Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1075 Ten Thousand Swords Against Ten Thousand Arrows

Zhang Zhenbiao blinked slightly, quickly sat up straight, and nodded, “Please, Brother Han, go ahead.”

Han Muye had formidable cultivation and battle prowess. He had previously saved Zhang Zhenbiao’s life, so as long as the request wasn’t excessive, Zhang Zhenbiao would agree to it.

As a swordsman, he naturally had his own principles of gratitude and grudges.

As a guardian of a region, he also had sufficient power.

Han Muye spoke softly, “I hope Brother Zhang won’t spread information about my identity, about me.”

Zhang Zhenbiao was taken aback for a moment.

Han Muye smiled, “It wouldn’t be good for your reputation, Brother Zhang, if news were to spread about an aspiring cultivator who hasn’t become an official disciple yet, trying to turn the tide.”

Those words made Zhang Zhenbiao blush.

But he knew that Han Muye was telling the truth.

He was a guardian of a region, yet he almost destroyed Sanhuo City. He needed someone who wasn’t an official disciple to come to his rescue.

“If you don’t mention it, Brother Han…” He was about to continue speaking, but Han Muye waved his hand, “Just say it was a fellow disciple who made a move, and that it was your good friend. There’s no need to let other details spread.”

It was much better to say that a fellow disciple and good friend had made a move than to reveal that Han Muye didn’t have the official disciple status.

Moreover, it would highlight Zhang Zhenbiao’s extensive connections and strong background.

Han Muye’s request was completely considerate of him!

Zhang Zhenbiao looked at Han Muye, concealing his inner joy, and whispered, “Brother Han, is this not too unfair for you?”

After Han Muye made his move that day and left without leaving his name, Zhang Zhenbiao also didn’t publicize his identity too much.

He just didn’t want his own reputation to be tarnished.

“It doesn’t matter. In the hidden depths of the sword, there will eventually come a time to shine upon the world.” Han Muye spoke calmly, his eyes filled with endless depth.

In the hidden depths of the sword, there would eventually come a time to shine upon the world!

This was the true nature of a swordsman!

If such confident words were spoken by an outsider, it would be seen as arrogance.

But when Han Muye said these words, it seemed completely natural.

Having the ability to slay the leader of the Ascendant Tiger Guards with a single sword, he had the capital to say such things.

Thinking of the Ascendant Tiger Guards, Zhang Zhenbiao’s heart stirred slightly.

Did Han Muye not want the news of killing the Ascendant Tiger Guards to spread and attract the pursuit of the Bitter Immortal Realm?

Also, the Nirvana Pearl was naturally taken by Han Muye.

Perhaps he did not want outsiders to know about this pearl?

When Han Muye walked out from Zhang Zhenbiao’s place, Zhao Chen and Zuo Baichou came to visit.

The three of them sat together on the rooftop of a small building.

“Brother Han, one more day and the teleportation array will be repaired. We can leave Sanhuo City and head directly to Yunlu City,” Zhao Chen looked at Han Muye and spoke.

He added with some regret, “It’s a pity that the underground fire in Sanhuo City has been depleted to such an extent. It’s impossible to restore it to its former prosperity.

“And it’s impossible to produce the smelted Black Gold ores for now.”

Be it the immortal world or the mortal cultivation world, it was the same.

Between prosperity and decline, there was only a thin line.

Who could guarantee eternal prosperity?

“This is the Black Gold ore that was smelted in advance. Big Brother Han, this portion is for you,” Zhao Chen raised his hand and took out a watermelon-sized lump of ore, placing it on the table.

Such a large cart of ore, and only this much was smelted.

Han Muye didn’t hesitate either.

He wouldn’t return to Sanhuo City for this bit of Black Gold ore. Instead, the Jujin Trading Company had a base here, and he could get it anytime.

“Brother Han, I don’t have any immediate tasks, and I also want to visit Yunlu City,” Zuo Baichou looked at Han Muye and spoke softly, “I wonder if I could accompany you?”

Although the chaos in Sanhuo City this time had little to do with the Wanshen Trading Company, there were still some implications.

The Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow that attracted the power of the Nine-Death Insects and the Divine Bird was brought by him.

The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect would investigate this matter, and it would inevitably lead to the Wanshen Trading Company.

On this trip, Zuo Baichou also had to find a way to seek help from a powerful member of the Sword Sect who was familiar with the trading company to clear the company’s name.

Of course, wanting to travel with Han Muye, he also had his own personal motives.

The strength displayed by Han Muye’s sword had also caught his interest.

Befriending such powerful individuals might become a pillar of support for Zuo Baichou in the future.

“Traveling together is certainly not a problem,” Han Muye said with a smile.

For Han Muye, trading companies like the Wanshen Trading Company also held some significance.

Zuo Baichou thanked him again with a cupped hand gesture and then brought out some spirit fruits and immortal wine.

These valuable treasures were hard to come by for outsiders, but the three of them casually tasted them while discussing the anecdotes of the immortal realm in hushed voices.

Han Muye had gained many memories from the sword hidden in Zhang Zhenbiao’s sword tower.

Listening to the stories told by the other two, he could still participate in the conversation.

Although the Jujin Trading Company behind Zhao Chen only traveled within a radius of millions of miles, he had traveled around extensively since he was young and had extraordinary experiences.

Zuo Baichou had even broader knowledge. He had set foot in almost every region of the three provinces, and he could talk about the various forces and experts in each place.

Which powerful individuals in the Bitter Immortal Realm should be avoided, who were the true experts under the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s control, and the deeds of those famous elites—they could discuss all of that.

“Have you been to the Blood Battle Sect’s territory?” When Zuo Baichou mentioned how difficult it was to do business with the Blood Battle Sect, Han Muye’s expression changed, and he asked.

Zuo Baichou nodded, “The Blood Battle Sect mostly consists of battle maniacs who don’t reason well.”

Lowering his voice, he whispered, “In recent years, the Blood Battle Sect has taken control of the Ascension Platform and the Spirit Transformation Pool, and there have been fewer pseudo-immortals causing trouble in the Fuyu Immortal Realm.”

Coming to the immortal realm and gaining many memories from the swords, Han Muye truly understood the functions of the Spirit Transformation Pool and the Ascension Platform.

The spread of immortal realm legacies required more realms.

Many disciples would go to the mortal cultivation world to gain experience.

Various resources would also be gathered from the mortal world.

Controlling the Ascension Platform meant controlling a massive amount of resources.