Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 85: 10,000 spiritual rocks for each shortcoming

If Han Muye had not spoken, Huang Six would have almost failed miserably.

After checking these swords, not only was his soul severely injured, but if he really took back the swords that Han Muye had returned, the Sword Pavilion would also lose all their face.

However, just as Han Muye had said, how could a few useless swords become so powerful suddenly?

The key thing was that when his soul entered the sword, it did not stop him at all. It was indeed a rare sword.

‘Did they refine it again?’

‘It can’t be.’

If the Cao family had refined it again, there was no need for the head of the Cao family to send it over personally.

They had sent their swords here that day to embarrass the Sword Pavilion!

In front of the Sword Pavilion, everyone looked at Han Muye, who slowly let go of the hilt.

“Hehe, it’s still that useless sword…”

“A useless sword is a useless sword. Even if you played some tricks, it’s useless.”

With his hands behind his back, Han Muye’s expression was cold.

“If Patriarch Cao only wants to send such a useless sword to the Sword Pavilion, then your Cao family really doesn’t have to come again.”

His words made the expressions of everyone in the Cao Family change.

Cao Anchun’s expression darkened. The girl beside him looked curious, while the young man was extremely angry.

“What right do you have to say that the sword is useless just because you say so? I spent two months refining this sword, and the Patriarch personally refined it. How can it be useless—”

Before the young man could finish, Cao Anchun raised his hand to stop him.

“Little friend, tell me, how is this sword useless?” Cao Anchun looked at Han Muye and asked softly.

Han Muye laughed and shook his head. “Patriarch Cao, although the six swords were refined by different people last time, the mistakes are similar.”

“After that, I investigated the various swords your Cao family gave me in the past. Many of them have the same problem.”

“If you could have discovered and resolved these problems, you wouldn’t have come today, right?”

Without waiting for Cao Anchun to speak, Han Muye had already pointed at the swords. “You guys fused sword Qi into the swords to temporarily make up for the hidden dangers. Aren’t you embarrassed to use such a method?”

‘I see!’

Huang Six’s expression darkened.

No wonder he could not tell the flaws in the sword. It turned out that the Cao family’s head had done something to temporarily fill in the flaws in the sword with sword Qi.

“Senior Brother, since you’ve said so, please point out the shortcomings of these swords,” the girl beside Cao Anchun said in a low voice, looking at Han Muye.

Hearing her words, Han Muye revealed a faint smile. “Only empty promises. Do you think I, Han Muye, will help you point out the shortcoming of your Cao family’s weapon refinement?”

The shortcoming of Cao family’s weapon refinement!

Empty promises.

The girl’s eyes widened and she bit her lip without saying anything.

Cao Pei’s body trembled and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Han Muye.

The angry young man’s expression kept changing. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as he glared at Han Muye.

Cao Anchun stared at Han Muye. After a long time, he sighed and said, “Little friend, what do I have to do for you to tell me?”

Han Muye placed his hands behind his back and looked at the sword-wielding disciples behind Cao Anchun.

“10,000 spiritual rocks for each shortcoming.”

10,000 spiritual rocks?

Lu Gao, who had been standing at the back, felt that Senior Brother Han was really kind with his pricing this time.

Last time, he had directly asked for 100,000 spiritual rocks from the man from Lingjue Sect.

“Alright, 10,000 spiritual rocks it is.” Cao Anchun nodded. With a wave of his hand, a high-grade spiritual rock appeared in his palm, and there was a glow.

Han Muye turned to Lu Gao.

Lu Gao’s body shook as he strode forward and reached out to take the spiritual rock from Cao Anchun’s hand.

A high-grade spiritual rock.

He had finally touched this thing in his life!

Seeing Lu Gao take the spiritual rocks, Han Muye pointed at the green sword in front of him and said, “This sword is called Qingyu. It’s three feet long and weighs 5.5 kilograms.”

“This sword is made of green wood and rich iron mixed with Mystic Jade Steel. It has been refined thousands of times and is engraved with green sword spiritual patterns.”

With every word Han Muye said, the young man’s expression became more solemn.

Cao Anchun and the girl beside him nodded slightly.

“I’m guessing that your Cao family should have a mine of the Mystic Jade Steel, right?” Han Muye asked with a smile.

“What… what does this have to do with the shortcomings of this sword?” The young man’s expression changed as he said softly.

Han Muye shook his head and said, “It’s okay, I’m just exclaiming. Your family is really rich.”

Before the young man could say anything in anger, Han Muye had already spoken again, “Besides this sword, it seems that there’s no problem with the refinement method of other swords, be it the ratio or the choice of spiritual materials.”

“But the shortcoming is that there’s no problem.”

At this point, his eyes shone brightly.

“3.5 taels of silver mixed in the teak sword and Mystic Jade Steel.”

“There is also 3.5 taels of Mystic Jade Steel in the Red Maple Sword.”

“The weight of the Mystic Jade Steel is exactly the same in the swords Deep Ink and Broken Jade.”

“The forging methods of your Cao family are really brilliant.”

At the bottom of the stone steps, the expressions of the Cao family changed.

Han Muye seemed to be praising them, but they didn’t feel good at all.

A look of confusion flashed across the young man’s face.

Wasn’t it good to be accurate in the ratio of materials?

“I understand what you’re saying.” Cao Anchun nodded and said softly, “I thought that the family inheritance was exquisite, but I didn’t expect it to restrict the descendants.”

“Refining weapons is like refining pills. The more broken it is, the less useless. When I return to the family, I will definitely let the disciples of the family train their judgement. They will never have to follow the book and memorize it rigidly.”

After Cao Anchun finished speaking, he took a deep breath and looked at Han Muye. “Little friend, is there anything else?”

Han Muye chuckled. “Of course.”

Cao Anchun’s eyes flickered as he took out two high-grade spiritual rocks.

Han Muye waved his hand, and Lu Gao stepped forward to take it.

“The Cao family likes to use cold water when refining weapons. This is why the three Yang-attribute sword Qi became useless.”

“With the Nine Mystic Sword Sect behind you, your Cao family doesn’t lack spiritual materials. There are a few swords that are purely stacked with spiritual materials, but you don’t know that it’s counterproductive.”

“The Cao family’s weapon refinement technique has too mundane sword runes. It can’t satisfy the needs of different cultivators.”

…

As Han Muye spoke, Cao Anchun took out a high-grade spiritual stone.

Lu Gao kept everything.

After a moment, Lu Gao could no longer hold the spiritual rocks in his hand.

“Impossible. Our Cao family’s refining skills have been passed down for thousands of years. We are a famous refining family. How can our refining skills be so bad…”

“No, isn’t it better to add more spiritual materials…”

The young man from the Cao family was already at a loss. He stood there and muttered to himself.

The girl beside him had eyes shining brightly as she looked at Han Muye and listened attentively.

“Lastly, the most fatal shortcoming of your Cao family’s weapon refinement.”

Han Muye pointed at the red-dressed girl. “If it weren’t because your Ice Break was unable to continue after 35,300 times of forging, the sword would have become a spiritual weapon.”

“Yes, Senior Brother is right. I-I was exhausted…” The girl’s face turned red as she said softly.

“Your Cao family’s body-tempering technique is not strong enough. After forging 30,000 times, there will be a halt,” Han Muye said softly.

Then he said nothing more.

At the bottom of the stone steps, the Cao family remained silent.

What Han Muye said was really a shortcoming they had but had never considered.

“Little friend, how can we remove this fatal flaw?” Cao Anchun looked up at Han Muye and took a deep breath. “Little friend, name a price.”

Lu Gao looked around and quietly moved to Huang Six’s side. He put the high-grade spiritual rock from his hand into Huang Six’s pocket.

The other party had already asked Senior Brother Han to name the price.

Naturally, he had to make a huge profit.

“I want that sword you brought.”

Han Muye pointed at the wooden box held by the young man standing at the back of the Cao family disciples.

“Impossible, that’s a spiritual weapon—” Cao Anchun’s expression changed. Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened.

In front of him, the shadows of iron bulls appeared behind Han Muye.

One bull.

Two bulls.

Three bulls.

Nine bulls!

Power of Nine Bulls!

“Okay.”

“I’ll exchange.”

Cao Anchun stared at the nine bull phantoms and said in a low voice.