Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 461 - 461 Third Level of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!

Chapter 461 - 461 Third Level of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!

461 Third Level of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!

In terms of talent, there was no one in the Heavenly Mystic World that caught his eye.

Han Muye’s words stunned Bai Wuhen, and then she covered his mouth and laughed.

“You’re not humble at all.”

Looking up at the indifferent Han Muye, Bai Wuhen’s smile slowly disappeared and turned into a complicated expression.

Many Confucian poems and essays appeared in her memory.

These were all directly injected into her bloodline memories by Han Muye earlier.

She had traveled around the Central Continent with Wen Mosheng. Even if she was not proficient in poetry, she could tell if it was good or bad.

Every essay Han Muye sent shocked her.

The beauty of the writing was simply indescribable.

When she was Wen Mosheng’s companion, she had never seen such talented writing.

‘People say that the setting sun is the end of the world. When you look to the end of the world, you don’t see your home.’

‘The sun rises in the east and it rains in the west. The Dao says that there is no clear sky, but there is…’

With these poems and essays, Han Mu will become famous in the Central Continent. I’m afraid he will really disappoint everyone in the world…”

The Central Continent had been ruled by Confucianism for tens of thousands of years.

Poetry and essays could move the world with a single word.

In the past, Wen Mosheng’s name suppressed all Confucianism in the world.

However, Bai Wuhen knew that even Wen Mosheng did not have this talent. He could not write these poems that Han Muye had left in her memory.

With such literary writings entering the Imperial City and attracting the attention of everyone in the world, will Wen Mosheng lose out to Han Muye?

He even said that he won’t compete with Wen Mosheng.

He’s clearly trying to ruin Wen Mosheng’s reputation.

For a moment, Bai Wuhen’s mind was filled with thoughts.

Han Muye didn’t care what she thought. His eyes flashed as he said, “With your current strength, can you go to the Green Foxes’ base in Chang Mountain?”

The purpose of changing one’s bloodline power was to increase one’s battle power. If one’s battle power was insufficient, then this change would be useless.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Bai Wuhen chuckled and disappeared.

“Slash—”

A sword light appeared three feet behind Han Muye.

Soon it was very well hidden.

The Earth Realm Meridian Opening lineage could kill with one strike.

With this sword technique and three soul swords, Bai Wuhen could do whatever she wanted in the Green Fox base.

With her bloodline and sword techniques, if she really unleashed the sword of the soul, the outcome would be unpredictable even if a Heaven Realm expert attacked.

Sensing the power and speed of this sword and the strangeness of the attack, Han Muye gave a very pertinent evaluation.

The Green Fox Bloodline was really suitable for a sword cultivator.

Compared to the Lynx Clan, which had extremely powerful a.s.sa.s.sination and concealment techniques, the Green Fox Clan was more elegant and unrestrained. They were more proficient in sword techniques.

From the looks of it, it might be a good choice to integrate the power of the green fox bloodline in the divine treasures into the lynx bloodline and purify it a little.

For a moment, Han Muye thought of several ways to increase the combat strength of the Lynx Clan.

The tip of a sword appeared just a foot away behind him.

Bai Wuhen’s eyes had a strange expression.

Is it true that the Immortal of the Sword Dao only has a deep comprehension of the Sword Dao but has lost his combat strength?

That’s not right!

Bai Wuhen paused for a moment as she retreated 30 feet away.

There was a b.l.o.o.d.y mark on her neck.

From beginning to end, she did not even see how Han Muye attacked.

“To be honest, you’re the first person who dares to strike a foot away from me,” Han Muye said softly without turning around.

“In the Heavenly Mystic world, I haven’t met a sword cultivator who can strike a foot away from me.”

With that, he flew down and walked slowly into the stone house.

In the stone house, Huang Zhihu had copied more than half of the book.

There were still eight pages left for today’s task.

“Supreme Sword Principle and peerless Confucianism. Is there really such a person in this world?” Bai Wuhen murmured as she looked at the stone house.

Rubbing her neck, Bai Wuhen recalled the time when Sword Venerable Yuan Tian and Wen Mosheng discussed the Dao.

Sword cultivation was the acc.u.mulation of sharpness in the world.

Thousands of killing methods could not compare to the power of this sword.

“Sister Wuhen, that sword attack was really powerful,” Xiang Lingshuang said softly with fear in his eyes.

Below, he saw Han Muye raising his hand to control the sword light.

The man and sword separated, and the sword followed the will of the person.

His gaze also turned to the stone house, revealing a strange expression. “Can I also learn such a sword move?”

“You want to learn the sword?” Bai Wuhen turned his head and sized up the robust Xiang Lingshuang. “Don’t you only like using the long bow?”

Xiang Lingshuang grinned, his eyes s.h.i.+ning. “I used to practice long bows because I didn’t want my hands to be stained with blood.

“Now, look at Senior Brother Han’s sword. That’s what it looks like when his hand isn’t stained with blood.”

The sword light did not appear and killed people without leaving a trace.

Such a sword technique could really not be stained with blood.

Hearing his words, Bai Wuhen shook her head. “How can there be a killing technique in this world that isn’t stained with blood?

“You haven’t overcome yourself. No matter how strong your swordsmans.h.i.+p is, it’s useless.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she chuckled lightly and said, “I’m going to the Spiritual Mink Clan’s base a hundred miles away. Are you going?”

To the Spiritual Mink Clan’s base?

What for?

Xiang Lingshuang’s gaze fell on Bai Wuhen’s smiling face.

“Go and s.n.a.t.c.h the power of the bloodline!”

Xiang Lingshuang’s expression changed.

Bai Wuhen turned around and left. A voice came, “With my current strength, I won’t be able to leave the Green Fox’s base in Chang Mountain in three days.”

She had to fuse with the bloodline power of the other races and extract the power from them into her body.

No clan would allow their bloodline to be extracted for no reason.

Bai Wuhen was definitely going to rob and kill them!

Xiang Lingshuang’s expression changed as he watched the Green Foxes appear one after another and chase after Bai Wuhen. He gritted his teeth as he chased after them.

In the stone house, Han Muye looked into the distance, then turned back to the base altar.