Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2180: 936, Han Zhexian’s sword edge points, never fearful
 

“Underground exotic beasts stir every 300 years, and a beast tide emerges.”

“In the past, when the 300-year beast tide occurred, the Immortal Dynasty would send a large army to help us suppress it.”

Zhu Yunxu looked at the intermediate Yuming Sword Sect disciples before him, a trace of gravity shining in his eyes.

The Yuming Sword Sect was originally the Yuming Guard, a military entrusted with defending a piece of the Immortal Dynasty.

These soldiers all had their own duties.

However, the Immortal Dynasty’s main army would also mobilize at critical moments to aid the various local military guardians to suppress formidable enemies.

“Unknowingly, 300 years have passed…”

A white-bearded elder next to Wang Zhenhai showed a contemplative expression on his face.

The others looked at each other, those of old age with complex, contemplative expressions, and those young, under 300, with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

Han Muye had read records of the once-every-300-year beast tide in the sect’s ancient books; the many true accounts showed that with each beast tide, the Yuming Sword Sect suffered heavy losses.

Many disciples would die in the beast tide.

Fortunately, during each beast tide, the main forces were those of the Immortal Dynasty, and the Yuming Sword Sect could simply provide support, exchanging the hunted exotic beasts for various resources.

“Now that our Yuming Sword Sect is thriving, we should be able to reap even more benefits from this beast tide hunt,” someone whispered lowly, their eyes glowing with anticipation.

The others couldn’t help but turn to look at Wang Zhenhai.

This was Wang Zhenhai’s achievement.

Wang Zhenhai, leading the disciples in raids, had managed to gather wealth and resources, as well as the allegiance of many powerful experts, continually raising the Yuming Sword Sect’s strength.

A sharp light glimmered in the eyes of Wang Zhenhai as well.

He had long been aware of the beast tide hunt, as Han Muye had told him to settle his rivalry with Liao Fan during this event.

“Junior Brother Han, the beast tide hunt you spoke of has arrived. Can Liao Shisan and I finally determine who is the superior?”

Wang Zhenhai turned to look at Han Muye, his face revealing his battle intent.

Han Muye, who had not formed his own faction within the sect for over a hundred years, was considered to have given up on contending for the position of sect leader.

He was no longer a threat to either Wang Zhenhai or Liao Fan.

On the contrary, both Wang Zhenhai and Liao Fan wanted to leverage Han Muye’s talent in the Sword Dao for their cultivation.

This was also why both of them were trying to win Han Muye over.

Han Muye nodded slightly and looked towards Zhu Yunxu.

At that moment, Zhu Yunxu also turned to look at Han Muye and Wang Zhenhai.

“This time, the main forces of the Immortal Dynasty’s army cannot come, and we of the Yuming Sword Sect must face the beast tide alone.”

With Zhu Yunxu’s words, an instant silence fell over the limestone square.

Face the beast tide alone?

Everyone was stunned.

Even Wang Zhenhai’s expression became grave as his eyes widened.

Among the beast tide were creatures from the Realm of Life and Death, and even mutated beast leaders who had comprehended Heaven’s Secret.

Without the Immortal Dynasty’s main army to surround and annihilate them, wouldn’t the Yuming Sword Sect be almost completely wiped out?

“Master, this—why has the Immortal Dynasty—”

Wang Zhenhai clenched his fists tightly and asked in a low voice.

The others also turned to look at Zhu Yunxu.

Zhu Yunxu shook his head and said in a low voice, “There’s a rebellion in Yunzhou, and the Immortal Dynasty’s main army has gone to quell it; they can only provide us with some supervision and supplies.”

The Immortal Dynasty spans boundlessly and has lasted for countless eons, but its internal powers are not monolithic.

Many powerful sects can also defect from the Great Pantheon Plane.

Rather than remaining in the Great Pantheon Plane, unable to control life and death or to advance further, they would rather rampage for a time before stepping out from the Great Pantheon Plane and achieving eternal life outside of it, taking control over their own realm.

Many sect leaders choose to use the pretext of the war of subjugation to leave the Great Pantheon Plane, never to return.

The Great Pantheon Plane is like a besieged city or a cage—those outside want in, those inside want out—and thus, the Great Pantheon Plane as we know it is formed.

“Yunzhou Rebellion…” Wang Zhenhai’s face flickered with bewilderment.

“On top of the Cloud Sea Summit, lies a vast territory that stretches over thirty million li, with thirteen million sects of various sizes. Among them, the strongest three hundred sects, each is governed by a caretaker at the Dominance Realm.”

At this moment, Han Muye’s voice arose.

Among all the disciples of Yuming Sword Sect, the most knowledgeable was naturally this unassuming Junior Brother Han.

In a realm of thirty million li filled with mountains, rivers, and sky, three hundred territories governed by Dominance Realm powerhouses are considered moderate in size within the Great Pantheon Plane, but they still represent a force to be reckoned with.

Rebellion in such a place involves considerable military and strategic efforts.

Bitterness spread across the faces of everyone on the limestone square.

Without the armies of the Immortal Dynasty, they would have to face the beast tide directly.

The dangers involved were truly unimaginable.

“Our Yuming Sword Sect is charged with guarding this region specifically to deal with the beast tide. Liao Fan requests permission to venture into the Sealed Realm to slay mutated beasts, vowing not to retreat a single step.”

A voice rang out, as clear and bright as a gentle breeze.

All turned their heads to see Liao Fan, clad in a green robe, wearing a jade crown, and flanked by two whirling three-foot-long swords, striding briskly forward.

“Elder Brother Liao!”

“Elder Brother Liao has left his seclusion!”

“Has Elder Brother Liao achieved Great Achievement in his cultivation by exiting seclusion at this time?”

Whispers of astonishment rose.

Wang Zhenhai’s eyes shone with boundless battle intent, gazing at the circling swords beside Liao Fan.

“Liao Shisan, have you perfected your Yuming Thirteen Swords?”

The Yuming Sword Technique originally had only three moves, but over the years, Liao Shisan had tirelessly derived and expanded it to twelve swords.

This technique became the foundation of Yuming Sword Sect, ensuring that its legacy did not weaken against other sects.

All the disciples of Yuming Sword Sect were aware of this and respected Liao Fan, as they too practiced the Yuming Sword Technique.

Liao Fan’s gaze swept over them, glanced at Wang Zhenhai, and then turned to Han Muye.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, nodding and saying, “Elder Brother Liao, since the Thirteenth Sword is incomplete, perhaps you should continue your seclusion?”

The Thirteenth Sword incomplete?

Liao Fan laughed heartily, radiant divine light shining in his eyes, “Indeed, Junior Brother Han has exceptional insight, seeing through it at a glance.”

“I’ve only half completed the Thirteenth Sword; I can’t derive the latter half.”

“Now, with the beast tide imminent, instead of aimlessly concluding my seclusion, it’s better to fight to the death.”

“Perhaps in the Realm of Life and Death, that is when my sword moves will be realized.”

With that, he looked at Han Muye, “Junior Brother Han, are you willing to join me in suppressing the beast tide?”

Han Muye’s expression remained calm as he nodded, saying, “Where my sword points, Han has never known fear.”

On the side, Wang Zhenhai first looked stunned, then his face flushed with anger, “Liao Shisan, what do you mean by this? Not inviting me to suppress the beast tide—is that not looking down on me?”

“You think little of me?”

Hearing his words, Liao Fan shook his head, a gentle light flickering in his eyes, and pushed forward a piece of jade wall with a raised hand.

“Elder Brother Wang, as I go to suppress the beast tide, I won’t contend with you for the position of Sect Master of Yuming Sword Sect. If I return alive and complete the Yuming Thirteen Swords, whether or not I become the Sect Master doesn’t matter,” he said.

“If I do not return, you can pass on this technique. With the fundamental legacy of Yuming Sword Sect, even if it cannot withstand the beast tide, the disciples will have something to rely on, so that our tradition may endure.”

Wang Zhenhai gripped the jade wall, his expression changing.

He turned his head to look at Zhu Yunxu, who remained silent, and then back at Han Muye and Liao Fan.

“Crack!”

He crushed the jade wall in his hand, bellowing angrily, “Liao Shisan, Han Muye, count me in for suppressing the beast tide!”

In that moment, the land and sky around them began to churn tumultuously.

Standing in place, Han Muye shook his head slightly, a hint of a smile flashing across his face.

“Good.”