Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 304: Refining Sixth-Grade Pills, the Central Continent’s Business (2)

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Even if the price of a good sword doubled, there would still be people fighting for it.

As expected, Liu Hong said that the price of this semi-spiritual weapon was 30,000 spiritual rocks each.

30,000 spiritual rocks.

Han Muye raised his hand and took out another sword.

“What do you think of this sword?” Handing the sword to Liu Hong, Han Muye smiled and said.

Liu Hong took it and looked at it carefully. He looked surprised. “This refinement method is extremely proficient, and the spiritual materials used are sufficient.”

“The quality of this sword is far better than what the Cao family refined.”

“Such a sword is worth 50,000 spiritual rocks each.”

50,000 spiritual rocks for a sword.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, putting away the sword.

He did not tell Liu Hong that when he received this sword, it was worth 5,000 spiritual rocks.

Moreover, compared to the Cao family who could not refine many good swords in a year, there were hundreds or thousands of standard swords produced by the Fire Source Palace in a year.

Fortunately, Han Muye was not prepared to sell this sword in the Western Frontier.

Otherwise, the Cao family’s sword business would probably be squeezed out of business.

Han Muye did not stay in the Sword Pavilion for long. He brought a few bottles of refined immortal-grade pills and walked towards the mountain gate with Jiang Ming.

They were going down the mountain to accept a big business deal worth five million spiritual rocks.

This was the first time they had such a big business deal.

However, Han Muye had another business to do.

He had a furnace of pills to refine for Bai Suzhen.

The sixth-grade Fuyang Pill was a pill that could increase one’s strength after cultivating a Yang-attribute cultivation technique to the Core Formation realm.

There were not many such pills in the entire Western Frontier.

The reason why Han Muye was willing to accept this pill was that they were willing to offer the formula for the Fuyang pill and a sun-attribute treasure as a reward.

Han Muye was cultivating the Nine Suns Technique now, so he was naturally interested in sun-attribute treasures.

He had already refined half of the spiritual herbs that Bai Suzhen sent.

These were enough for Bai Suzhen to sell recently.

Jiang Ming did not leave the mountain gate with Han Muye. Instead, he drove the carriage and quietly left.

He went to the financier who wanted to refine pills first and waited for Han Muye.

When Han Muye arrived at the mountain gate, Bai Suzhen was waiting.

“Senior Brother Han.”

Seeing Han Muye arrive, Bai Suzhen smiled.

Han Muye nodded.

The two of them flew down the mountain. A moment later, there was a figure in front of them.

He stood tall and erect, and his aura was magnificent. He was an Earth Realm expert.

In Han Muye’s opinion, his cultivation was extremely powerful.

It was the person who piloted the flying ship for Bai Suzhen.

He wondered why this Miss Bai was holed up on the Nine Mystic Mountain. Even the person driving the flying ship was an Earth Realm expert. Why did she have to manage the small Suzhen Store herself?

However, Suzhen Store had all kinds of immortal-grade pills refined by Han Muye, so its business was quite impressive. It was comparable to the income of a middle-class sect.

“Greetings, Immortal Han.”

This time, the person driving the flying ship was a white-bearded old man.

The old man glanced at Han Muye and chuckled.

Han Muye nodded and followed Bai Suzhen into the flying ship.

The flying ship turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky.

Han Muye sat in front of Bai Suzhen on the ship.

“Uncle He has made some progress in his cultivation. He went back to seclusion to break through. Seventh Grandpa is here to replace him.

“Seventh Grandpa is also in charge of the Zhenling Treasure Shop.”

Bai Suzhen looked up at Han Muye as she spoke.

Back then, Shopkeeper He followed Huang Six all the way. Although he did not reach the Cloud Nest Ridge in the end, he felt something and after returning, he applied to enter seclusion in the secret place of the Shangyang Demon Sect.

At their cultivation levels, every improvement did not come easy.

Every time they broke through, their combat strength and status in the sect would change greatly.

“Then I have to congratulate you.”

Han Muye nodded, then looked out of the flying ship and said, “If this person is in charge of the Zhenling Treasure Shop. I’m afraid doing business will be very difficult.”

Hearing his words, Bai Suzhen covered her mouth and laughed.

Her seventh grandfather’s cultivation level was naturally high, but how could he compare to Shopkeeper He?

The Zhenling Treasure Shop was about to close.

Han Muye’s eyes lit up, then he turned around.

The old man driving the flying ship had a powerful cultivation.

Such a person was probably not just here to protect Bai Suzhen.

Perhaps there was another motive.

Moreover, this person did not look at him as modestly as Shopkeeper He.

This was a true demonic cultivator.

Han Muye raised his hand and placed a few jade bottles on the small table in front of him.

Bai Suzhen accepted them happily and scanned them with her divine sense. The smile on her face widened.

“Senior Brother Han, you don’t know this but if your pills don’t come soon, I won’t be able to continue my business.”

After putting away the small jade bottles, Bai Suzhen heaved a sigh of relief.

Han Muye understood what she meant.

It was rumored in the cultivation world that Han Muye’s cultivation was crippled.

Outsiders did not know if he still had alchemy skills.

Bai Suzhen relied on the connections built around the pills he refined, so naturally, she was extremely concerned about this matter.

However, Han Muye knew that Bai Suzhen’s business definitely did not deal with just his immortal-grade pills, but many other exclusive things.

Most of the Bai family’s business was controlled by Bai Suzhen.

The flying ship flew wildly and landed on a mountain range in less than two hours.

After getting off the flying ship, he saw a small Daoist temple ahead.

“This Daoist He Yang is the Sect Master of the Shangyuan Daoist Temple.

“His cultivation was stuck at the third level of the Core Formation realm for decades.”

Bai Suzhen whispered as she pointed at the black-robed old man who was slowly walking over.

At this moment, Han Muye was wearing a green robe, and there was no sword qi or spiritual light flashing.

Those who did not know him well would not recognize him.

Daoist He Yang was the same as Guan Chaosheng, who had begged for the Purple Jade Pill back then. He went bankrupt trying to refine an immortal-grade pill because his cultivation had stagnated.