Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2267: 1023, we don't want Zhao Jing or anyone like him coming back again.

Chapter 2267: 1023, we don’t want Zhao Jing or anyone like him coming back again.

“Boom——”

In the distance, between heaven and earth, a golden flying horse carriage came galloping.

The carriage was pulled by five ten-thousand-zhang Golden Dragons, and the frame was forged from Celestial Gold of the Profound Heavens. Just this carriage alone was worth at least ten million top-grade Pantian Stones.

Each of the ten-thousand-zhang Golden Dragons was at the Qiankun Realm, possessing its own Qiankun Heaven and Earth.

Such divine beasts, being Overlords in their respective worlds, were now merely pulling a carriage.

“The royal family!”

“Celestial Dynasty Royal Family has come in person!”

Around, a chorus of astonished cries erupted.

It had been thought that the ones coming to confer honors were from the Golden Palace of the Protectorate in Wuling Continent of the Celestial Dynasty, yet even the royal family was stirred.

That a prefecture-level directed war for conquest could warrant personal conferment of honors by the royal family was unexpected.

“With the royal family’s arrival, who knows what rewards will be given.”

Some envied, while others frowned.

While Han Muye’s accomplishments this time were immense, they weren’t seen as substantial enough to require the royal family’s personal intervention.

For at least thousands of years in Wuling Continent, the royal family had not made a public appearance.

“Great Pantheon Immortal Dynasty’s Marquis Yunmo, Zhao Jing, has come; please, General Han Muye, come out to receive him,” a voice sounded from atop the golden carriage frame.

This voice was full of authority, stirring the origin power around, clearly under the blessing of the Great Dao of this Plane.

This was the heavenly might of an official of the Celestial Dynasty.

Above Cloud Void Mountain, the sky teeming with circulating sword light came to an abrupt halt, as if suppressed by the Celestial Dynasty’s majestic authority.

However, the next instant, the entire Cloud Void Mountain became ethereal.

“Into the Void World!”

“Cloud Void Mountain actually has the ability to break through the origin of heaven and earth, unaffected by the suppression of the Great Pantheon Plane!”

At the gate of the mountain, a series of low exclamations arose.

Countless cultivators looked up to see the mountain gate also becoming ethereal, expressions undulating on their faces.

In front of the royal family of the Great Pantheon Plane, directly hiding the mountain gate into the void—what was this leading to?

Could it be a direct challenge?

Ahead, the Golden Dragons roared, and a pillar of powerful blood essence transformed into light shot up from the golden carriage frame.

A middle-aged man dressed in golden robes and wearing a light green jade crown stepped out of the carriage and stood in midair, gazing at the ethereal Jade Void Mountain before him.

Marquis Yunmo, Zhao Jing, with royal family status.

That surging blood essence clearly indicated a Dominion Realm powerhouse.

In the Dominion Realm, within Shenhe Prefecture, that was absolutely an Overlord Level.

“Han Muye, this marquis has come to proclaim your conferment. Will you not receive it?” Zhao Jing bellowed, as a golden battle spear materialized behind him.

Around that spear, swirling Source Power vibrated, compelling one to submit with a single glance.

This was a battle spear infused with Origin Force, second only to a Dominion Level weapon.

Such a treasure, in the hands of Zhao Jing at the Dominion Realm, would wield unimaginable combat strength.

“Accept.”

Above Cloud Void Mountain, a faint voice resonated.

Han Muye, in a green robe, emerged before the mountain gate.

“After a hundred years of fighting for the Celestial Dynasty, acc.u.mulating billions of merit tokens, I want to see what the Celestial Dynasty will give me.”

Han Muye’s words traveled thousands of miles, causing the surrounding cultivators to glow with a sharp light in their eyes.

Although Han Muye’s att.i.tude seemed incorrect, not quite respectful, his words were not wrong.

After a hundred years of battling for the Celestial Dynasty, what conferment will be given by the Celestial Dynasty? This concerns the Celestial Dynasty’s dignity in the eyes of countless cultivators.

“By decree, Han Muye, commander in the conquest of Shenhe Prefecture, has shown remarkable military exploits over a hundred years and is hereby appointed as a first-cla.s.s Marquis Su Ming of Weiyuan.”

“Furthermore, given that Han Muye has the Heaven-Stabilizing Seal, according to Heaven-Stabilizing Guard rules, Han Muye is to be the Heaven-Stabilizing Guard Commander, with authority over thirty percent of the Heaven-Stabilizing Guard.”

A first-cla.s.s battlefield marquis.

Authority over thirty percent of the Heaven-Stabilizing Guard.

Having finished reading the decree from the scrolls, Zhao Jing grasped it in his hand and looked towards Han Muye.

“Marquis Su Ming, Commander Han, are you satisfied with this conferment?”

Below, countless cultivators looked up at Han Muye with envy.

A meteoric rise to n.o.bility, a single battle earns a marquisate.

This is what countless cultivators in the Great Pantheon Plane yearn for.

A first-cla.s.s battlefield marquis, that’s only secondary to the dukes who rest alongside the Celestial Dynasty, already the most powerful rank within the Dynasty.

To be rewarded like this after a single battle, it’s generous enough.

Looking at the decree scroll in Zhao Jing’s hands, Han Muye’s expression remained calm.

“May I ask Marquis Yunmo, what further price do I need to pay to receive these rewards?”

His question prompted a light laugh to cross Zhao Jing’s face.

“After all, it’s Commander Han who once controlled millions in your army, understanding that to obtain something one desires, a corresponding price must be paid.”

“The resources exchanged for ten billion Military Exploits, eighty percent goes to the Heaven-Stabilizing Guard.”

“Hand over the Heaven-Stabilizing Seal, then volunteer to defend the outer realms for a million years.”

Zhao Jing’s gaze swept the surroundings, turned to the ethereal Cloud Void Mountain, and a smile played at the corner of his mouth.

“You can entrust the sword sect of Cloud Void Mountain to me.”

“I’ll take care of it for you, and after a million years, I’ll return it to you.”

Military resources.

Heaven-Stabilizing Seal.

And a self-request to leave the Great Pantheon Plane.

Zhao Jing’s voice echoed, and the cultivators below all showed complex expressions.

Indeed, to receive the Dynasty’s rewards is not so simple.

Becoming a marquis after one battle does not mean that one is truly recognized by the Dynasty.

One needs to demonstrate loyalty by guarding the outer realms for a million years.

What if one refuses?

“What if I refuse?” Han Muye asked in a calm voice, speaking softly.

Zhao Jing laughed heartily, his gaze fixed intently on Han Muye as the blood essence within him roared, transforming into a ten thousand zhang fierce dragon.

Behind him, the golden battle spear also slowly pointed in the direction of Han Muye.

“Do you think this marquis is here to negotiate with you?”

“Or do you believe that this marquis has come alone?”

In the distant sky, divine light surged up as figures clad in golden armor emerged one after another.

Even the ethereal Cloud Void Mountain was pressed down by such formidable power, as if it was being pulled back into the Great Pantheon Plane.

Below, all the cultivators who had originally come to attend the grand reunion ceremony of the Heaven-Stabilizing Sword Sect turned pale and involuntarily stepped back.

An unprecedented mighty battle is clearly about to unfold!

Atop Cloud Void Mountain, streaks of sword light flickered.

“I thought that upon returning from a hundred battles, the Dynasty would reward me based on my merits, but it seems I have overestimated it.”

“After the rabbit dies, the hound is cooked; this is how the world works, after all.”

Han Muye spoke indifferently, and the green-gray seal in his hand floated in the air.

He stepped into the void, surrounded by swirling sword light.

“If you want this object, come and take it.”

As his words fell, Zhao Jing burst into laughter, his figure s.h.i.+fted, spear in hand, and he struck down at Han Muye’s head.

Billions of sharp edges enveloped Han Muye, intent on shattering his body.

But before the sharpness could reach him, a green-gray sword light had already shot out from the seal in front of Han Muye.

Behind him, on Cloud Void Mountain, three hundred and sixty towering sword lights collided with the golden long spear.

“Boom——”

Zhao Jing’s expression changed dramatically. His cherished treasure, the long spear, wailed as cracks appeared along its shaft.

He grabbed the shaft as a bone-piercing force carried both him and the spear away, cras.h.i.+ng into the distance.

His body hit the carriage behind him, breaking it apart.

The five Golden Dragons were enveloped by the myriad sword lights, gradually eroding away and turning into Pantian Stones that glowed gold-red.

“Boom——”

The three-foot-long swords flew up, three hundred and sixty swords sweeping across, slas.h.i.+ng towards the tall figures of the golden-armored generals.

“I hope the Dynasty has enough strength not to disappoint me.”

“Next time, don’t send someone like Zhao Jing.”

Han Muye’s voice echoed across countless miles of heaven and earth.