Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

essive.”

After waiting for a while, seeing that Han Muye was still looking at him, Sun Dayong coughed awkwardly.
“Well, anyway, he’s really powerful.
I just know he’s really powerful.”

‘Fine.’

Han Muye smiled and patted Sun Dayong on the shoulder.
He said in a low voice, “This kind of mission gets more and more dangerous at the end.
You’re still an outer sect disciple.
If you really have to join the fight, stand behind.”

“How can I not—” Before Sun Dayong could finish, he saw Han Muye glaring at him and quickly scratched his head.
“Senior Brother Han is right.
I’ll stand at the back.”

On the other side, Xia Yang had already cupped his hands at the Sword Pavilion Elder and was prepared to leave.

Sun Dayong took a step forward and whispered, “Senior Brother Han, is there anything you want?”

‘What I want?’

‘What did that mean?’

Seeing that Han Muye was puzzled, Sun Dayong lowered his voice and said, “Senior Brother Jiang Han and Senior Brother Zhao from the inner sect asked me to deliver the sword so that I can ask.
If you need anything, we’ll help you keep an eye out.”

He looked around and whispered, “After breaking the gates of the Three Qin Sword Sect, there are quite a few good items.”

Han Muye nodded.

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Indeed, be it immortal or mortal, battle rewards were the greatest windfall.

He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “If there are any medicinal pills or spiritual herbs that can increase lifespan, help me keep an eye out.”

At this point, he chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I don’t lack spiritual rocks.
I won’t let you work for nothing.”

“How can I…” Sun Dayong wanted to say more, but the other side had already urged him.

Han Muye patted Sun Dayong’s arm and said solemnly, “Be careful.”

Sun Dayong nodded seriously and turned to leave.

Watching Sun Dayong and the others leave, Han Muye turned his head and smiled at Lin Shen.

“Instructor Lin, why are you in the Sword Pavilion?”

Lin Shen laughed.
“Brother Han, I’m no longer Instructor Lin.”

He pointed at the Sword Pavilion behind him.
“I quit my job as an outer sect instructor.
From now on, I’ll be the Sword Pavilion’s sword protector.”

‘Sword protector?’

Han Muye frowned at Huang Six.

“Ahem, when our Sword Pavilion was flourishing, there were sword protectors.
There were no more only afterwards,” Huang Six said awkwardly.

Han Muye nodded.

‘There really is a role like that.’

“Does the Sword Pavilion need to pay the sword protectors with spiritual rocks?” Han Muye asked curiously.

The Sword Pavilion had already raised an idle person, Lu Gao.
If they were to raise another one, they would not have much income.
It seemed like they would have nothing to feed on.

Although they did not lack spiritual rocks, they could not be extravagant, right?

“That’s no need for that.” Lin Shen shook his head and said proudly, “I’m getting a salary from the inner sect.”

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Then, he looked at Lu Gao.
“Brother Lu, let’s go to the dining hall to bring food back.”

Lu Gao nodded quickly.

No matter who came, he was the one with the lowest status.

Watching the two of them leave, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.

Instructor Lin’s choice was really impressive.
He came to the Sword Pavilion to work and could ask him if he had any questions.

This was probably Lin Chongxiao’s idea.

Otherwise, with Instructor Lin’s brain, he would not have thought of this.

“Brother Han, how is it?”

Huang Six quietly leaned over, a hint of nervousness on his face.

“How can I not complete the mission Brother gave me?”

Han Muye laughed and walked into the Sword Pavilion, heading for his room.

Behind him, Huang Six felt relieved, a comfortable smile on his face.

“Brother Han, I trust you to settle matters.”

“By the way, how many spiritual rocks did you spend? If it’s not enough, record it down and I will definitely pay you back.”

Behind Han Muye, Huang Six spoke again.

“Not much, not much.
Just treat it as a gift from me.”

Han Muye’s voice came from the room, making Huang Six as happy as a daisy.

“What gift? Things aren’t even confirmed yet…”

In the room, Han Muye sat cross-legged on the wooden couch.
In his hand, half of a broken sword appeared.

The blade of Tang Yunhao’s sword.

Previously, in the market, Han Muye had seen some secrets that surprised him.