Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1056 Black Gold Mine, Immortal Dao Cultivation Technique, Water Control Technique (3)

Zhang Yunji’s relationship with Wang Jintai was much stronger than his senior uncle who had arrived not long ago.

“Uncle-Master, you’re different.” Zhang Yunji shook his head with a sincere expression.

“You saved my life.”

Han Muye looked at him, his expression unchanged.

Savior?

Whether it’s the Immortal World or the cultivation world, he never believed in such things.

“Actually, this cultivation technique specializes in water lineage, while Uncle-Master Wang Jintai practices the earth lineage cultivation method. That day, I saw Uncle-Master display the sword technique of the water lineage…” Zhang Yunji muttered.

Is that all?

Han Muye looked at Zhang Yunji.

“You are destined to soar high and not stay in this place for long,” Zhang Yunji said softly.

That was the real purpose.

Because there wouldn’t be much intersection of interests, Zhang Yunji dared to come and seek advice.

Han Muye shook his head and made a gesture, and a jade slip fell into his hand.

The cultivation technique of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect was also scarce for him.

Until now, he still did not have a suitable immortal energy cultivation technique, so absorbing immortal energy was extremely slow.

It was not that he really did not have any cultivation techniques, but he did not have the one from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. Now that he wanted to act as a disciple of the sect, he couldn’t practice techniques from other sects.

With the jade slip in his hand, his divine sense penetrated, and a green immortal qi poured in.

In Han Muye’s mind, golden words flowed.

Around him, streams of green water emerged, and the pleasant sound of trickling water could be heard.

Zhang Yunji’s eyes widened.

He succeeded just like that?

No, his Uncle-Master must have cultivated this cultivation technique himself.

It was impossible for anyone in the world to cultivate a new cultivation technique so quickly.

How could anyone in the world have such comprehension?

“So it’s the Mystic Spirit Water Control Technique,” came Han Muye’s voice.

This was the cultivation technique of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, using immortal qi to transform into water, merging with the meridians, and purifying the body as a cultivation method.

This technique was considered quite good within the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

The key was that this technique was gentle, and it could refine both the body and the soul during cultivation.

This technique was inherited in the Heaven Patrol Hall, and Han Muye knew its name from Guan Dongyun’s memories but had never seen it before.

Today, he finally saw it.

One breath to observe, three breaths to comprehend, 10 breaths to achieve success.

The water flowing around his body was transformed by immortal qi, entering his body and becoming his cultivation of immortal qi.

After today, Han Muye could truly practice the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s techniques and participate in the trials, securing his position as a disciple of the sect.

The fabricated identity he had used before could be used if necessary, and if not, with the techniques and swordsmanship he now possessed, along with the tokens from Wang Jintai and the others, he could still participate in the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect trials.

At this point, he could truly establish himself in the immortal realm.

Thinking about Jia Wu and Shui Ling, who were still wanted with a bounty of thirty merits, Han Muye smiled.

“Uncle-Master, are there any tricks or tips to cultivate the Water Control Technique?” Zhang Yunji looked at Han Muye, his face filled with longing.

Han Muye nodded gently. “Water is the most gentle, and a hundred virtues lie beneath it. In this wasteland, even if you spend another hundred years, you won’t be able to cultivate it.”

“Have you seen a mighty river rushing, seen boundless blue waves, seen the vastness of the sky and the sea?”

With each question Han Muye asked, Zhang Yunji’s expression became more and more bewildered.

After Han Muye finished asking, Zhang Yunji opened his mouth and shook his head. “Uncle-Master, there are only muddy swamps and foul ponds in this wasteland. There are no mighty rivers or vast seas.”

“I understand now. Practicing the Water Control Technique in a foul pond is foolish of me.”

He stood up, bowed to Han Muye, and turned to leave.

A slight smile appeared on Han Muye’s face as he looked at the jade slip in his hand.

You can’t cultivate the Water Control Technique in a foul pond?”

“Who said that?”