Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Although the practice of the rebirth realm is based on the opening of acupoints and the dredging of meridians, it is not enough to dredge and open the meridians. It is also necessary to fill them with source power one by one.

Source power is the power cultivated in the real place now. It does not rely on the way of heaven, but only seeks for itself.

A thin silk thread circulated in Han Muye's meridians, and a gray halo surged in the two acupoints.

This is the result of his two days of practice.

In addition to practicing Kung Fu, he deduced the Twelve Styles of Qingfeng.

If the battles in the illusory land are mostly about the collision of magical powers, the display of powerful power that destroys stars with a wave of hands from hundreds of millions of miles away, then the practice in the real land is about close combat.

The purpose of tempering the physical body and the strength of the meridians and acupoints is to be able to fight at close quarters.

Until the peak of the Reborn Realm, physical collisions and strength fights are the main focus.

Qingfeng's Twelve Styles are quite satisfactory. They don't require sharp killing moves, nor do they require tight defense.

This kind of golden mean method is destined to fail the prosperity of Jiu Xuan Dao.

Han Muye was not polite and directly deduced and modified this combat method into six potentials.

The simplified Qingfeng Twelve Moves look simpler, but their lethality is increased countless times.

And it can not only be used with fists and feet, but also with swords.

"Junior brother, how is your practice?"

When Han Muye came out of quarantine, Wu Mingjue came to see him with curiosity.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a ball of blue-gray aura as big as an egg appeared in his palm.

This is source power.

Wu Mingjue nodded, with a hint of surprise on his face: "Junior brother is really not easy, he can cultivate source power so quickly."

"If you have the power to cover it up, you won't be afraid of outsiders' detection."

Without his source of power, Han Muye would have no power to protect himself.

If he couldn't cultivate his source power, he wouldn't even be qualified to stay in Jiuxuan Dao.

"By the way, Uncle Master will take us to the Fuyuan Abandoned Mine in the past few days to search for scattered Origin Stones. You must be careful when you are stationed at the sect."

"There are several young disciples in the sect who may cultivate source power in the future. They are the seeds of the younger generations cultivated by the sect."

The source stone is a treasure that contains source power, which can be absorbed by practitioners, and can also be used as a medium of trade and currency between practitioners.

Jiu Xuan Dao is currently weak in strength. Not only is its inheritance lacking, but its descendants also have no real successors to carry the cauldron.

There is only one supporter in the entire sect who is at the fifth level of rebirth.

Han Muye had known about the sect's crisis before. The rent for the hundred acres of land leased by the sect at the foot of the mountain had expired.

If you want to grow spiritual grains that help practitioners improve their physical strength and contain a trace of source power, you need a special spiritual field.

There is no spiritual field in Jiuxuan Dao, so we can only rent it.

Now that the rent has expired and the sect cannot afford enough rent, the disciples in that sect, especially those new disciples who have just joined the sect and have not yet been able to cultivate their source power and gain a body, cannot be promoted.

This is a big deal.

As for the abandoned mine Wu Mingjue mentioned, it was a mine abandoned countless years ago in the mountains and forests thousands of miles away.

The large sects stationed there had abandoned the mines, and the practitioners and practicing sects scattered in the Jiuxuan Mountains went over to look for fragments of source stones.

The big sects looked down on the source stone, but for the small sects and the scattered practitioners, it was already a rare treasure. If you found it, you would have to fight to decide who owned it.

"Okay." Han Muye nodded.

Although he has nothing to do with Jiuxuan Dao, he is always from the Jiuxuan Tiandao Sect.

Not to mention incense and love, at least now I am living in someone else's house.

Wu Mingjue hesitated, then took out a piece of blue-gray rune and two dove-egg-sized jade stones, and handed them to Han Muye with some pain.

"This is the giant power talisman, and there are two source stones. If something happens, activate the giant power talisman and use the source power to activate it. At least you can have some self-protection power."

"If nothing happens," Wu Mingjue said with a smile, "then I will give these two Origin Stones to my junior brother for practice."

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Taoist Hu Yu led nine second-generation disciples and two third-generation elites from the Jiuxuan Taoist Sect to the abandoned mine.

The ones left behind in the sect were Han Muye and eight new third-generation disciples.

Han Muye is considered a second-generation disciple.

Those third-generation disciples are all under twenty years old, and their cultivation has not yet condensed source power.

Without the restraint of the elders of the sect, the eight third-generation disciples became loose.

There were only two timid and honest ones who were assigned to cook and carry firewood and boil water every day.

Han Muye didn't care and only came out of seclusion every day during meal time.

Those two source stones had long been used by him for cultivation, turning them into an extra trace of source power in his own meridians.

In a few days, eighteen threads of energy were cultivated in his meridians, and a faint halo emerged from the five acupoints.

During lunch, Han Muye came out of seclusion. In the dining hall, a disciple in green robe threw his bowl on the table.

"Xun Hao, why are you out of meat today?"

The disciple stared at the young man in gray robe who brought out the food.

Others also had impatient expressions on their faces.

"That's right, after eating green vegetables for three days, I can't even do morning exercises."

"What did Master and Master say when they left? Uncle is responsible for everything in the sect, and they have left enough supplies."

Everyone's eyes turned to Han Muye's direction.

"Brothers, no, there is really no meat." The honest disciple named Xun Hao hurriedly put down the barrel.

"When my uncle and my ancestors left, all they left in the dining hall were rice and vegetables. Junior Brother Tengming and I went to the Lingtian field down the mountain to pick the vegetables."

"Uncle Master doesn't have any supplies, we all know that."

“Bang——” The thrown bowl hit the table. The tall green-robed disciple snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"I'm going to have a restaurant down the mountain."

Several other disciples followed closely and ran out.

Han Muye walked to the dining table, and the two gray-robed disciples looked ashamed.

"Uncle Master, we, we really don't have any meat..."

Han Muye waved his hand, took the rice bowl, filled it with rice, and then started eating by himself.

Meat increases qi and blood, and can increase source power slightly more than rice. The best thing is spiritual grain, but it has to be exchanged for source stones, and the entire sect is reluctant to eat it.

In the middle of the afternoon, Han Muye was practicing in the small courtyard, and Xun Hao rushed in in a panic.

"Uncle Master, it's not good. The Qin family came to collect rent. I heard from Teng Ming that Master and the others are not here. They, they are going to the Lingtian to cut the Linggu!"

"The spiritual valley is not mature yet. If it is cut off, our Jiu Xuan Dao will really not be able to survive the next half year!"

Xun Hao was sweating profusely, rubbing his hands and not knowing what to do.

Han Muye glanced at him, then walked out of the small courtyard.

The two left the sect and walked quickly down the mountain. After a while, they saw Teng Ming being trampled under the feet of several young men in the fields below the mountain. Three big men were holding sickles in their hands and were cutting ungrown spiritual grains in the spiritual fields.

"Excuse me, Third Master's newly harvested Gale Fengju loves to eat freshly brewed Linggu."

At the head of the field, an old man in his fifties wearing a blue robe and a goatee waved his sleeves, with a smile on his face.

"Lao Jin, I have been thinking about it for a long time before I realized that the spiritual valley in the spiritual field of Jiu Xuan Dao is the only place where the juice comes out."

"Jiu Xuan Dao has also declined, and even the source stones used to ripen the spiritual valley are reluctant to be spent."

As the old man said this, he turned around and saw Han Muye and Xun Hao coming over, with contemptuous smiles on their faces.

When Han Muye went to the field, Teng Ming rolled on the ground and cried: "Uncle, they are cutting our spiritual valley!"

"It's over, it's all over..." Xun Hao sat down with a pale face.

Han Muye looked at the spiritual grains, his expression unchanged, he nodded and said, "Cut more."

These words made the old man with the goatee startled for a moment, and then he laughed.

"Finally I met someone who knows what's going on."

“Don’t worry, you Taoist masters don’t dare to do this regarding Linggu—”

Before he finished speaking, Han Muye's voice rang out: "One spiritual valley and one source stone, a child and an old man cannot be deceived."

"Remember that the Origin Stone sent me the Nine Profound Paths."