Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Upon returning to the Nine Mysteries Sect’s residence, Han Muye headed straight for his own courtyard.

The disciples like Wu Quan wanted to follow him inside, but the gate to the courtyard was closed.

“Senior Brother Wu, this, our Uncle-Master is incredible!” The disciple beside Wu Quan’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Wu Quan.

“Do you even need to say it?” Wu Quan’s expression shifted.

The way Han Muye executed the Nine Mysteries Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms was truly stronger than the teachings the other disciples of the Nine Mysteries Sect received on a daily basis.

Such a formidable expert within the sect, one could not afford to offend him.

“Let’s go, let’s spend these Source Stones, buy some wine and meat for Uncle-Master, and also exchange them for two pills that replenish Source Power.”

Though Wu Quan was arrogant and didn’t always follow the rules, he also had some methods and some courage.

The other disciples all listened to him and hurriedly raced out of the Nine Mysteries Sect Mountain Gate.

Inside the small courtyard, regardless of what Wu Quan and the others were planning, Han Muye sat cross-legged on the couch, surrounded by splintering green Source Stones, all of their Source Power pouring into his body.

His meridians and acupoints, like dried-up streams, were finally nourished by the flow of water.

In a moment, streaks of cyan-gray Source Power began to Entwine around him.

This was a sign of the first level of the Rebirth Realm, the manifestation of Source Power.

If it were anyone else, reaching the first level of the Rebirth Realm might take a year or two, but Han Muye’s meridians and acupoints were already clear; all he needed was to fill them with Source Power.

However, his meridians and acupoints were interconnected, requiring an immense amount of Source Power.

The amount of Source Power others needed to progress from the first level to the second level was only one ten-thousandth of his.

Of course, the density of his Source Power at the same level was also ten thousand times that of others.

The Source Stones he obtained from the people of the Qin Family turned into Source Power, yet they weren’t even one-thousandth of what he needed to progress from the first to the second level.

“Hum—”

Inside his body, Source Power vibrated, and Han Muye opened his eyes.

He squeezed his fist lightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

This kind of Source Power cultivation was somewhat interesting.

Real, thick, that solid feeling, brought peace of mind.

“Hum—”

With a gentle punch, Han Muye’s face showed a smile.

The speed of meridian condensation, the power storage of acupoints.

If one were to calculate with power and speed, his cultivation abilities were now on par with the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm.

And if he were to execute the Nine Mysteries Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms with added force and speed, fighting against someone at the seven-story or even eighth levels of the Rebirth Realm wouldn’t be a problem.

Stepping out of the small courtyard, the scent of meat wafted from the dining hall outside.

When Han Muye entered the dining hall, he saw a group of disciples all bowing in wait.

“Uncle-Master, we were wrong.”

“Uncle-Master, we were shortsighted, please punish us.”

Wu Quan and several disciples around him all bowed with clasped fists.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming stood in front of the dining table, looking at Han Muye.

Han Muye waved his hand and said indifferently, “Sit.”

Everyone looked at each other and carefully sat down.

In front of Han Muye was a small jade bottle containing two pills.

Han Muye reached out, picked up the pills, glanced at them, and then pocketed them.

“Eat.”

The group of disciples hastily took up their bowls.

In the dining hall, only the sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing could be heard.

Moments later, Han Muye put down his bowl and stood up.

“Uncle-Master—”

Wu Quan and the others hastily stood up, eagerly looking at Han Muye.

Han Muye walked outside and after a few steps, halted.

“Remember, don’t miss the morning lessons.”

After speaking, he walked away directly.

The faces of those disciples showed disappointment.

Wu Quan turned around, his face filled with a smile.

“Don’t you understand?”

“In tomorrow’s morning lesson, Uncle-Master will definitely teach us the fist technique!”

His words made the group of disciples first stunned, then joyfully shouted with surprise.

Wu Quan waved his hand and said sternly, “Eat!”

He looked up at Xun Hao and Teng Ming, showing a smile, “Don’t be shy, Junior Brothers, there’s plenty of meat, let’s eat together.”

He wasn’t foolish. Although he and a few other junior brothers had been forgiven by their uncle-master, their performance still fell short of Xun Hao and Teng Ming’s.

At this moment, those two were undoubtedly closer to the uncle-master than they were.

Now, all he could do was to cozy up to Xun Hao and Teng Ming, hoping they would put in a good word for him in front of Han Muye.

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The next morning, as Han Muye arrived at the training ground, the eight disciples were already standing there waiting.

Seeing Han Muye arrive, everyone’s faces were filled with excitement and anticipation.

“Uncle Master, we pay our respects!”

The group bowed.

Han Muye nodded, stretched his muscles and tendons, and stood there to start practicing his punches and kicks.

He was performing the Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms, only at a slightly slower pace.

The crowd wasn’t foolish and followed along in practice.

After a while, Han Muye picked up the pace of his movements.

Now, he had begun to eliminate some parts of the technique.

These boxing techniques were extremely familiar, and of course, all the disciples knew them.

Seeing the variations in Han Muye’s boxing, they understood that the real opportunity had begun.

They dared not be distracted and fully devoted themselves to imitating the movements.

Sure enough, after a few more rounds, they realized that of the original twelve forms of the Gentle Breeze Fist Technique, only half remained.

This halving of the forms surprisingly did not seem to reduce the power of the boxing techniques at all.

Their own uncle-master had actually refined the boxing technique!

What kind of talent and ability did one need to be able to halve a technique that had been passed down for countless years?

Without absolute confidence, how could he dare to do so?

After a few more rounds, Han Muye changed his boxing technique again.

At this time, Cloud Catching the Clear Wind was performed, and the next move would transform into Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind.

Barely initiating the move, the boxing technique abruptly changed to Caressing Willows with the Wind.

These six forms in Han Muye’s hands could change a thousand times over.

After half an hour, Han Muye finished and left.

The group of disciples stood drenched in sweat, their eyes brimming with excitement.

They could feel that the technique they now mastered was completely different!

With diligent practice, their boxing could be as fluid and versatile as their uncle-master’s!

For three days straight, the disciples of the Nine Mysteries Sect trained vigorously.

Han Muye focused on stabilizing his own cultivation abilities, and then slowly honed them.

At the same time, he selected some Body Tempering and Refinement methods from his memory to slowly consolidate and temper his cultivation.

By this time, inspecting his internal points, they appeared as bright as stars.

More than eight hundred points within him faintly radiated Source Power.

A day later, Daoist Hu Yu, the Sect Leader of Nine Mysteries Sect, returned with the disciples who had gone mining.

The trip was not highly fruitful, but they managed to bring back over a hundred Source Stones, enough to pay the lease with over twenty to spare, sufficient for the sect’s expenses for a month or two.

Once the spiritual fields were harvested, they would have much more.

Upon their return, Daoist Hu Yu and the disciples all appeared relaxed.

“Junior brother, has anything happened in the sect during these days?” Wu Mingjue sought out Han Muye and asked.

Han Muye shook his head.

Wu Mingjue turned to look at the eight remaining disciples.

The eight quickly shook their heads.

They knew their uncle-master had offended the Qin Family.

But was this something they could speak of?

Speaking out would do them no favors.

They were inexperienced and did not comprehend the consequences of offending the Qin Family.

Seeing everyone shake their heads, Wu Mingjue’s face revealed a smile.

“Good, here are some Source Stones from your uncle-master for you,” Wu Mingjue said, presenting two Source Stones to Han Muye.

The stones left before, plus these two, were quite generous gifts to Han Muye, who had not gone mining; both Hu Yu and Wu Mingjue had been quite magnanimous.

After all, as an elder-uncle, he was still treated with a measure of respect.

The next morning, the disciples practiced their boxing techniques.

Daoist Hu Yu watched with a calm expression, but after only a few rounds, his face changed.

“What’s going on?”

“How did your boxing techniques become like this?”

“Who taught you this?”

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