Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1223 Immortal Burial City (3)
No wonder the things here never sold. Who would be willing to spend millions of spirit stones to buy mountains of scrap?

Only someone like Han Muye, with an endless fortune and the ability to view memories in swords, would take these things.

Having cleared the shop, Han Muye didn’t linger any longer and turned to leave.

By the time he reached the center of the hall, there were no more shopkeepers around Zhao Chen.

However, the shopkeepers who had surrounded Zhao Chen were not in the hall. They seemed to have left.

“Brother, is everything settled?” Zhao Chen, holding two storage bags, smiled and looked at Han Muye, raising his hand to hand over the bags.

Was the deal already negotiated?

Han Muye reached out to take the storage bag and frowned.
The storage bag he had given Zhao Chen before, containing 80 billion spirit stones, was now missing less than ten percent.

On the other hand, the other storage bag was filled with various materials worth at least 30 billion.

There were hundreds of swords of immortal and spiritual grade among them.

Did these hundreds of swords not equal one hundred billion spiritual rocks?

“Big Brother, let’s go back and talk.” Zhao Chen signaled and turned to leave.

Once they were out of the hall and far from the square, Zhao Chen let out a satisfied laugh.

“Brother, how’s the business going?”

How was it going?

Before Han Muye could speak, Zhao Chen began to explain.

He had spent six billion spiritual rocks as a deposit to buy various treasures worth five hundred billion.

Because he had shown the eight billion spiritual rocks and asked a question.

“Everyone, considering the resources and means of Yunlan Sword Immortal, do you think this reinforcement will bring gains?”

Gains.

In the three forbidden areas of the Fuyu Immortal World, every place was a sacred ground.

Outside the Dripping Blood Cliff was an expanse of wilderness, and the bloodline bones of various void beasts slain there held extraordinary value.

There were many foreign races from other immortal worlds in Soul-Severing Valley, fearless of Dao laws, with formidable strength. Killing these foreigners could yield treasures from their respective realms.

As for the Immortal Burial City, there were divine items that were dropped.

What did the cultivators in the Immortal World yearn for the most?

Wasn’t it just various treasures in the Heavenly Cycle Divine World?

According to Zhao Chen, Yunlan Sword Immortal’s trip to the Immortal Burial City was for plundering.

Pooling the strength of the strongest disciples from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, they naturally intended to plunder.

He signed a contract with everyone and would send back treasures worth at least 100 billion spiritual rocks from the Immortal Burial City every year.

Half of the loot from the first three years would be used as investment returns, and from then on, the annual treasures would be sold to the contracted allies at a 20% discount.

“So, you see, these spiritual rocks haven’t been spent yet.”

Zhao Chen’s face was filled with smiles.

Everyone was an investment, not a transaction.

Of course, spiritual rocks wouldn’t be spent.

After contemplating for a moment, Han Muye felt like he might have been played.

“Brother, since there’s still some time, I’m planning to visit other sects.” Zhao Chen looked at the storage bag in Han Muye’s hand, a hint of madness in his eyes.

“If we can do some good business this time, we could also live more comfortably in the Immortal Burial City in the future.”

Was it not enough to sell once? Did they need to sell multiple times?

Han Muye smiled.

Sometimes, the power of merchants was unimaginable.

Every time he was sold, he would pull in a group of allies.

If he was sold ten times, he would have countless allies.

None of these allies wanted him to die in the Immortal Burial City.

Because many of them might have their fortunes riding on him.

“Alright, take this transfer order with you.” Han Muye tossed the order to Zhao Chen.

“I’ll find a skilled protector for you.”

The expert Han Muye found was truly formidable.

Zhu Yong of the Zhu family, Void Refining Sword Immortal.

Zhao Chen and the expert named Zhu Yong left, heading to various sects for business. Han Muye, on the other hand, returned to the Zhenxuan Hall and began seclusion.

He took out the swords he had collected and placed them in front of him one by one.

He grasped them, and the essence of the swords flowed into him.

Memories and scenes unfolded.

Some people dedicated their lives to cultivation, passing away eventually.

Some dominated with their swords, but ended up dead in the end.

Some pursued swordsmanship for their beliefs but abandoned those beliefs in the end.

Some cultivated for love, only to be abandoned by their loved ones.

Life’s myriad facets.

Observing the swords of predecessors, he cultivated his own Dao.

Understanding the swords of predecessors, he cultivated his own Dao.

Despite the turmoil outside Zhenxuan Hall, Han Muye remained within, observing swords and understanding life.

What he observed was the sword, and what he comprehended was life.

Seven months later, as he emerged from the hall, his posture was slightly bent, and his eyes had a hint of haziness.

With one step, he strode forward like a sword.

With another step, his sword aura shot into the sky.

No matter how many lives there were, they did not belong to Han Muye.

After observing countless swords, he was still himself, Han Muye.

“Let me see who’s worthy of accompanying me.”

With a low shout, Han Muye shot straight into the sky.

His sword pierced through the sky like a long blade before he stood still.

“Let’s fight.”

Sword cultivators had always spoken with their swords.

“Boom!”

Sword formations converged, forming swords that followed closely behind Han Muye, shooting toward the sky.

This time, however, was different from the last. Only nine sword formations truly reached the sky.

In these seven months, the strongest formations emerged from various battles.

Nine formations stood out.

Within these formations, the elite swordsmen of the sects had all reached the Void Transformation Realm, and each was at least an elite disciple of the third hall.

They coordinated seamlessly, their understanding of the sword profound.

The determination and strength they displayed made even the seniors of the sword sects marvel.

With the kind of motivation Yunlan Sword Immortal provided, the sword sects’ strength would undoubtedly surpass the rest.

“Hehe, I wonder what gains this kid got during his year-long seclusion,” Li Yungang spoke softly, holding a large gourd in his hand.

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