Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion
1185 My Hometown is in Hulun Bai’er (3)
“Haha, this is the distinguished guest of the Zhulong Trading Company?” Seeing Han Muye walk out, the burly man smiled, stretched out his hands, and strode forward.
“Since you’re an honored guest of the Zhulong Trading Company, you’re naturally an honored guest of my Niu Siling.”
The burly man wanted to hug Han Muye’s arm, but he was blocked 10 feet away by the sword light surging from Han Muye’s body, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.
“Lord Sword Immortal, this is the Fourth Spirit Demon King.”
Du Qiang walked forward, bowed to Han Muye, and whispered.
Demon Kings were at least experts at the Transformation Void who could rule a region and be called Demon Kings.
As a Void Transformation expert, this guy was actually so attentive. It was unknown if he was afraid of the Zhulong Trading Company or if he was good at scheming.
At the very least, for most cultivators, a Demon King could be ignored as long as it was not a life-and-death conflict.
“Haha, what demon king? Brother Du, I don’t like your words.” Seeing Du Qiang’s respectful attitude towards Han Muye, Niu Siling rolled his eyes and smiled.
He looked at Han Muye and grinned. “But I know that even if I kill those guys, my esteemed guest won’t care.”
He looked at Han Muye and grinned. “But I know that even if I kill those guys, esteemed guests won’t care.”
As he spoke, he reached out and took out a small wooden box.
“Brother Du said that the esteemed guest is a great Sword Dao cultivator. Coincidentally, I have an ancient sword in my hand.
“I’m a boor and don’t know how to use a sword. I’ll give this to you as an apology.”
The wooden box was not big, only three feet long.
The greenish-black patterns revealed a hint of mystery.
Niu Siling held the wooden box in his hand and looked at Han Muye.
Du Qiang’s expression did not change, as if he did not see this scene.
Han Muye pondered for a moment and smiled. “Alright, since it’s a gift personally sent by the Four Spirit Demon King, I’ll accept it.”
He raised his hand to take the wooden box and opened the greenish-black lid, revealing an ancient and heavy short sword that was more than two feet long.
Although there was no visible immortal radiance on the sword, there were faint immortal patterns that activated the flow of sword intent.
The quality was not bad, at least a top-grade magical treasure, or a semi-spiritual treasure.
Such a treasure was nothing in the Wasteland cities, but in the Bitter Immortal Realm, it was already a rather precious gift.
Not to mention those few Greensack clansmen, even the lives of 10,000 of them could not compare to this ancient sword.
Han Muye finally understood why this Four Spirit Demon King could escape from the pursuit of the Zhulong Trading Company and resolve the grudge.
This guy was willing to give.
Niu Silin didn’t linger in Han Muye’s courtyard for long, just invited Han Muye to visit his territory sometime, then left with a smile and a polite gesture.
“He knows that our caravan brought 800,000 soldiers and armor, so he wants a share.”
Du Qiang watched as Niu Siling left and spoke in a low voice.
Now with the Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian’s army pressing on, the only way to increase one’s chances of winning was to improve one’s own strength and the strength of one’s subordinates.
How Du Qiang managed the trade was none of Han Muye’s concern; that was the business of their Zhu Long Trading Company.
The ancient sword was quite something, so he put it away first.
He came out of seclusion because he had other things to do.
Walking out of the small courtyard alone, he walked forward from the top floor of the city until he was 50,000 feet away from the city. Han Muye walked straight into a shop with a sign selling pills.
“We don’t have any Blood Condensation Pellets left, but we still have a few Bone Accumulating Pellets.” An old voice came from the dark shop.
Han Muye stood at the counter and looked up at the disheveled old man.
The vigorous sword intent on Han Muye’s body made the old man frown slightly.
“Sword cultivator…” The old man shook his head and muttered.
“Deacon Zhou Sheng of the Zhantian Hall in the Bitter Immortal Realm actually looks like this,” Han Muye said calmly, his expression unchanged.
His words caused sword light to appear on the old man’s body.
The sword light flashed and landed three feet in front of Han Muye, then retreated.
“Who told you about my identity?”
Looking at Han Muye, the old man’s eyes revealed a hint of laziness.
“Are the juniors of the Sword Sect so ignorant of respecting the old and loving the young now?”
Respect the old and love the young?
When did the cultivation world have such a rule?
Moreover, the older these cultivators were, the stronger their combat strength was.
Who would dare to be disrespectful?
Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand, and took out his identity token.
This token was half a finger long and looked like a small green-black sword. There was a faint golden immortal rune flowing on it.
Four sword lights flashed.
Seeing the token, Zhou Sheng moved slightly and sat up slightly. A golden halo appeared in his eyes.
“An elite of the four halls. It was no wonder.” The sword light on his body converged, and Zhou Sheng looked at Han Muye. “When did our Sword Sect have a genius like you among the juniors?”
In the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, those who could have the status of four palaces at the same time were absolute elites.
This was especially true for the mysterious God Slaying Hall. Only the top geniuses who were one in a million had the chance to enter.
“Tell me, what are you doing in the Bitter Immortal Realm?” As Zhou Sheng spoke, he stood up and stretched his waist. He muttered, “I’m most afraid of you guys coming. Nothing good will come from your arrival.”
With a wave of his hand, the door of the shop closed. Then, the scene changed, turning into a verdant courtyard.
He walked to the stone table in the small courtyard and sat down. Zhou Sheng took out a small wine gourd, took a sip, and looked at Han Muye.
“I received news that it concerns the legacy of an Immortal Lord. It might require the strength of the sect.”
Han Muye’s words made Zhou Sheng, who had just taken a sip of wine, blush and cough.
Chapter 1186: 1185 My Hometown is in Hulun Bai'er (3)
“Haha, this is the distinguished guest of the Zhulong Trading Company?” Seeing Han Muye walk out, the burly man smiled, stretched out his hands, and strode forward.
“Since you’re an honored guest of the Zhulong Trading Company, you’re naturally an honored guest of my Niu Siling.”
The burly man wanted to hug Han Muye’s arm, but he was blocked 10 feet away by the sword light surging from Han Muye’s body, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.
“Lord Sword Immortal, this is the Fourth Spirit Demon King.”
Du Qiang walked forward, bowed to Han Muye, and whispered.
Demon Kings were at least experts at the Transformation Void who could rule a region and be called Demon Kings.
As a Void Transformation expert, this guy was actually so attentive. It was unknown if he was afraid of the Zhulong Trading Company or if he was good at scheming.
At the very least, for most cultivators, a Demon King could be ignored as long as it was not a life-and-death conflict.
“Haha, what demon king? Brother Du, I don’t like your words.” Seeing Du Qiang’s respectful attitude towards Han Muye, Niu Siling rolled his eyes and smiled.
He looked at Han Muye and grinned. “But I know that even if I kill those guys, my esteemed guest won’t care.”
He looked at Han Muye and grinned. “But I know that even if I kill those guys, esteemed guests won’t care.”
As he spoke, he reached out and took out a small wooden box.
“Brother Du said that the esteemed guest is a great Sword Dao cultivator. Coincidentally, I have an ancient sword in my hand.
“I’m a boor and don’t know how to use a sword. I’ll give this to you as an apology.”
The wooden box was not big, only three feet long.
The greenish-black patterns revealed a hint of mystery.
Niu Siling held the wooden box in his hand and looked at Han Muye.
Du Qiang’s expression did not change, as if he did not see this scene.
Han Muye pondered for a moment and smiled. “Alright, since it’s a gift personally sent by the Four Spirit Demon King, I’ll accept it.”
Although there was no visible immortal radiance on the sword, there were faint immortal patterns that activated the flow of sword intent.
The quality was not bad, at least a top-grade magical treasure, or a semi-spiritual treasure.
Such a treasure was nothing in the Wasteland cities, but in the Bitter Immortal Realm, it was already a rather precious gift.
Not to mention those few Greensack clansmen, even the lives of 10,000 of them could not compare to this ancient sword.
Han Muye finally understood why this Four Spirit Demon King could escape from the pursuit of the Zhulong Trading Company and resolve the grudge.
This guy was willing to give.
Niu Silin didn’t linger in Han Muye’s courtyard for long, just invited Han Muye to visit his territory sometime, then left with a smile and a polite gesture.
“He knows that our caravan brought 800,000 soldiers and armor, so he wants a share.”
Du Qiang watched as Niu Siling left and spoke in a low voice.
Now with the Heaven Immortal Demon King Xiang Tian’s army pressing on, the only way to increase one’s chances of winning was to improve one’s own strength and the strength of one’s subordinates.
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If they were to suffer a real defeat, at least they would have more chips in their hands.How Du Qiang managed the trade was none of Han Muye’s concern; that was the business of their Zhu Long Trading Company.
The ancient sword was quite something, so he put it away first.
He came out of seclusion because he had other things to do.
Walking out of the small courtyard alone, he walked forward from the top floor of the city until he was 50,000 feet away from the city. Han Muye walked straight into a shop with a sign selling pills.
“We don’t have any Blood Condensation Pellets left, but we still have a few Bone Accumulating Pellets.” An old voice came from the dark shop.
Han Muye stood at the counter and looked up at the disheveled old man.
The vigorous sword intent on Han Muye’s body made the old man frown slightly.
“Sword cultivator…” The old man shook his head and muttered.
His words caused sword light to appear on the old man’s body.
The sword light flashed and landed three feet in front of Han Muye, then retreated.
“Who told you about my identity?”
Looking at Han Muye, the old man’s eyes revealed a hint of laziness.
“Are the juniors of the Sword Sect so ignorant of respecting the old and loving the young now?”
Respect the old and love the young?
When did the cultivation world have such a rule?
Moreover, the older these cultivators were, the stronger their combat strength was.
Who would dare to be disrespectful?
Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand, and took out his identity token.
This token was half a finger long and looked like a small green-black sword. There was a faint golden immortal rune flowing on it.
Four sword lights flashed.
Seeing the token, Zhou Sheng moved slightly and sat up slightly. A golden halo appeared in his eyes.
“An elite of the four halls. It was no wonder.” The sword light on his body converged, and Zhou Sheng looked at Han Muye. “When did our Sword Sect have a genius like you among the juniors?”
In the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, those who could have the status of four palaces at the same time were absolute elites.
This was especially true for the mysterious God Slaying Hall. Only the top geniuses who were one in a million had the chance to enter.
“Tell me, what are you doing in the Bitter Immortal Realm?” As Zhou Sheng spoke, he stood up and stretched his waist. He muttered, “I’m most afraid of you guys coming. Nothing good will come from your arrival.”
With a wave of his hand, the door of the shop closed. Then, the scene changed, turning into a verdant courtyard.
He walked to the stone table in the small courtyard and sat down. Zhou Sheng took out a small wine gourd, took a sip, and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye’s words made Zhou Sheng, who had just taken a sip of wine, blush and cough.
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