Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 292 - Returning to the Nine Mystic Mountain, Welcomed by the Bell Six Times (2)

Chapter 292: Returning to the Nine Mystic Mountain, Welcomed by the Bell Six Times (2)

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Looking at Mu Jin, Han Muye continued meaningfully, “Our previous agreement remains unchanged. If there’s a chance, I’ll ask Senior for help.”

Mu Jin glanced around and nodded.

Tan Tan looked at Han Muye. “You, why don’t I stay and help you heal?

“Granny Lan said that if I dual cultivate with you, I can help you heal. You know how to dual cultivate, right?”

At the bow, Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye and grinned.

The old men on the other flying boats also looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye sighed and said with a smile, “There’s no need. Tan Tan, go back with Granny Lan and cultivate well.

“I’ll have a chance to see you later.”

Silly girl, how could you say something like dual cultivation in front of so many people?

Don’t I care about saving face?

If you mention it in private, we can give it a try…

Hearing Han Muye’s rejection, Tan Tan lowered her head and said, “Oh.”

Mu Jin reached out and a green spiritual light enveloped the two of them.

“Everyone, see you again.”

With that, she turned into a spiritual wind and dissipated.

A Heaven Realm demon was rampant in the Western Frontier.

After Mu Jin left, the experts of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect on the five flying s.h.i.+ps heaved a sigh of relief.

That was the Heaven Realm.

Zhang Zhihe glanced at Han Muye, shook his head, and entered the cabin.

Zhao Pu turned around and said, “Senior Brother Han, this is a rare opportunity. Can’t you do it?”

You’re the one who can’t.

Han Muye couldn’t be bothered with him and turned to walk back to the cabin.

Zhao Pu laughed and acted intermediately. He activated the flying s.h.i.+p and sped forward.

This time, there were no more obstructions on the way.

Everyone knew that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect wanted to welcome Immortal Han back to the sect immediately.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was a major sect in the Western Frontier. Who dared to stop a half-step Heaven Realm Grand Elder?

Those who originally wanted to curry favor with him gave up when they saw that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s flying s.h.i.+p had no intention of stopping.

When the flying s.h.i.+p arrived under the rule of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, many cultivators flew into the sky and followed the flying s.h.i.+p for a moment as guards to send them off.

Han Muye walked out of the flying s.h.i.+p and cupped his hands at the surrounding cultivators.

“Luyang Sword Sect’s Shao Botao and his disciples welcome Immortal Han’s return.”

“Zuo Yusun of the Deyu Dao Sect welcomes Immortal Han with the elders of the sect.”

Along the way, countless cultivators welcomed him. The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Han Muye killed the demon with one strike, shaking the Western Frontier.

News from the Broken Soul Wasteland came much faster than a flying s.h.i.+p.

Immortal Han had sacrificed his cultivation for the cultivation world. It could be said that he was extremely righteous.

This time, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was famous in the Western Frontier because of Han Muye.

As a sect under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, their relations.h.i.+p was one for all and all for one.

Coming to welcome Han Muye was both out of respect for him and an expression of their att.i.tude.

After all, the Grand Elder of the Nine Mystic Sword School was watching.

The flying s.h.i.+p traveled tens of thousands of miles and arrived outside the Nine Mystic Mountain under the escort of thousands of cultivators.

“Dong—”

On the Nine Mystic Mountain, the bell rang.

“Dong—”

A second ring.

“Dong—”

“Dong—”

A third ring, then a fourth.

Standing at the bow, Han Muye sighed.

He never expected that one day, he would hear the bell welcoming him back.

“Dong—”

Fifth ring.

“Dong—”

Six bells rang, and the Grand Elder greeted him.

Han Muye recalled that he had asked Huang Six when he would hear six bells. He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head.

It was not difficult to hear six rings. He became a Sword Pavilion Elder and left for a while.

“Han Muye is in charge of the Sword Pavilion. For the sake of the Western Frontier, he sacrificed himself to kill the demons, and returned with glory. We respect the Sword Pavilion Elder.

“All disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect welcome Elder Han Muye back—”

A voice came from the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Tuoba Cheng, who had a solemn aura and a soaring sword intent, led the rows of red-robed Nine Mystic Sword Sect elders and disciples behind him and bowed to welcome him.

Fortunately, he was not wearing a black robe.

At this moment, Tuoba Cheng’s entire body was filled with sword intent and spiritual energy. He did not hide his cultivation level at all. It was obvious that he had already reached the half-step Heaven Realm.

“Senior Brother Han, please.” Zhang Zhihe, who had a solemn expression, stretched out his hand. A green path appeared in midair and led Han Muye straight to the entrance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

From now on, Han Muye would be an Elder of the Sword Pavilion.

His status was equivalent to a Grand Elder.

Because of the special status of the Sword Pavilion in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, the entire sect had to call him Senior Brother Han.

Or Elder Han.

Han Muye cupped his hands, straightened his clothes, and strode onto the green path.

A green light flashed and carried him to the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Looking at the majestic mountain gate in front of him, Han Muye had many thoughts.

From the time he begged hard in front of the mountain gate to the present day, when all the disciples bowed and welcomed him, his circ.u.mstances in the world were really strange.

Is this cultivation? he thought.

“Senior Brother Han,” someone said at the mountain gate.

A servant disciple in a gray robe bowed excitedly.

“Senior Brother Han.”

In a green robe, his face was youthful and ruddy. He must be an outer sect disciple.

“Senior Brother Han.”

The white-robed Yang Mingxuan bowed. Beside him stood a few people from the Sword Pavilion.

Instructor Lin, Liu Hong, and Jiang Ming watched with concern.

Not far away, Bai Suzhen, who was dressed in white, looked at Han Muye and nodded with a smile.

Around him, “Senior Brother Han” could be heard, and gazes landed on Han Muye.

Everyone’s faces were filled with concern, excitement, reverence, and pride.

This was the Nine Mystic Mountain.

The home of all the sword cultivators of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Han Muye took a deep breath, as if he could absorb spiritual energy into his chest and abdomen.