Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 115: Edgeless Heavy Sword, Windfall!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At this moment, in the hall on the second floor, many people were sizing up the wooden platforms. Some people even reached out to pick up the swords and Dharma artifacts.

Those who were qualified to come to the second floor were all people of status. They were not afraid that they would steal.

Of course, the real treasures were placed elsewhere.

Hearing the shopkeeper’s words, Bai Suzhen turned to look at Han Muye.

“Owner Bai, why don’t you go to the secret vault and take a look? Mentor Lin and I will walk around here.”

Han Muye felt that it was better not to get too close to Bai Suzhen.

At this moment, many people were casting their gazes over.

The shopkeeper of the Yuntai Dao Sect had secretly glanced at him several times.

“Alright.” Bai Suzhen nodded and said softly, “If Senior Brother Han likes any treasure, you can make a note of it. I’ll help you get it.”

Although the items placed here were also precious, they were not worth mentioning compared to the value of the pills refined by Han Muye.

On the way just now, Han Muye had already given the top-grade Cloud Qi Pills and a few top-grade Spirit Binding Pills to Bai Suzhen.

With these pills, Bai Suzhen could earn tens of thousands of spiritual rocks.

Han Muye nodded and turned to walk towards the wooden platforms.

“Miss Bai, you have to give me a few top-grade pills today.”

“Miss Bai, the pill in your hand has made our shops fight for it…”

Behind him, the manager of the Cloud Platform Immortal Pavilion slowly walked away.

Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.

It seemed that this Owner Bai had not only earned spiritual rocks with top-grade pills, but also many connections.

But he didn’t care about any of that.

Even if he sold it himself, it wouldn’t be more profitable than handing it over to Bai Suzhen.

He would also be spending more effort and time, and delaying his cultivation as a result.

In front of Han Muye was a three-foot-long wooden staff.

Green spiritual patterns flashed on the wooden staff.

Several cultivators surrounded the wooden staff and commented in low voices.

Han Muye sensed that the spiritual light on the wooden staff wasn’t very strong. Even if it was refined into a magic weapon, it would probably be of the lowest grade, probably comparable to a semi-spiritual weapon.

For Han Muye, he usually wouldn’t study such a sword too much.

Looking around, most of the items on display were such treasures.

Although the treasures were relatively ordinary, the conversation between those cultivators was very interesting.

An old man in a black robe stroked his beard and said in a low voice, “This Pure Dao Wood is very old. If we use it to refine artifacts and use wood-element spells, it can definitely increase our combat strength by a lot.”

“Indeed, as expected of a treasure in the secret vault of the Supreme Spirit Sword Sect. If this year’s Pure Dao Wood was in my family, it would definitely be an inheritance.”

“Shh, everyone, lower your voices. Don’t let others hear you. It won’t be easy to lower the price later.”

The person who spoke clearly glanced at Han Muye and Lin Shen.

Seeing everyone looking at him warily, Han Muye smiled and turned to walk away.

‘Don’t be an eyesore.’

There were dozens of treasures placed on the second floor, and Han Muye had seen 30 to 50 in just a moment.

He felt a little emotional.

If he had not grown an appetite in the Sword Pavilion, he would have taken a fancy to a few treasures.

With two well-refined swords, it could barely be considered a semi-spiritual weapon.

There were also a few Dharma artifacts and a few talismans with good effects.

There were several high-quality pills. The eyes of the people around them were bright and eager.

Standing in front of a wooden platform, Han Muye was silent.

“Brother Han, this is the auction outside the sect.” Lin Shen leaned forward and whispered.

“My Nine Mystical Sword Sect is a major sect in the Western Border. The swords that inner sect disciples accept are considered treasures here.”

Han Muye had also felt Lin Shen’s arrogance from Huang Six.

This was the arrogance of the disciples of the major sects. It was the sect behind them that gave them confidence.

“Young Master, have you taken a fancy to this Edgeless Sword?” A thin 50-year-old man walked over and asked when he saw Han Muye standing in front of the wooden platform for a long time.

On the wooden platform was a heavy sword that was less than three feet long.

“This sword was sent here by an itinerant cultivator for sale. After appraisal, it was found to be mixed with gold plated stones that can increase the weight of the sword.”

The old man looked at Han Muye and said with a smile, “Young Master, although this sword looks ordinary, it weighs 150 kilograms.”

300 pounds?

Han Muye didn’t expect the sword to be so heavy, and couldn’t help but reach out curiously.

“Young Master, be careful…” Before the old man could finish speaking, Han Muye grabbed the hilt of his sword and casually picked it up.

The old man’s eyes flashed, but his expression remained unchanged.

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation at all, which meant that Han Muye had picked up the sword purely with his physical strength.

For a 300-kilogram sword to be able to rest so easily with the hilt in hand, it required at least thousands of kilograms of strength.

This was a good body tempering technique.

The old man glanced at Lin Shen, who was behind Han Muye, and became even more certain of his judgment.

Lin Shen was muscular and carried a large sword on his back. It was obvious that his body tempering technique was not weak.

At this moment, images flashed in Han Muye’s mind.

Strangely, the sword in his mind was not the Edgeless Heavy Sword in front of him, but a clear sword.

The sword was in the hand of an old man in a green robe. He kept waving it, and the sword light was cold.

He comprehended the sword technique Broken Willow.

The Broken Willow Sword Technique was not very powerful. It was only at the level of the Nine Mystical Sword Sect’s Two Mystical Sword Technique.

The itinerant cultivator named Xu Mingfeng had never stepped into the Earth Realm in his life.

In the end, his sword fell to the bottom of the lake while he was exploring the magma lake.

After an unknown period of time, the sword was fished out and polished into a broadsword.

The scene ended, and Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

This sword was not mixed with the Gilded Stone when it was forged. Instead, it landed in a vein of Gilded Stone!

In the magma lake where Xu Mingfeng died, many scattered Kryptonite rolled down. They were obtained by the people of the Great Spirit Sword Sect and they accidentally found this sword.

The Gilded Stone was a rather high-grade spiritual material. One tael was worth dozens of spiritual rocks.

A mineral vein.

Windfall.

“This sword is not bad.”

As Han Muye put the sword back on the wooden shelf, a voice came from behind him.