Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1221 Burial Immortal City

The Six Mystic Heavenly Essence Formation spread throughout the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect’s base within three days.

From the sect elders, hall masters, and elites from all over the world, the Sword Sect disciples who had just entered the sect were all studying this array formation.

Experts above the Golden Immortal realm dismantled array formations and explored the mysteries of this array formation.

The more they analyzed, the more they found it incredible that Yunlan Sword Immortal could share such a powerful and convenient formation.

As for Zhou Sheng and Mu Huan, they were even more vexed.

If they had brought Han Muye to the Xuntian Hall back then, then it would have been the hall that first researched this formation.

“This kid, why doesn’t he differentiate between family and friends…” Zhou Sheng muttered as he held the wine gourd and drank it.

“Buzz!”

The sword formation was formed, and the sword light rushed into the sky.

The power displayed by the six Golden Immortals could be said to be overwhelming.

Looking into the distance, the continuous city walls were filled with sword light.

Which hall wasn’t studying the sword formation now?

It was fine if they were ordinary disciples, but it was fine even if they could not comprehend it for a moment.

However, for those elite disciples who wanted to head to the Burial Immortal City, who was the fastest to form the formation and who was the fastest to become proficient in the formation was related to their reputation and whether they could head to the Burial Immortal City.

More importantly, those experts whose cultivation and combat strength had always been ranked at the front of elite disciples.

What they wanted to compete for was not just the order of formation.

What they wanted to compete for were the five positions to form the array with Yunlan Sword Immortal!

“Good move…”

Outside the clouds, an Immortal Lord mighty figure muttered softly as he watched Li Yungang and the five Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals form a formation.

“It was originally a chaotic selection. He didn’t need to appear himself and directly mobilized everyone’s emotions.”

“Even—”

The white-haired Immortal Lord did not finish his sentence.

In fact, the entire sect was helping to choose.

Which hall’s sword light was more resplendent and which elite’s sword formation was more proficient and coordinated would be observed and sensed by countless people.

In the end, the one chosen would definitely be a true expert.

“Where’s that kid?” An Immortal Lord in a black Daoist robe asked angrily.

“He’s probably in seclusion. Right now, he’s probably the freest person in the Sword Sect.” The old man in front of him chuckled and shook his head with a smile on his face.

Everyone was busy practicing the sword array, but the creator of the sword array, Yunlan Sword Immortal, was idle.

He was not in seclusion. Instead, he quietly shopped everywhere with Zhao Chen.

In a vast square, Zhao Chen looked around timidly.

This was the place where the various resources of the Sword Sect were traded.

Basically, it was the disciples of the sect who bought it.

However, the square had been very empty these few days, leaving only the disciples and deacons in charge of selling.

“Big Brother, everything here is good, but I can’t eat much here.” Looking at the swords, armor, various pills, and combat equipment placed on the stalls, Zhao Chen muttered.

“We’re not buying this place.” Han Muye nodded, letting Zhao Chen heave a sigh of relief.

Behind him, Elder Chu and Song Zhong chuckled.

There were also businesses that his young master didn’t dare to talk about.

“Let’s go over there.” Han Muye pointed at the hall in front of him.

Zhao Chen shrunk his neck and hurriedly grabbed Han Muye’s sleeve. “Brother, that’s the trading ground of the upper echelons of the large sects. With my meager wealth, they won’t even pay attention to me.”

It was the Trading Hall. Not only were there shops of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, but there were also shops of other sects.

This hall was actually a place for the various large sects to communicate. They walked through large transactions and ordinary disciples were not welcomed.

“I’ll be your major shareholder.” Han Muye patted Zhao Chen’s shoulder and said loudly, “No matter how big the business is, we can talk about it.”

With that, he strode forward.

Any kind of business could be negotiated?

Zhao Chen’s body trembled. His eyes widened and he rubbed his hands, his face flushed with excitement.

“Alright, let’s negotiate then.”

He gave a long laugh and hurried after him.

When the two of them arrived outside the resplendent hall, a group of Sword Sect disciples in green robes had already stepped forward.

“Do the two of you have a sect purchase order?” The leading disciple of the Sword Sect looked at Han Muye and frowned slightly.

This person seemed familiar, but the memory was hazy.

Procurement order?

Nothing.

Zhao Chen turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand and a golden scroll appeared in his palm.

What the hell is this?

The disciple looked confused.

“Senior Brother, if you haven’t seen the sect’s purchase order, you can go to the Foreign Affairs Hall to take a look,” said a green-robed disciple carrying a black sword with a smile.

The others also smiled.

What scroll was this? It had nothing to do with the procurement order.

Han Muye couldn’t be bothered with anyone else. He just threw the scroll in his hand into the arms of the leading disciple.

The disciple frowned and opened the scroll.

If not for the fact that Han Muye had some aura and a team of green-armored guards behind him, as if he had an extraordinary status, he would not have looked at this scroll.

After guarding the hall for so many years, how many tokens had he seen?

Opening the scroll, the golden words on it came into view.

“Transfer order!”

“Hiss—

“Yunlan Sword Immortal!”

The disciple trembled all over and closed the scroll. He held it with both hands and respectfully handed it to Han Muye with an excited expression.

“Please, Sword Immortal Yunlan, please take back the transfer order.”

He took a step back and raised his hand. “Sword Immortal, please—”

Han Muye nodded and led Zhao Chen straight into the hall.

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, is that really Yunlan Sword Immortal?”

“Wow, I’m actually seeing the living person…”

Outside the hall, there was an uproar.

The guarding disciples all looked up at Han Muye’s back.

“Stop looking. The Yunlan Sword Immortal is here to purchase supplies for guarding the Burial Immortal City!”