C10 Sword Pavilion

The outer court, inner court, and the main hall of the Sword Pavilion were known as the three treasures of the Martial Teaching Hall.

The entire inheritance of the Martial Teaching Hall was concentrated in these three treasures, and it was also the foundation of the Martial Teaching Hall. Almost all of the cultivation techniques and divine abilities, along with the supreme comprehensions of the past, were all left in these three treasures.

Whether it was the outer court disciples, inner court disciples, or the core disciples, only by being able to study in these three treasures would they be able to learn the true things.

When Yu Han arrived at the Sword Pavilion, it was already past three in the morning. He did not deliberately arrive late, but because of Ding Jin's cowardice, he wasted a lot of time and words.

"Look, I told you. None of the fellow disciples who came with us came. Everyone knows what happened, and no one is willing to get into trouble!" Ding Jin looked at the cold and deserted entrance of the Sword Pavilion and could not help but say.

Yu Han smiled faintly and patted Ding Jin's shoulder, "The big rooster in your Martial Spirit is not simple. If it was just an ordinary Martial Spirit, how could it face the pressure of so many Martial Spirits and still dare to make a sound? Don't let it be buried!"

Ding Jin was startled. This sentence was not only said by Yu Han. When he was still a servant disciple, he was enlightened by a mysterious person, so he was able to condense a Martial Spirit in just two years.

However, he did not expect that it would be a Martial Spirit of this level that gave him a headache.

Later on, the mysterious person found him again and said something similar to what Yu Han had just said.

Ding Jin was very surprised. How could Yu Han see through this? He looked at Yu Han in surprise as if he wanted to see through Yu Han.

Yu Han laughed involuntarily, "If you have any questions in your heart, follow me into the Sword Pavilion. There is everything you want to know there."

Ding Jin seemed to have made a great decision. He nodded heavily and said, "I will risk my life!"

"That's not necessary!" Yu Han laughed out loud and took the lead to walk towards the door of the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion was a huge pavilion. It was surrounded by clouds and mist, and it had a spiritual aura. It was because of the formation set up by the experts of the Martial Teaching Hall that it looked ancient from the outside.

The elder guarding the Sword Pavilion only checked the identity wooden plates of the two of them and let them pass. After that, he looked at their backs and shook his head slightly.

After passing through a corridor that was 30 meters long, they would arrive at the place where the books of the Sword Pavilion were stored.

However, they could not go any further after walking halfway through the corridor.

Two aristocratic family disciples blocked their way. They had a disdainful smile on their faces as they looked at the two of them with ridicule.

"There are my aristocratic family disciples who are comprehending the sword techniques and sacred arts inside. You guys should take a detour!" One of the aristocratic family disciples waved his hand as if he was driving away flies.

Yuh Han's eyes flashed, and then he laughed, "This is the only way, the other paths won't work!"

When the two aristocratic family disciples heard this, they couldn't help but sneer, "You really don't understand the rules! I remember you, you are the trash among the third-grade disciples, and your Martial Spirit seems to be a stalk of grass, right? With your talent, entering the Sword Pavilion is a complete waste. I can stand here and talk, and I've already given you guys a lot of face. Do you really want me to make you guys leave?"

When these words came out, Ding Jin couldn't help but feel a little scared, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

The mocking smile on the faces of the two aristocratic family disciples became even more intense.

Yuh Han's mouth revealed a smile, not retreating but advancing, and he walked towards the two of them, "When we entered the outer court, the elder had already said that third-grade disciples could enter the Sword Pavilion once every ten days. Today is exactly ten days, our chances are very few. If you make me leave, then I'll leave, isn't that very uneconomical?"

"Then we can only send you on your way!" One of the aristocratic family disciples stepped forward with a sinister smile, and he reached out with one hand towards Yu Han's shoulder.

Yu Han's shoulder slightly sank, and he slightly turned a direction to avoid this grab. Then, his Genuine Qi instantly condensed on his shoulder, and he raised it fiercely. There was a faint light lingering on his shoulder, and it just happened to hit the wrist of the aristocratic family disciple.

The aristocratic family disciple let out a painful cry, and the sound of his bones breaking could be heard. He hugged his arm and screamed endlessly, and his forehead was already dripping with sweat.

"How dare you attack us? Do you know who is inside? It is the genius disciple of our Guo Family, Guo Ao!" The other aristocratic family disciple saw that Yu Han had injured his comrade in a single move, and he was shocked by the strength of the other party. He said in a somewhat cowardly manner.

"I only entered the Sword Pavilion to cultivate according to the rules of the outer court. As for beating people, Ding Jin also saw it. I didn't do anything, it was him who attacked first!" Yu Han's eyes flashed with a bright light as he pointed at Ding Jin, who was beside him.

Ding Jin looked at Yu Han as if he was looking at a monster, and his heart was in turmoil. Wasn't his Martial Spirit a grass? How could it be so powerful?

He vaguely remembered that the youth who had his wrist broken back then had condensed the Martial Spirit of the Long Armed Ape Monkey. The grade was so different, so how could such a result occur?

Therefore, he only nodded his head in a wooden manner.

"In short, you have hurt our aristocratic family disciple, and that's wrong!" When the disciple saw that Yu Han's words had softened, he could not help but reprimand him.

Yu Han looked at him indifferently, and the bright light in his eyes made the other party feel a wave of fear. "If you continue to stop me, you will end up like him. If you don't believe me, you can try!"

After saying that, he walked towards the two of them with large strides.

The expression of the aristocratic family disciple changed drastically. He helped the injured disciple up and staggered backwards. He said angrily, "Wait a moment. Senior Brother Guo is comprehending sword techniques. When he comes out, he will definitely teach you a good lesson!"

Yuh Han looked at the retreating figures of the two and laughed, "Look, they are not scary at all. As long as you are stronger than them, and you attack more viciously than them, they will also be very scared."

"But... will we be in trouble?" Ding Jin asked carefully.

Yuh Han walked across the long corridor in a few steps, but his voice was still transmitted over, "No trouble, how can you grow?"

Ding Jin stood where he was, as if he had understood something. His eyes became extremely firm from the initial panic, and then he held his head high and walked into the Sword Pavilion with Yuh Han's footsteps.

As soon as he entered the Sword Pavilion, a wave of ancient Taoist aura rushed towards him. All kinds of cultivation techniques and sword techniques were neatly placed on the bookshelves, and it was so quiet that one could even hear a needle falling down.

"Once you enter the Sword Pavilion, you are forbidden to use weapons. Learn from each other and don't disturb each other!"

This was the rule of the Sword Pavilion. After entering this place, no one was allowed to make a move. Each person could comprehend the techniques and cultivation techniques they needed, and no one was allowed to guide each other, or even disturb each other.

If there was such a person, the elders of the Martial Teaching Hall would personally punish him. No matter who he was, the lightest punishment would be to cripple his cultivation and expel him from the Martial Teaching Hall.

Therefore, it was very quiet inside. Although there were quite a few people inside, no one paid attention to the situation around them or who had come. They all focused on comprehending the techniques and cultivation techniques in their hands.

Even the two people who had previously clashed with each other became much more obedient. They only looked at Yuh Han with hatred in their eyes, but they no longer dared to be arrogant.

Yuh Han looked around. The sword techniques were all placed in a row of stone boxes that were built on the eastern side of the stone wall.

The entire stone wall was engraved with strange totems. Before he got close, he could already feel a sharp aura.

His eyes narrowed slightly. The Sword River in his body started to tremble slightly as if it was attracted by something.

Yuh Han nodded at Ding Jin, indicating that he could choose his own cultivation technique. He then walked towards the stone wall totem.

As he got closer, the Sword River became even more restless.

"Could it be that the Sword River has sensed that there is an extraordinary sword technique here?" Yuh Han pondered as he approached the stone wall. His gaze swept across the stone boxes on the wall.

They were all very ordinary sword techniques.

He flipped open one of them and scanned it with his lightning-like eyes. Although the sword technique was not bad, it was still far inferior to the sword technique that Hsu Fei had given him before.

Just like that, Yuh Han kept searching through the stone boxes. He read through every single sword technique.

"There are a total of 643 sword techniques. They are all very ordinary. There is nothing special about them. I don't even need to comprehend them. I just need to remember the moves and I can use them! Moreover, it seems like these sword techniques are not recognized by the Sword River!" Yuh Han sighed.

Because he did not have the desire to practice these sword techniques, the Sword Intent in his body was also suppressed. He did not want to comprehend these sword techniques.

The Sword River in his body continued to surge, releasing an urgent feeling, causing Yuh Han's gaze to freeze slightly.

"No, I must have missed something. The feeling of the Sword River is not wrong. Then there must be other hidden sword techniques here."

Yuh Han's gaze suddenly landed on the totem on the stone wall.

The figure on the stone totem could be vaguely seen holding a long sword and riding on a cloud.

However, there seemed to be something wrong.

Yuh Han's pupils shrank slightly. The lines on the totem were not smooth, but rather rough, as if they were forcefully connected together.

With doubt, he touched an irregular part of the totem with his palm and pressed lightly.