Chapter 301: Demon Treasure? Dharma Treasure! As I Wish (2)

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A faint sword intent appeared on Yang Mingxuan’s body. His entire person had the temperament of a long sword.

Jiang Ming was much calmer. He looked less impetuous than an itinerant cultivator.

As for Lin Shen, he stood there like a rock.

“Congratulations, Instructor Lin. Your sword technique of drawing millions of swords has finally reached great mastery.”

Han Muye smiled.

Greater mastery of sword techniques meant greater mastery of sword intent.

Previously, although Lin Shen’s combat strength was powerful, he only had the power of the jade bones of a great cultivator.

Only at this moment, with his greater mastery of his sword intent, could he fight a peak Soul Awakening cultivator.

The current Lin Shen was qualified to fight a half-step Heaven Realm expert.

Although the fusion of the jade bones was not enough and it was difficult for him to fight a half-step Heaven Realm expert, his combat strength could be considered an expert among Golden Core cultivators.

In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Zhao Pu, who was of the same generation as Lin Shen, was still at the third or fourth level of the Earth Realm.

There were not many other direct disciples who had the combat strength of Soul Awakening.

Lin Shen was one of the best among his peers.

“These are all thanks to you, I understand,” Lin Shen said in a low voice as he bowed to Han Muye

Han Muye reached out and patted his shoulder.

Instructor Lin was a straightforward and square person. He had perseverance.

“We people of the Sword Pavilion are united. We don’t have to care about these external things.”

Han Muye glanced at Lin Shen, Jiang Ming, and the others with a pride that he had never shown before.

“My Sword Pavilion will definitely become famous in the Western Frontier, in the Heavenly Mystic World, and become the holy land for all sword cultivators in the world.”

The day before, he said that the Sword Pavilion would become the holy land of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Today, he said that the Sword Pavilion would become the holy land for sword cultivators in the world.

It was not that he was arrogant.

To become someone who surpassed an expert like Sword Master Yuan Tian and not have the ability to build a holy land for sword cultivators, how could he compete with Sword Master Yuan Tian?

Hearing Han Muye’s words, both Yang Mingxuan and Lin Shen were excited.

Senior Brother Han is so ambitious! they thought.

When Jiang Ming found out that Han Muye wanted to establish business in the Central Continent, he was stunned.

At this moment, he was numb.

Han Muye was someone who would take out Spirit Pills that could increase his aptitude by three levels in a night and give them to him. Was there any reason not to follow him to his death without hesitation?

Since Han Muye wanted to build a holy land for the Sword Dao, he would do his best to help.

“Young Master, don’t worry. Jiang Ming will definitely do his best to serve you.” Jiang Ming bowed and said in a deep voice.

“I’ll die for Senior Brother.” Yang Mingxuan and Lin Shen also bowed.

Han Muye laughed and waved his hand. As he walked out of the Sword Pavilion, he said calmly, “Go do your thing.”

Lin Shen and the other two looked up at one another and nodded.

Han Muye left the Sword Pavilion and headed for the Sword Sect’s library.

In the past, he rarely went to the library because most of the books in the library were useless to him.

Now, he went to the library to take a look because he wanted to find books that could improve his Confucianism cultivation.

Along the way, the disciples of the Sword Sect he encountered bowed excitedly.

For the sake of the world, Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion killed a demon and exhausted his cultivation.

Due to the meticulous publicity of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, the current Han Muye had become the benchmark of the sect.

In the eyes of the cultivators of the Western Frontier, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect became a glorious and noble sect.

In the past half-month, a large number of young people had been coming to the Nine Mystic Mountain every day.

Han Muye returned the greetings with a smile as he flew towards the library.

When he arrived at the library, the deacon Elder who received him was also eager.

He arranged for a quiet place for him and personally delivered the various books he needed.

“Senior Brother Han, according to what you said, I’ve sent all the books you might be able to use.”

The old man in a gray robe held a thick stack of books and carefully placed them on the long table in front of Han Muye.

“Thank you, Junior Brother Cui.”

Han Muye said softly.

This old man named Cui Helian was the deacon Elder in charge of the library. His cultivation was at the fourth level of the Core Formation realm.

“It’s only right to help Senior Brother Han.” Cui Helian looked at Han Muye with a complicated expression.

In his opinion, Han Muye’s aura was ordinary at this moment, and he was only enveloped by a faint spiritual light. His cultivation level had just entered the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm.

It was obvious that the path of re-cultivation was not smooth.

Most cultivators would have various cognitive impediments if they wanted to re-cultivate.

So Senior Brother Han wants to look for books on Confucianism and switch to Confucianism?

Cui Helian sighed in his heart.

If the Confucian Dao was so easy to cultivate, the Western Frontier would have had a Confucian Dao inheritance.

“Senior Brother, you want to cultivate Confucianism, right?” Cui Helian looked at Han Muye and whispered.

Not denying it, Han Muye nodded.

“Senior Brother, there’s no Confucian Dao inheritance in the Western Frontier.” Cui Helian pointed at the books and said, “These books can’t cultivate the Great Spirit of Confucian Dao.

“Order is the most important thing in Confucian cultivation.

“The Western Frontier doesn’t have the imperial order of the Central Continent, so it’s difficult to cultivate the Confucian Dao Great Spirit.”

Hearing his words, Han Muye raised his eyebrows and said, “Junior Brother Cui studied Confucianism?”

Cui Helian nodded and smiled wryly. “When my cultivation stagnated for 60 years, I started studying Confucianism.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t gain anything for 30 years.”

What cultivators feared the most was that their cultivation would stagnate.

Once they could not improve it, it meant that they had encountered a bottleneck or the upper limit of their aptitude.

Without a great opportunity, there was no hope of breaking through in this life.

Sighing softly, Cui Helian shook his head and said, “Actually, I’m still alright. I have books to read in this library and I could write every day to improve my temperament.”

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