Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1133 Can We Fight Today?

Han Muye didn’t care if Murong Fu would come looking for him.

To him, the Murong family was the Murong family, and the literary minister was the literary minister.

The authoritative figure in the Heavenly Mystic wasn’t the Divine Court Emperor, Murong Zheng.

The one who nurtured him was Minister Wen, not the divine emperor who had controlled the Divine Court for countless years.

As for the Murong family, they did not have much to do with Murong Zheng in the mortal world.

Although the Murong family had fallen because of Murong Zheng,

Han Muye wouldn’t refuse if Murong Fu sought his help for the Murong family.

If Murong Fu didn’t come, Han Muye wouldn’t take the initiative to intervene.

This was opportunity, this was karma.

Once he acted, it would inevitably involve karma.

When Han Muye returned to the City Lord’s Residence, Zuo Baichuan and the others came to greet him.

From Zuo Baichuan, who managed the city’s affairs, to Xie Chaoyan from the Yulu Trading Company, who was responsible for various transactions, from Zhang Zhenbiao, who now commanded 100,000 elite soldiers, to Zhao Chen, who had many connections, Han Muye met them all one by one.

Han Muye also took the time to visit Du Sanzhen and the others, making all the cultivators who came with him to Yunlan City feel extremely honored.

Du Sanzhen and the others lived a very comfortable life in Yunlan City. They could earn enough spiritual rocks for their cultivation by casually completing some tasks.

This was the benefit of being Han Muye’s direct disciples.

Even if they did nothing, many people in the city would send them spiritual rocks.

In fact, once their cultivation and strength reached the level of Heavenly Immortals, their principles for dealing with mundane matters were similar.

Do not disturb mundane affairs.

How to manage Yunlan City and how to earn celestial spirit stones had little to do with Han Muye.

It was Zuo Bai Chou and the others who needed to worry about these matters.

“City Lord, the preparations for constructing the city-defense formation are almost complete,” Zuo Bai Chou reported with a smile, looking at Han Muye.

Yunlan City had never had a decent formation until now.

“Good, when I come out of seclusion, I will go to Dongyuan City to invite Master Zhao Qianzhen to set up the formation,” Han Muye nodded.

Zhao Qianzhen was a powerful expert in formation Dao who had reached the Heavenly Immortal realm in Dongyuan City. His real name was Zhao Pingyu, but everyone referred to him as Zhao Qianzhen.

Zuo Baichou and the others exchanged glances and nodded.

Han Muye personally going to invite him represented great respect.

Building a city-defense formation would consume a considerable amount of resources, so it deserved such respect.

“Big Brother Han, I’ve been in the wasteland for several years, and I’m planning to return to Yunlu City for a visit,” Zhao Chen approached and spoke softly.

When Zhao Chen came to the wasteland, he brought half of the wealth of the Jujin Trading Company.

Now that wealth had increased a hundredfold, he naturally wanted to return in glory.

Moreover, transporting many treasures from the wilderness to the cities under the control of the Sword Sect in Yunlu City would increase their value several times or even dozens of times, allowing him to earn even more.

Now that Yunlan City was stable, it was time to open up trade routes beyond Yunteng Wasteland.

The Jade Deer Trading Company basically dominated the trade routes in Yunlan City in the Wasteland.

Most of the businesses in the city were controlled by the Wanshen Trading Company.

Although Zhao Chen had earned a lot, compared to these two factions, he was just a small fish in a big pond.

As a direct disciple of Han Muye, Zhao Chen was naturally unwilling to remain insignificant.

So, he stayed behind to obtain Han Muye’s authorization to open up trade routes from Yunlan City to beyond Yunteng Wasteland.

“Alright, but be careful,” Han Muye nodded without rejecting his request.

His words brought a smile to Zhao Chen’s face, and he said, grinning, “Rest assured, Big Brother Han, I’m just going there for business.

“I’ll go prepare the supplies now and form a caravan in a few days to return to Yunlu City.”

With joy written all over him, Zhao Chen quickly left.

Watching his figure, Han Muye shook his head with a light smile.

Ever since his cultivation level became higher and higher, he rarely had any emotional fluctuations.

Immortals had severed emotions and desires, and it was no mere rhetoric.

Raising his hand, a golden light enveloped the entire hall.

Then, a short sword appeared in his palm.

This was the compensation he had received from Golden Immortal Ye Ming.

He wanted this sword to see the memories contained within.

Holding the hilt, he infused a hint of sword intent.

Images appeared in his mind.

The sword’s name was ‘Mystic Abyss’. It was one foot three inches long and weighed 15 catties.

The sword body was engraved with 342 immortal patterns. It was made of Pure Origin Iron, with the fusion of 30 precious spiritual materials.

This refinement method was not circulated in the Fuyu Immortal World.

As he watched the process of forging and hammering in the images, a gleam of light flashed in Han Muye’s eyes.

This forging technique seemed to be something only found in the ordinary world.

As expected, this sword came from a mortal world. A peak Human Immortal expert ascended to the Spirit World and stepped into the Immortal World. This sword was his sword.

However, this powerful heavenly immortal fell in the Fuyu Immortal Realm.

The person who killed the ascended immortal named Zhu Yuansheng was not Golden Immortal Ye Ming, but a Daoist in a black robe.

After that, this expert, who was at least at the Heaven Immortal Void Transformation Realm, went around killing many powerful experts.

He had gathered many treasures, including a few that Han Muye had seen in the hands of Golden Immortal Ye Ming.

Then, this formidable individual met Golden Immortal Ye Ming in the Bitter Immortal Realm. They engaged in a great battle, and he perished, with Golden Immortal Ye Ming claiming all of his treasures.

Golden Immortal Ye Ming relied on these treasures to thrive.

After watching the images, Han Muye couldn’t help but sigh.

It wasn’t just about having many treasures; it was about whether they could be utilized effectively.

The most suitable treasures were the ones that mattered; one piece would be enough.

The same applied to techniques. Although the Immortal Ancestor left behind many inheritances—

Inheritance!

Han Muye trembled all over, and an expression of shock appeared in his eyes.

He looked at the small green sword in his hand, and his expression slowly became solemn.

There were no memories of Golden Immortal Ye Ming’s Immortal Ancestor pages in this small sword.

How could such an important treasure not have memories?

The only possibility was that his memories had been tampered with!