Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

At this moment, Han Muye was surrounded by a dazzling array of treasures, but no one moved to snatch them.

If you want to snatch it, you have to have the ability!

Elite cultivators of the Upper Three Heavens, Bai Yuming and Sun Jiusheng, had both dutifully come to trade their treasures. But yesterday, at this very spot, the two half-Sages fell with a single sword strike.

The ninth on the Heaven Rankings had earned his reputation with his sword.

If you are confident enough to take on the ninth on the Heaven Rankings, then go ahead and try to snatch them.

But currently, no one had the courage to do so.

Within a day, crowds of people swarmed to Han Muye’s location.

Thousands of various treasures floated in the air. Those who needed them approached and exchanged their own treasures for them.

If one treasure wasn’t valuable enough, two could be exchanged for it.

In truth, this method of exchange resulted in many valuable treasures being taken away, leaving behind those of lower value.

But Han Muye didn’t care.

Except for quietly obtaining a few items he needed, he didn’t make any moves.

These cultivators helped themselves to the treasures, taking away those that were useful and leaving those that weren’t.

Many people also began to trade privately.

“He… he’s not dead yet…”

The Daoist who had landed in front of Han Muye in surprise was one of the eight swordsmen who had joined forces with him earlier to break through the seven-story Sword Pavilion.

He thought that Han Muye had been killed by Dark Shadow Divine Venerable, but he did not expect him to be here, conducting business transactions.

“Dead? This is the ninth on the Heaven Rankings, Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic Realm. Do you think anyone within 3,000 miles can kill him?”

A black-robed cultivator in a black robe looked up at the sparkling treasures.

“No, I need to find another treasure to exchange for this Five Elements Green Jade,” said another cultivator.

His words sparked interest in the sword-wielding Daoist.

He also had his eye on some treasures.

Three days later, the location within a radius of ten miles around Han Muye had become a bustling trading center.

The treasures in front of Han Muye had actually decreased significantly.

Seven days later, only a hundred or so treasures were still flying around in front of him.

The market around him had expanded to 30 miles.

However, the real treasures and experts were mostly gone.

The treasures in the Divine Court Treasury had basically all been searched, and many cultivators who obtained precious treasures had quietly fled.

At this time, the Divine Court Treasury cultivators who had not been here previously rushed in to trade various treasures.

Treasures in the treasury of the Divine Court, even if they were scraps, were rare and precious.

Many people also brought their own collections.

As a result, this place, which had been sealed and guarded, had become a specially designated trading place.

Ten days later, Han Muye got up and left. Before leaving, he announced that this opening of the Divine Court Treasury would become a neutral trading place for the Daoist competition in the future.

Anyone who dared to take action here or within a 100,000 miles of the surrounding void would be an enemy of the Heavenly Mystic and himself, Han Muye.

Whether anyone dared to act, Han Muye did not know. When he finished speaking and left, the whole market cheered.

Han Muye, who flew away without looking back, only showed a hint of emotion on his face.

These cultivators, like ants, rejoiced at every little bit of improvement in their cultivation and fought desperately for every treasure.

However, they did not know that if the world collapsed, everyone would die.

Behind them, there were great powers, and a single thought could determine their life and death.

All their cultivation, all their efforts, and their joys and sorrows were meaningless before the great powers.

A surge of fighting spirit rose in Han Muye’s heart.

He would not be an ant.

He flew out of the sealed land without stopping and headed straight for the Heavenly Mystic World.

He moved so fast that in less than a hundred breaths, he was already thousands of miles away.

But suddenly, his sword light came to a halt.

In front of him, a spiritual light had turned into a light curtain.

Not just in front of him, but also behind, to his left and right, the surroundings were all shining with spiritual light.

“Boom!”

The sound of the tremor echoed in the void.

“Xuanji, are you planning to betray me, the Immortal Spirit?” a long shout was mixed with anger.

Dang Wuyou.

The number one person in the Immortal Spirit World and the second strongest on the Heavenly Rankings.

Xuanji, a master in the Immortal Spirit World, ranked second and was also in the realm of a sage, but his cultivation and strength were ranked after the 50th on the Heavenly Rankings.

The Heavenly Rankings considered both strength and actual combat power, and the Buddhist sect behind Xuanji was not strong in terms of actual combat power in the competition for the Dao. Although he had reached the realm of a sage, he did not have the combat power of a sage.

“Dang Wuyou, the Divine Court Treasury is barely worth a sip of soup for us in the Immortal Spirit World.”

“The Immortal Spirit World can only be bleak in your hands.”

Xuanji’s voice was cold.

“Boom!”

Another loud noise echoed in the void.

Han Muye slowly retracted his attention and looked at the light screen in front of him.

This was the array formation technique of top-notch cultivators.

“Does this count as kicking someone to the curb when they’ve outlived their usefulness?” Han Muye said softly.

When Dang Wuyou had the news of the Divine Court’s treasure vault, he was ranked second on the Heavenly Rankings and the master of the Immortal Spirit. No one dared to offend him.

However, as soon as the Divine Court Treasury opened and the treasures were plundered, someone immediately attacked Dang Wuyou.

On the other hand, no one stopped Han Muye from presiding over the exchange of treasures in the sealed area.

But now, he was being intercepted outside the sealed land.

He said this was killing the donkey after it had finished grinding the millstone, but it was more accurate to say that someone had started to have ideas and wanted to seize the dominance of the Immortal Spirit and the Heavenly Mystic.

Previously, regardless of whether it was the Immortal Spirit or the Heavenly Mystic, those outsiders did not care about their struggles.

They were waiting for the treasure vault of the Divine Court to open.