Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

718 Wen Yuan Pavilion, Tao Zhixing (2)

“If possible,” he paused, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, “Settle your grudge with Han Muye in the Sword Dao Trial.”

If possible?

This was a death order!

In this Sword Dao Trial of the Six Stalwart Pavilion, only one of them would emerge the victor.

Li Mingtu of the Seven Luminaries Pavilion always meant what he said.

“Pavilion Master, don’t worry.” Zuo Tianya cupped his hands and took a deep breath. “The reputation of our Seven Luminaries Sword Sect must be wiped clean with the blood of our enemies.”

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In the Imperial View Sword Shop, Han Muye, who had finished setting up the Heart Refining Sword Formation, was much more relaxed.

Because of his entanglement with the Life Seizing Tower, outsiders knew that he was a grand cultivator in the Sword Dao Trial, and fewer people invited him to evaluate their swords.

After all, inviting an ordinary shopkeeper to evaluate a sword was completely different from handing their sword to a great cultivator.

Fewer people came to the shop, and business was worse. Zeng Daniu was a little worried. Shao Tianyi was happy to take a break and focus on comprehending the word ‘sword’ that Han Muye wrote again.

Even if the Life Seizing Tower was destroyed and was no longer a threat to his life, he was still obsessed with the Dao of the sword.

“Brother Shao, Brother Shao…” Zeng Daniu’s voice resounded, causing Shao Tianyi, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the ‘sword’ character, to come back to his senses.

An old man in a long robe stood in front of him with a boy beside him.

The old man looked at Shao Tianyi with a smile and asked, “Hehe, little brother, you seem to be in a daze from looking at this calligraphy. I wonder if you’ve gained anything?”

Gained?

Shao Tianyi nodded. “I’ve gained a lot. This word seems to be imprinted in my heart.”

His words caused the old man’s eyes to light up. The little boy beside him looked at Shao Tianyi curiously.

“Do you want to buy a sword or a painting?

“If you want to evaluate the sword, you’ll have to wait for the shopkeeper to come out of seclusion.” Shao Tianyi stood up and said softly.

Hearing his words, the old man smiled and looked around. He pointed at Yan Zhenqing’s Tower of Treasures and said, “Help me ask your shopkeeper how much this calligraphy is selling for.”

Inquire with pleasure?

Shao Tianyi raised his eyebrows and quickly nodded in agreement.

The shopkeeper had said that those which had the ‘Inquire with pleasure’ label in the shop were all worth more than 30 million spiritual rocks.

The person in front of him was probably not an ordinary person.

Noticing Shao Tianyi’s gaze, the old man stroked his beard and chuckled. “I’m Tao Zhixing. Tell your shopkeeper that he can come to my Wen Yuan Pavilion when he’s free.”

Wen Yuan Pavilion!

The Wen Yuan Pavilion was located at the Three Palaces, Seven Pavilions, and Fifteen Floors. There were several Peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivators guarding it, and Tao Zhixing, a mighty Confucianist, was the pavilion master.

The person in front of him was Tao Zhixing, who was an influential almighty in the Endless Sea!

Shao Tianyi bowed excitedly. Tao Zhixing reached out and patted Shao Tianyi’s shoulder. “Knowing is easy, but doing is difficult. Watch and practice more. In cultivation, you can comprehend something without realizing it.”

Shao Tianyi nodded and bowed. “Thank you for your guidance, sir.”

The guidance of a great cultivator might benefit him for the rest of his life.

When Tao Zhixing turned around and walked to the counter, he saw that there was a brush and ink in front of Zeng Daniu. There was also some not-so-smooth handwriting on the paper.

“You haven’t learned to read?” Tao Zhixing asked softly.

Zeng Daniu scratched his head in embarrassment. “Sir, you know that I’ve been fishing since I was young. I can’t read…”

He knew Tao Zhixing.

When he returned to the fishing village from the shop, he took Tao Zhixing’s carriage and chatted with him all the way.

Hearing his words, the smile in Tao Zhixing’s eyes deepened.

“Alright, you haven’t entered school yet, but you are willing to learn and can be taught.

“If you want to read and write, you can come to my Wen Yuan Pavilion when you’re free.”

With that, Tao Zhixing led the little boy out of the Imperial View Sword Shop with a smile.

Zeng Daniu was at a loss. He turned to Shao Tianyi, who was also at a loss.

The two brothers looked at each other and grinned.

An assassin who could not see the future and a fisherman who was in danger actually had the right to speak in front of a mighty Confucianist. He was even invited to study and read at the Wen Yuan Pavilion.

Wasn’t this a pleasure?

Shao Tianyi looked at Zeng Daniu. “The Wen Yuan Pavilion is a good opportunity to study. Are you going?”

Zeng Daniu looked around and shook his head. “I want to learn refining.

“However, it would be great if my two children had the chance to study…”

When Han Muye went downstairs, Shao Tianyi and Zeng Daniu told him about Tao Zhixing’s invitation.

Shao Tianyi also said that this person wanted to buy Yan Zhenqing’s pagoda invitation.

Han Muye turned to look at the Tower of Treasures and was lost in thought.

After staying on Scattered Stars Island for a long time, he knew more and more things.

Especially with the guidance of Xu Chuanhe, the senior of the Sword Pavilion, he knew a lot about the forces on Scattered Stars Island.

The Master of the Wen Yuan Pavilion, Tao Zhixing, was a great cultivator of Confucianism. He had already formed his own Dao Domain.

Behind the Wen Yuan Pavilion was the Jinnan Galaxy, where Confucianism flourished.

On Scattered Stars Island, only Wen Yuan Pavilion had a background in Confucian Dao.

The world of the Heavenly Mystic was also flourishing with Confucianism.

If these two could join forces, they would have a higher chance of winning.

However, Han Muye was not sure if the Jinnan Galaxy was willing to participate.

The Dao competition was dangerous. Not everyone would participate.

“Miss Yu,” Zeng Daniu shouted from the door.

Han Muye turned around and saw Yu Qingzhu walking slowly into the shop with a white-haired old man.

Han Muye smiled and cupped his hands. “Junior Han Muye greets Old Master Yu.”

This person was none other than the owner of Yu Fenglin’s sword furnace, Yu Fenglin. He was a grandmaster in the art of craftsmanship and had personally forged several treasures.

“Hehe, Shopkeeper Han is a young hero. His sharpness is unstoppable. This old man is really incomparable.”