Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1222 Immortal Burial City (2)
“Guarding the Immortal Burial City…”

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Han Muye and Zhao Chen stepped into the main hall, immediately drawing many curious gazes.

“A big deal!” Someone had already recognized Han Muye’s identity and greeted him with a smile.

“Haha, Yunlan Sword Immortal comes here, of course it’s a big deal.”

The shopkeepers of the various sects and shops surrounded Han Muye with smiles.

Han Muye raised his hand and a golden storage bag landed in Zhao Chen’s arms.

“I don’t understand business, but my brother does.”

Zhao Chen took the storage bag and grinned as he probed it with his divine sense.

Then his face turned pale, and he almost dropped the storage bag.

“Big, big brother, this, this much?”

Han Muye waved his hand, walked to the side as he said, “Spend it all, don’t leave any.”

Zhao Chen nodded and carefully held the storage bag, as if he was afraid of losing it.

80 billion spiritual rocks.

The pile of eight peaks almost made Zhao Chen collapse.

He had never seen so many spiritual rocks before.

The shopkeepers around also looked curiously at Zhao Chen’s storage bag.

Just how many spiritual rocks could make this seemingly somewhat merchant-like youngster so shocked?

“Young brother, I have top-quality swords—”

“Top-quality? How good are they? Immortal treasures?”

“Well, there are immortal treasures—”

“Bought, wrap them up, don’t ask so many questions, I have plenty of spiritual rocks.”
…

Han Muye didn’t bother with how Zhao Chen acquired the treasures; he was just wandering around the main hall.

The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect sold the most swords, with various grades of swords available, some of which he himself was somewhat tempted by.

But before he could approach, those swords were being carried by several attendants, joyfully sent over to Zhao Chen.

Apart from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, another unexpected seller was the Iron Armor War Sect.

Although the quality of their swords was not very high, the spiritual materials they used were top-notch, and many of them were polished with pure spiritual materials.

It was a waste of natural resources.

However, it didn’t matter. After a while, a group of burly men carried these swords to Zhao Chen.

The shops of the Heavenly Radiance Sect were filled with all kinds of spiritual materials, while the shops of the Dao Sect were filled with talismans and pills.

In the various shops, the emphasis was on quantity.

As the main hall was spacious, Han Muye walked deeper into it. He noticed a remote shop with many broken swords and weapons displayed in front.

These armors were definitely of good quality before, many of them radiating immortal light.

However, the higher the quality, the harder it was to repair once damaged.

The shop was filled with these broken swords and weapons, and only a few older attendants at the entrance were listlessly looking on.

Han Muye walked up and reached out to pick up those swords and knives, but no one paid attention.

As he held a broken sword, a faint sword intent infused into his palm.

The sword was named Zhenyang, crafted through the Hundred Refinements and Myriad Fusions Technique, measuring three feet one inch long and weighing 356 catties.

Images flashed in Han Muye’s mind.

Hu Jintai, a peak Human Immortal disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, cultivated the Dao of Heaven and Earth’s Taiyang. His sword technique was masculine and he entered the Dao with the sword.

In the scene in his mind, the bearded Daoist in a golden robe shone with sword light. His sword techniques were wide open, and every sword strike shattered the black halo around him.

At the age of 13, he cultivated the sword.

Reaching the Earth Realm at the age of 18.

At the age of 58, he entered the Heaven Realm and became an elite among his peers.

As he advanced, he entered the Human Immortal realm at 380 years old and reached the peak of the Human Immortal realm at 1,520 years old.

For the next 10,000 years, he wasted time in the mortal world and wandered in the wilderness. In the end, he accepted a mission to guard the Blood Drop Cliff. 300 years later, he stepped into the Five Decay of Heaven and Man. He failed to pass it and died regretfully.

He once roamed the world with his sword.

They had once accompanied each other in the mortal world.

He once raised his cup in a toast with friends, and his sword cut down his enemies.

Once.

Ultimately, his path was severed, turned into dust.

This was cultivation.

“My life has been worth it…”

The figure that walked forward with a sword in hand, slowly approaching Dripping Blood Cliff, where he ultimately shattered his sword, lingered in Han Muye’s mind.

He wasn’t an expert, nor did he have any truly profound sword techniques.

His cultivation level was not top-notch either.

Such people were abundant in the world of cultivation.

But whose life wasn’t exciting?

Life and death, wielding a sword.

Carefree.

“How much is this sword?”

Han Muye held the broken sword and spoke softly.

This sword no longer had any spirituality.

The spiritual materials used in its forging had also lost their power.

This was a truly useless sword.

However, in Han Muye’s opinion, this sword was a treasure.

Whose life wasn’t a treasure?

A few attendants who were previously seated got up from their seats.

“This sword, 100 spiritual rocks?” A white-haired old man hesitantly offered.

“Sir, as you know, the things in this hall are not for sale.”

“The things in our shop are all ownerless armor gathered from various places. Perhaps there are some opportunities, but they are not easy to obtain.”

Han Muye was not very old, but he had an extraordinary bearing. As if he was afraid that Han Muye would be deceived, the old man said softly, “If you’re interested, just pick one or two to play with.”

Play?

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Han Muye’s expression was calm.

Just as well.

This sword, which had once been used by a peak-stage Human Immortal to kill enemies with his sword and slay demons and fiends, was now only an item for the younger generation to play with.

Perhaps this is what Senior wants to see, right?

Wasn’t it good for them to fight to the death in exchange for the peace of the younger generation?

“I want everything here.” Han Muye raised his hand and pointed at the various broken armor piled in the intermediate shop.

You want them all?

The waiters looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

“Young Master, please wait a moment. We’ll bring out our cherished items from the back.”

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In total, Han Muye spent a total of 30 million spiritual rocks to acquire all the swords and armors in the shop.

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