Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 149 - Xu Haosheng of the Three Lake Pavilion Dies

Chapter 149: Xu Haosheng of the Three Lake Pavilion Dies

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Any questions?
Being stared at by Han Muye, Bai Suzhen felt her heart beat faster for the first time.
This guy’s eyes are so seductive…
No, what this guy said is so tempting!
“No, no, no problem.”
Bai Suzhen blushed and lowered her head to look at the paper in her hand.
“Supreme-grade pills, immortal-grade pills. The price of each of these pills will probably bankrupt an Earth Realm expert…”
Seventh-grade, sixth-grade, and even fifth-grade pills were worth hundreds of thousands or even a million spiritual rocks.
If the price was increased by more than 10 times, it would be unimaginable.
This was a huge business deal that she did not dare to imagine!
In the past, the supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pills and supreme-grade Energy Nurturing Pills that Han Muye refined could at most earn her a little.
What she valued more was Han Muye’s potential.
Indeed, it had only been a short while, but there was really big business coming!
With the pills listed on this scroll, it was not impossible to cause a storm in the cultivation world of the Western Frontier!
“Each of these pills can change the fate of cultivators, so they are naturally expensive.” Han Muye smiled and said softly, “It’s an opportunity to buy them, isn’t it?”
Bai Suzhen nodded with a complicated expression.
Opportunity.
In the past, she was Han Muye’s opportunity.
Now, Han Muye had become her opportunity!
She seemed to be shocked by the disparity. She was still a little confused when Han Muye took away her pill furnace and agreed to collect spiritual herbs to refine pills.
“Jade Bright Bone Pill, a fifth-grade pill. If you can refine supreme-grade or above…”
Looking at Han Muye and Jiang Ming’s backs, Bai Suzhen whispered, her eyes shining.
“Li Mubai, you’ve been stuck at the peak of the second-level Nascent Soul Realm for many years, right?
“When I get the supreme-grade Jade Bright Bone Pill, I’ll see if you’ll come and beg me for this, daughter…”
Turning her head, she glanced at the shop behind her, then said in a low voice, “I’m making a trip down the mountain.”
…
Jiang Ming, who had left Suzhen Store, lowered his head and did not speak. Han Muye turned to look at him and smiled. “Why? Are you still thinking about my deal with Storeowner Bai?”
Jiang Ming looked up at him and said in a low voice, “Young Master, that’s the eldest daughter of the Bai family. It’s rumored that she has the Demon Sect behind her.”
Jiang Ming was a rogue cultivator, so he had heard rumors.
He wasn’t sure about Bai Suzhen’s true identity.
However, itinerant cultivators were a little afraid of the Demon Sect.
Relatively speaking, the reputation of the Dao Sect and sword cultivators was much better.
Han Muye’s cooperation with a Demon Sect disciple made him feel a little uncertain.
Demonic cultivators were unscrupulous and ruthless.
“Jiang Ming, is our cultivation really for the sake of others?” Stopping in his tracks, Han Muye suddenly asked.
Jiang Ming was stunned and shook his head.
None of the cultivators in the world were saints who were devoted to others.
Such a cultivator would not live long.
“Since cultivation is for myself, is there a problem with me exchanging my alchemy skills for benefits?” Han Muye looked at Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming nodded.
No problem.
Were they cultivating alchemy in exchange for the benefits they needed? Or was it really because they liked it?
Jiang Ming was not really focused on alchemy. He had no other desires.
“It’s just…”
Before he could finish, Han Muye had already spoken for him.
“It’s just that cooperating with the people from the Demon Sect will harm the interests of the sect. You’re afraid that the people from the Demon Sect are cold-blooded, right?”
Jiang Ming nodded again.
This was indeed what he was worried about.
Han Muye laughed and slowly walked forward. “I’ve already given up the medical hall’s interests.
“As for working with Storeowner Bai, if I don’t look for her, who will help me find spiritual herbs and sell pills?”
The spiritual herbs needed to refine high-grade medicinal pills were not easy to obtain.
Without a way, he might not even be able to refine a set of pills in 10 years.
Selling pills was the same.
Without any connections, how could he expect to sell these precious pills?
He would be lucky if he didn’t get attacked.
And Bai Suzhen could do all these things that Han Muye couldn’t, and she did them very well.
Han Muye wasn’t afraid that Bai Suzhen wouldn’t be able to find the spiritual herbs because she wanted to sell the pills.
He was not afraid that Bai Suzhen would sell the pills to the enemies of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect because she was smart and would not do so.
She also wanted to do long-term business.
As for the sect’s benefits, Han Muye had long promised Sect Master Jin Ze that half of the pills refined would be sold to the sect.
Paying attention to public and private matters was the way to go.
After hearing Han Muye’s words, Jiang Ming nodded and smiled wryly.
Perhaps this was the difference between itinerant cultivators and the elites of the sect?
The setup was completely different.
As an itinerant cultivator, Jiang Ming was very touched by Han Muye’s words.
As an itinerant cultivator, he planned to use one and two spiritual rocks every day, but an elite from a large sect like Han Muye did not care about spiritual rocks at all.
All wealth was for the sake of cultivation!
This was the way of cultivation!
On the other hand, would a major sect like the Nine Mystic Sword Sect need its disciples to offer up their benefits and opportunities?
If that was the case, the sect would become an existence that sucked blood from its disciples.
What cohesion did such a sect have?
The larger the sect, the less they would pressure their disciples.
Every sword in the Sword Pavilion was of extraordinary value. Didn’t those disciples only need to be qualified to receive them?
When it came to the Sword Pavilion, there were not many sects in the Western Frontier that could compare to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
“The large sects lack experts.
“As long as his disciples are capable, talented, and lucky, the sect will give them enough resources to help them grow.
“The sects and disciples complement each other.”
Han Muye sounded a little emotional.
The rise of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect could be seen as the process of countless grassroots cultivators becoming stronger.
Only such a sect would have cohesion.
It was also because of this that such a sect could prosper rapidly in the past thousand years. Under the suppression of the various large sects, it went against the trend and became a large sect in the Western Frontier.
Han Muye’s interests were also tied to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
The more prosperous the Sword Sect was, the more resources he could obtain and a more stable cultivation space.
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
On the Nine Mystic Mountain, a deep bronze bell sounded.
The sound was low and solemn. An Earth Realm expert had died.
Han Muye’s body trembled, and he quickly ran.
When he and Jiang Ming returned to the Sword Pavilion, a group of black-robed Sword Battle Hall disciples were already standing in front of the stone steps.
Huang Six stood solemnly on the stone steps.
When he saw Han Muye coming, he took a step back and gave up the position of his sword.
“He was ambushed while fighting for mineral resources with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect. Elder Xu Haosheng of the Three Lake Pavilion died.”
Huang Six lowered his voice and spoke softly.
The dispute between the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect was mostly related to various mineral resources.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect fought everywhere under the rule of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect and the former Great Spiritual Sword Sect, mainly to plunder resources.
Raw plunder.
This was the true face of the sects in the cultivation world.
If not for these, was it really just for face and ranking?
Han Muye turned around and looked at the black-robed disciple who had given him their swords.
They were all experts from the Sword Battle Hall. The few people behind were disciples of the Three Lake Pavilion.
Han Muye’s gaze swept over. A black-robed disciple standing at the back had a trace of shock on his face.
Yang Shao.
The last disciple of the Three Lake Pavilion’s elder, Xu Haosheng.
Back then, Han Muye had helped Yang Shao demonstrate the Blue Jade Sword Technique, allowing him to master the first two levels of the Blue Wave Sword Technique. Xu Haosheng had taken him in as his last disciple.
Some time ago, at the Demonstration Building, Yang Shao had asked Han Muye to perform the third level of the Blue Wave Sword Technique.
However, Han Muye said that Yang Shao’s cultivation was insufficient and rejected him.
“Elder Xu Haosheng of the Three Lake Pavilion killed the enemy bravely and died from exhaustion. The disciples of the Sword Battle Hall brought back his sword and sent it to the Sword Pavilion.”
The middle-aged man with the long sword had a solemn expression. He took a step forward and held the sword with both hands.
Han Muye nodded and reached for the sword.
“Wait a minute.”
At this moment, a voice sounded from the group that was delivering the sword.
A young man in a black robe bowed to Han Muye and said, “Senior Brother, according to the sect’s rules, the Sword Pavilion can temporarily keep the sword if you have a request, right?”
Han Muye nodded. “That’s right.”
Although the sect had fallen and all the swords that could be brought back would be brought back to the Sword Pavilion, those experts had family members and disciples. If these people requested for the swords, they could also take them back.
Just like when Luo Yisheng brought back his son’s belongings.
However, not everyone could obtain this request.
“Su Chengyun, what qualifications do you have to accept Master’s sword?”
Someone in the team shouted.
“That’s right. Accepting Master Shen’s sword is not just based on cultivation techniques. It’s also based on relationships.”
Someone spoke loudly.
Of course, there were rules for accepting a sword.
It was about family and friends first, then about strength.
Could it be that this sword was not handed over to his direct relatives but to outsiders?
Han Muye reached for the sword, then gently gripped the hilt and unsheathed it.
A chill instantly filled the air.
A spiritual weapon.
No wonder these disciples wanted to compete.
It was relatively easy to obtain a sword. To obtain a spiritual weapon with one’s own cultivation and merit, one had to at least reach the Earth Realm to awaken the gods.
“Today, I will accept the sword of Elder Xu Haosheng of the Three Lake Pavilion into the Sword Pavilion. Within three years, the disciples of the sect can receive this sword with the sect’s letter.”
With that, he held his sword in both hands and turned to enter the Sword Pavilion.
Huang Six took his place and began to collect the other swords.
A spiritual weapon longsword naturally had to be sent to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.
Holding the sword with both hands, Han Muye slowly climbed the stairs, his palm on the hilt of the sword.
Sword energy poured in, and the sword vibrated.
In the sword, there was a fragmented sword intent circulating. Unfortunately, it had yet to take shape.
Images appeared in Han Muye’s mind.
The green-robed Daoist was elegant and easygoing.
Elder Xu Haosheng of the Three Lake Pavilion was an expert in the water lineage. He was at the first level of the Spirit Awakening Realm. His swordsmanship was good at the Blue Wave, the Chasing Wave, and the Cloud River.
Nearly 300 years of life condensed into images of cultivation, sword practice, and missions.
The scene kept circulating. The life of a sect cultivator seemed to be condensed on this sword.
Life and death were closely related to the sect.
Han Muye had seen this scene too many times.
A dull life was not necessarily a happy thing.
Which mortal in the world could live for 300 years?
Which mortal could fly and travel freely for 300 years?
Apart from cultivation and longevity, there was more excitement.
The sword vibrated, and Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
In his mind, a young man in a green robe stood outside a big city with a sword in his hand.
“After a hundred years, I still haven’t been able to sever my feelings…
“Xu family, are you still there?”