Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 232 - Noble Sword, Great Spirit (2)

Chapter 232: n.o.ble Sword, Great Spirit (2)

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He wanted to represent the Bright Mountain Sword Sect.

The current sect master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect was Yang Dingshan’s eldest disciple, Zhao Yankun.

The Bright Mountain Sword Sect did not say that Yang Mingxuan was not a member of the sect, but even after such a long time, no one had sent anyone to invite Yang Mingxuan to take over the position.

Obviously, no one in the Mingshan Sword Sect cared about Yang Mingxuan.

However, Yang Mingxuan still remembered Yang Dingshan’s words.

If he had the ability, he would go and s.n.a.t.c.h the Bright Mountain Sword Sect back.

To Yang Dingshan, the position of the Nine Sects of the Western Frontier was his lifelong goal.

Unfortunately, he did not die in the end.

“Help the Bright Mountain Sword Sect become one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier?” Han Muye looked at Yang Mingxuan.

The current Yang Mingxuan had already cultivated the Sword Nurturing Technique and the Military Sword Technique.

He would nurture the sword bones and then fuse them with the sword.

With Yang Mingxuan’s current combat strength, he could still deal with ordinary third or fourth level Foundation Establishment cultivators.

This kind of strength was not weak among his peers.

However, it was impossible for him to partic.i.p.ate in the compet.i.tion between the nine sects with such strength.

“Let me think if there’s a way.” Han Muye nodded.

Back then, Yang Dingshan died a heroic death on Cloud Nest Ridge.

He said, ‘Do you really think there’s no one left in the Western Frontier?’ and sacrificed himself.

Now that Yang Mingxuan wanted to help the Bright Mountain Sword Sect win the position of the nine sects, Han Muye was willing to help him.

“Thank you, Senior Brother Han.” Yang Mingxuan bowed to Han Muye, then turned around and went to wipe a sword.

Liu Hong sighed and looked at Han Muye. “Senior Brother Han, are you free? Let’s go take a look at the sword at the foot of the mountain.”

It was the sword that he felt was a little strange.

Han Muye nodded and followed him out of the pavilion.

Lu Gao wanted to follow, but Han Muye stopped him.

The market wasn’t far. It was only 1,000 miles away and belonged to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

It was safe.

Han Muye knew that once the rules of the nine sects were out, many sects in the Western Frontier wanted him dead.

He wasn’t prepared to run around recently.

However, there was no problem under the rule of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

His own combat strength was not afraid of cultivators below the half-step Heaven Realm.

He rode in the flying s.h.i.+p with Liu Hong and glided down the mountain.

It didn’t take long to get there.

“Old Mountain Town. This place is considered the smallest black market under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.” Putting away the flying s.h.i.+p, Liu Hong, who had changed his clothes, introduced as he walked.

In the black market, nothing must be exposed.

In such a place, outsiders would not be willing to interact with cultivators dressed in the disciple robes of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

At this moment, Han Muye and Liu Hong had not only changed their clothes, but also put on masks.

Anyway, along the way, they met many people who dressed in similar black robes and wore masks.

From the city gate to the town, there were groups of cultivators setting up various stalls.

Selling pills, spiritual materials, various jade slips, weapons, and artifacts.

However, in Han Muye’s opinion, these things were all ordinary.

He had already set his sights high in the Sword Pavilion.

If it was not a spiritual weapon, he couldn’t be bothered to look at it.

“Senior Brother Han, there are no spiritual weapons here. Even semi-spiritual weapons are rare.” Seeing that Han Muye was not interested in looking, Liu Hong smiled.

“Don’t even think about picking up sc.r.a.ps in a place like this.”

Liu Hong shook his head and pointed around. “Most of the things here are real trash.

“A small part is stolen goods.”

Han Muye said the words ‘pick-up’ for him.

He had said that Liu Hong’s talent was very suitable for picking up sc.r.a.ps.

Liu Hong led Han Muye to a place and saw an old man in a green robe sitting there.

The old man had a thin face and a messy beard. In front of him were some scattered spiritual materials and spiritual herbs.

They were all extremely ordinary things. They were not worth more than two or three spiritual rocks.

Seeing Han Muye and Liu Hong standing in front of him, the old man did not look up.

“Where’s your sword? Show me again.”

When Liu Hong squatted down, he spoke softly.

The old man froze at his words. His eyes widened as he looked at Liu Hong.

“Oh, so it’s you, Fellow Daoist.”

The old man narrowed his eyes and said softly, “You’ve already seen it last time. This sword is not for sale without 8,000 spirit rocks.”

Liu Hong nodded and said, “Let me confirm again. If the sword is really good, I’ll buy it.”

As he spoke, a superior-grade spiritual rock flashed in his palm.

The old man’s eyes lit up. He glanced at Han Muye, then took out a long sword wrapped in cloth from his back pocket.

Liu Hong took the sword and held it with both hands. He sized it up carefully before handing it to Han Muye.

Han Muye reached for the sword, then placed his palm on the hilt.

After a moment of silence, he looked down at the old man in front of him. “Are you really selling this sword?”

The old man smiled and nodded. “Yes, why not? I’ll sell it for spiritual rocks.”

Han Muye stroked his sword and said indifferently, “Liu Hong, give him a superior-grade spiritual rock.”

A superior-grade spiritual rock was worth 10,000 inferior-grade spiritual rocks.

This was an immediate increase of 2,000.

Liu Hong nodded and reached out to push the superior-grade spiritual rock into the old man’s sleeve.

The old man was stunned and looked at Han Muye. “Fellow Daoist, I’ve nurtured this sword for many years, but it’s not worth 10,000 spiritual rocks.”

The old man was already a little panicked about selling 8,000 spirit stones for swords, but the other party directly gave him 10,000 spirit stones. This made him extremely nervous.

Someone who could casually throw out 10,000 Spirit Stones must have an extraordinary ident.i.ty.

Liu Hong also looked at Han Muye.

He didn’t know why Han Muye wanted to increase the price for the sword.

Han Muye chuckled and turned to leave with his sword. A voice sounded softly, “The inheritance of Confucianism in the Central Continent is very rare in the Western Frontier.

“This sword has been nurtured with great spirit for decades. It’s worth that price.”

Central Continent?

Great spirit?

Confucian inheritance?

Liu Hong, who was following behind Han Muye, was stunned and turned to look at the old man selling the sword.