Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1063 Black Gold Mine, Wasteland Bandits (2)

The remaining 10 carts of ore had to be handed over to the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, accounting for 90 percent.

The profits from one cart were used to appease various parties, and Zhang Yun and his disciples received a share.

Han Muye sold four carts to Zhao Chen, just like Wang Jintai, in exchange for eight million spiritual rocks. He kept one cart for himself and took it to Sanhuo City.

One cart of ore was worth two million spiritual rocks.

Once transported to Sanhuo City, the profit could increase by 30 percent.

Han Muye wasn’t particularly concerned about that 30 percent profit; he was more interested in the refining techniques of Sanhuo City.

Eight million spiritual rocks was already a huge sum that ordinary Heaven Realm cultivators couldn’t afford.

Han Muye had the background of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, which was why Wang Jintai agreed to split the ores with him.

If it were an ordinary cultivator from an external sect, it would be considered good if they could offer a few hundred thousand spiritual rocks.

The Immortal World was controlled by a large sect. Not everyone could mine resources just because they wanted to.

As the caravan continued, they encountered some demonic beasts and itinerant cultivators along the way.

The guards of the caravan wouldn’t take action unless the demonic beasts attacked.

As for the itinerant cultivators, some would follow behind the caravan and travel together, while others would quietly depart.

“The dangers in the wasteland are not just these demonic beasts; there are also people.” Zhao Chen spoke in a deep voice while riding on a black Flame Horse and watching three cultivators fleeing in the distance.

“The three Lu brothers are Heaven Realm cultivators at the second stage of the Nascent Soul. They don’t have a good reputation on the wasteland trade route.” Behind Zhao Chen, a middle-aged man wearing half armor revealed a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

Life was not easy for low-level cultivators.

They struggled with various tasks every day, and a slight misstep could lead to their demise.

Han Muye looked ahead, a faint smile appearing on his face.

“Boom!”

Those three brothers were fast in their retreat as well.

A team of black riders surged like a tidal wave, chasing after the three figures.

At the front of the caravan, two middle-aged guards wearing half armor exchanged glances and galloped forward. “This is the Jujin Trading Caravan, halt right there—”

A golden flag was unfurled, bearing the words ‘Jujin’ in bold letters.

The golden letters emitted a faint immortal glow.

This flag was also a precious treasure.

Streams of flowing light shimmered, protecting the rear of the convoy.

A soothing power enveloped the bodies of the fiery horses pulling the large carts, calming their restlessness.

“It’s the Wasteland Bandits.” The white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen squinted his eyes.

There were always people doing unscrupulous business in the wasteland.

The Wasteland Bandits were one of them.

“We’ve only traveled 20,000 miles from Qingyun Town, and we already encountered such bandits?” Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke softly.

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Chen shook his head helplessly. “Big Brother Han, the major sects won’t pay attention to these matters.”

As long as they didn’t harm the interests of the major sects, whether it was the demonic beasts or the bandits, they were merely whetstones for cultivation.

Han Muye, as someone in a position of power, had already seen through this.

When he left the Source Heaven Star Domain, didn’t he also arrange for the invasion of the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan as a trial for the cultivation world?

The Jujin flag unfurled, causing the fleeing Lu brothers to hesitate for a moment.

But the violent aura from behind crashed into them, and the three of them exchanged glances as a hint of killing intent flickered on their bodies.

If they didn’t charge forward, they would be crushed by the force of the massive army of the Wasteland Bandits gathering behind them.

“Move aside!”

The leader of the Lu brothers shouted angrily as a surge of immortal energy erupted from his body. His Nascent Soul appeared, and he held a long black spear in his hand, charging directly towards the Jujin flag ahead.

The white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen’s eyes flashed with brilliance.

Zhao Chen had a relaxed expression on his face as he lightly tapped his fingers on the saddle.

“Boom!”

The long spear collided with a faint light screen, and the Jujin flag rolled up, enveloping the spear.

The Lu brother holding the spear had a drastic change in his expression. He tried to let go, but he found that he couldn’t release his grip at all.

“Attack!” he shouted, and several talismans flew out from his body, exploding towards the front.

The other two Lu brothers also made their moves simultaneously, striking with a long knife and a folding fan.

However, three guards from the convoy rushed out in front of them, forming a defensive formation.

“Bang!”

The talismans around the leader of the Lu brothers exploded, but they couldn’t harm the Jujin flag. The long spear had already been wrapped by the flag, and its glow was shaking, on the verge of breaking.

The leader of the Lu brothers turned pale, but he couldn’t release his hands. The flag rapidly drained his blood and immortal energy.

“Roar…”

A black-armored warrior on a warhorse charged closer, and a massive army stood tall, stopping a thousand feet away.

“Jujin Trading Caravan?

“Haha, same old rules. Leave behind 30 percent of your goods, and the caravan can pass.”

A muscular middle-aged man dressed in black armor, holding a large sword, laughed loudly. His gaze swept across the convoy and then focused on the flag entangling the Lu brothers’ spear.

Behind him, figures began to gather.

Thirty percent, the same old rules.

In the business world, harmony brought wealth.

Handing over 30 percent of their earnings meant there was basically no profit left, but it was still better than losing their lives.

Several guards standing by Zhao Chen’s side turned their heads slightly, their aura becoming solemn as they looked at Zhao Chen.

If it weren’t for the young master leading the way, the caravan might have engaged in some negotiation and ended up giving away around 20 percent of their goods before passing through.

But today, with the young master leading the way, they didn’t know if they would have to give up even more.

“Thirty percent is too much. How about one million spiritual rocks?” Zhao Chen raised his head and said calmly, “Since we’re talking about rules, let’s stick to the rules.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and made a gesture.

“Bang!”

The Jujin flag directly shredded the Lu leader’s spear, then rolled up and completely enveloped his body.

The Lu leader was also in the Nascent Soul stage, but being wrapped up by the flag, he couldn’t even escape with his Nascent Soul. His body turned into a pile of bones.

This change happened in an instant. The other two Lu brothers’ faces turned pale, and as they turned to flee, two golden arrows from the convoy shot out, pinning them down.

The white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen slowly put away his longbow with a cold expression.

One bow and two arrows killed two Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

The Lu brothers, who roamed the trading route, Nascent Soul stage cultivators, had their lives ended in an instant.

After killing the three, the white-bearded old man drew his longbow again.

The Wasteland Bandits, who were 10,000 feet away, were in a panic. The leader, a burly man in black armor, had a serious expression. He raised the big sword in his hand, and the green-black immortal qi on his body condensed into the appearance of a 100-foot black bear.

Beside him, several Heaven Realm Wasteland Bandits also connected their qi and blood with the immortal light.

The white-bearded old man’s longbow gave them a lot of pressure.

“Bang!”

The longbow shot out a golden arrow and stuck it 5,000 feet away.

The arrow sank three feet into the ground, leaving five feet vibrating.

“According to my rule, to claim these one million spiritual rocks, you need to make it to me alive,” Zhao Chen raised his hand and threw a storage bag onto the ground in front of the Flame Horse.

Provocation!

This was a provocation to the Wasteland Bandits!

With just a few words from Zhao Chen, the initial panic of the Wasteland Bandits turned into anger.

The swordsman in front slowly raised his large sword, pointing it at Zhao Chen.

“So, you’re the young master of Jujin Trading Caravan.

“That’s more than 30 percent now.”

A look of arrogance appeared on his face as he raised his hand lightly. His dark warhorse took confident strides forward.

“If I catch you, I’ll demand 30 million from Jujin Trading Caravan to redeem my life!”

“Boom!”

The black warhorses converged, with the black-armored man as the tip of the arrow, forming a triangular cone shape, instantly charging out 1,000 feet.

More than 10 guards behind Zhao Chen dashed out, forming a formation of three by three, standing ready in a strict formation.

The white-bearded old man’s large bow transformed into a semi-circle, with one golden arrow shining with dazzling spiritual light.

The cultivators recruited from Qingyun Town all maintained their positions, holding their weapons defensively.

Du Sanzhen and the others had already surrounded the heavily guarded caravan, their gaze fixed on the front.

They saw Han Muye sitting upright, seemingly unconcerned about the approaching horde of black-armored bandits.

Zhao Chen turned his head slightly to glance at Han Muye.

In the past, he would follow this rule when encountering bandits, but he wouldn’t directly provoke them like today.

He was really offering one million spiritual rocks.

This time, he needed to demonstrate his own strength.

Whether it was trade or cooperation, equal strength was required.

Han Muye had already displayed his strength in crossing the tribulation at the Yunqi Swamp. Now, Zhao Chen needed to show Han Muye that Jujin Trading Caravan and Zhao Chen himself were qualified to call him “Brother Han.”

“Bang!”

The white-bearded old man shot the long arrow.

In front, the Jujin flag dissipated in an instant, turning into golden light that attached to the shot arrow, piercing through the void and aiming at the charging black-armored warhorse at the forefront.

“Good archery.”

Han Muye spoke calmly.

Zhao Chen chuckled.

“Boom!”

The arrow flew over 5,000 feet and collided with the arrow formed by the black-armored warhorse.

A golden light pierced through the battle formation.