Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Jia Wu was stunned. He looked at Han Muye with a blank expression.

"My name is Han Muye. Zhao Yujing is my Martial Uncle. He obtained an opportunity and returned to the sect. He instructed me to come to the Imperial View Sword Shop."

"Senior Uncle Zhao said that Fifth Uncle Jia is a warm-hearted person. If you don\'t know anything about the business in the sword shop, you can ask him."

Hearing Han Muye say that Zhao Yujing had obtained an opportunity to return to the sect, Jia Wu\'s face revealed joy and envy.

He sized up Han Muye and nodded. "Your sect is still the best, unlike us independent cultivators…"

At this point, he stood up and cupped his hands at Han Muye. "Jia Wu greets Shopkeeper Han. I\'ve been hanging out in the streets of Firefly Island for many years. Shopkeeper Han, if you have anything you don\'t understand, feel free to ask."

Han Muye cupped his hands in return and walked to the closed door of the sword shop. He raised his hand and a golden sword light hit the door.

There was a record of the opening of the door in the jade sword. Even if there was no record, with the sealed inheritance of the Sword Pavilion, it was not a problem for Han Muye.

Seeing that Han Muye had opened the shop, Jia Wu heaved a sigh of relief.

Cultivation techniques could not deceive people. Those who had not been immersed in cultivation could not open the door of the sword shop so easily.

It should be true that Han Muye said that he was a junior of the sect of the owner of the sword shop, Zhao Yujing.

The opening of the sword shop attracted the attention of the surrounding shops.

Jia Wu introduced Han Muye.

Many people were envious of Zhao Yujing\'s opportunity, then greeted Han Muye.

According to the memories in the jade sword, Han Muye only mentioned the identities of the shop owners he was more familiar with.

This way, no one would suspect anything.

The sect behind Zhao Yujing was a big sect of the Sword Dao. When he opened this sword shop here, he had a lot of respect.

From Han Muye\'s bearing, he did not seem to be from a small sect.

In fact, most of the cultivators on the Scattered Stars Island were itinerant cultivators who came here by chance and then relied on the major forces to make a living.

They were naturally afraid and fawned on people from large factions.

Han Muye exchanged pleasantries with everyone and familiarized himself with them before returning to the shop.

The first floor of the sword shop was filled with wooden shelves like the Sword Pavilion.

Zhao Yujing was a trial disciple of the Sword Pavilion. He did not even have the qualifications to control a three-story sword pavilion. This Imperial View Sword Shop was his preparation to accumulate swords.

Unfortunately, he died when he went out to search for opportunities.

Most of the wooden shelves on the first floor were empty. There were one or two swords. Not only were they covered in dust, but they were also low-level swords that could not even be considered spiritual weapons.

The Imperial View Sword Shop originally sold swords. Sometimes, it also helped people evaluate swords.

As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, his understanding of swords was not something outsiders could compare to.

Zhao Yujing had accumulated a lot of connections on Firefly Island to help people judge swordsmanship. That was why he had obtained some information about opportunities.

On the second floor of the small building, there was a quiet room for cultivation and a waiting room for sword evaluation.

However, Zhao Yujing had not returned for 30 years. This small building was covered in dust.

Han Muye patrolled upstairs and downstairs, then began to wash and clean.

The small jade-colored sword was related to the opportunity of the six-story Sword Pavilion.

However, it was not easy for Han Muye to obtain the Sword Pavilion.

At the very least, he had to be Zhao Yujing\'s disciple-nephew first. He had to manage this place and accumulate connections to attract the attention of the cultivators of the Sword Pavilion.

Without the guidance of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, he could not find the six-story Sword Pavilions

Half a day later, Han Muye finally tidied up the quiet room on the second floor of the small building.

When he went downstairs, he saw Cao Daniu lying at the door and looking over.

Seeing Han Muye go downstairs, Zeng Daniu quickly lay on the stone steps and said, "Great Immortal, Zeng Daniu is here. I\'m willing to sacrifice for you."

Hearing his words, Han Muye nodded and said, "How did you explain it at home?"

Han Muye\'s words stunned Zeng Daniu.

He lowered his head and said softly, "I-I told my wife that a Great Immortal took me in as a servant. I\'ll be back in three years.

"Well, if I don\'t return for three years, she\'ll take the child and find another family…"

Zeng Daniu lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"Okay, then you can be a servant in this shop. You\'ll eat and live in the shop. You can go back to visit your family once a month.

"Your salary depends on your performance. If the business in the shop is good, three to five spiritual rocks a month is still fine."

Han Muye looked at the darkening sky outside the door and said calmly.

"Ah?" Zeng Daniu looked up blankly.

He was here to sacrifice his life.

In the water stronghold, there would always be people being sacrificed by cultivators every three to five years.

To the mortals outside the city, this matter had already become a tradition.

When Zeng Daniu told his family that he was a servant and would not be returning for three years, his wife\'s expression had already guessed something.

"You\'re unwilling?" Han Muye frowned. "If you\'re unwilling, leave quickly. You can still leave the city before dark."

Unwilling?

Zeng Daniu was dumbfounded before saying that he was unwilling.

On Firefly Island, anyone who could be a cultivator\'s servant would have a good life.

The island was attacked by wind and waves. Ordinary families would go hungry for half a year.

Zeng Daniu raised his family by himself. The only reason he had any savings was because he had risked his life at sea.

On Firefly Island, the mortals who lived the most comfortably were those who were taken in as servants by cultivators.

"I am willing, I am willing!"

Zeng Daniu hurriedly kowtowed to Han Muye, his forehead hitting the limestone steps with a bang.

"Alright, from now on, you\'ll sleep on the ground floor of the shop. Open the shop early every day and close the door at night. Don\'t neglect it."

Looking back at the dusty shop, Han Muye raised his hand and said, "Clean it yourself. I\'ll find some bedding."

Zeng Daniu quickly said that he did not need bedding. He could fall asleep on a small sampan when he was at sea.

Han Muye couldn\'t be bothered with him. He went out to find a shop that sold household goods. He took a spiritual rock and bought bedding and some furniture.

He even customized some wooden shelves.

​ After 30 years of neglect, many items in the sword shop were rotten.

Not only did he buy all kinds of items with one spiritual rock, but the boss also promised to deliver all kinds of wooden shelves to his door tomorrow. He even helped to trim the magnolia tree in front of the door and repair the doors and windows in the shop.

When Han Muye returned to the shop, he saw that Zeng Daniu had already cleaned the first floor. The counter and wooden shelves had been wiped clean and he was repairing the wooden shelves with a hammer that he had found somewhere.