Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 59 - Was the inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's sword cultivation so strong?

Chapter 59: Was the inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s sword cultivation so strong?

“Take out all your best swords.”

The moment Han Muye shouted, everyone in the hall turned to look at him.

He was young and wore a standard white robe.

He could not be offended.

Most people quietly stepped back.

This was only 200 kilometers below the Nine Mystic Mountain. Who wouldn’t recognize the inner sect clothes of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?

“Senior Brother wants to choose a sword?”

“Come with me quickly. There are many good swords in my Zhenling Treasure Store.”

“Senior Brother, I wonder which elder you’re cultivating under? My third uncle’s brother-in-law is also on the Nine Mystic Mountain…”

The shopkeeper with a blooming chrysanthemum smile came up and eagerly led Han Muye and Lu Qingping upstairs.

“Senior Brother, are you choosing a sword for this lady? Looking at your outstanding temperament, you must be a Daoist cultivator with extraordinary cultivation.”

The shopkeeper rambled on and disappeared down the stairs with Han Muye and Lu Qingping.

“Oh my, that’s an inner sect disciple of the Sword Sect on the Nine Mystic Mountain, right? Otherwise, why would he be so enthusiastic?” A green-robed cultivator muttered.

“That female cultivator shouldn’t be from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. She seems to be a disciple of a nearby Daoist temple.” Those who were more knowledgeable could recognize her ident.i.ty at a glance.

“An inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect buying a sword for a disciple from another? Isn’t he afraid of being punished by the sect?”

“What’s wrong with that? Recently, the various sects have sent their elites to attend the sect gathering on the Nine Mystic Mountain. Perhaps they’re reunited as good friends?”

“That’s right. After not meeting for a few years, the slug back then had already become dressed in white robes. He became elegant and rich. When he met the big sister next door, he was willing to spend a lot of money to gift a sword to the beauty. Isn’t this…”

Within moments, various versions of the story had formed and spread across the hall.

There was no distinction between immortals and mortals when it came to gossips.

Rumors stop at the wise and are formed by the idle.

Those who were concerned would wait quietly to see what sword this inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would buy later.

The second floor of the shop was much smaller than the hall below.

However, it was not as noisy as below. There were only about ten cultivators with obvious extraordinary cultivation levels. They lowered their heads and chose the weapons they needed.

“Quick, bring all the rare weapons of my Zhenling Treasure Store. My senior brother wants to choose a sword for senior sister.” The shopkeeper shouted and rushed to the wooden shelf in front of him.

A few shop a.s.sistants quickly went to help. Each of them held a sword in their hands and brought it to Han Muye.

The surrounding cultivators who were choosing weapons were also alarmed and turned to look.

Han Muye nodded and looked at Lu Qingping. “Senior Sister Lu, choose one.”

‘Choose?’

Lu Qingping looked troubled.

Although she had yet to come into contact with these swords, she could feel the spiritual light flas.h.i.+ng from afar. Even if they were not spiritual artifacts, they were mixed with spiritual materials.

Such a sword might cost 8,000 or 10,000 spiritual rocks.

She couldn’t afford it.

“Junior Brother Han, I…”

Before Lu Qingping could finish, Han Muye stretched out his hand. “Senior Sister Lu, give me the herbs and the sword. You can choose the sword.”

Lu Qingping hesitated for a moment before handing over the sword and the herbs in her hand.

After all, it was Junior Brother Han’s good intentions. He had been entrusted by Brother Zhenxiong. If she kept rejecting him, she would embarra.s.s him.

As for whether she could afford this sword, she could just say that she did not like it later.

Han Muye naturally caught the sword in Lu Qingping’s hand and tucked the medicine bag under his armpit. Then, he walked to the shop a.s.sistant holding the sword.

“Senior Brother, this sword is called Qingxue. It was made by the sword-forging family, the Cao family. Among them…” The shopkeeper leaned forward to introduce it, but Han Muye said indifferently,” Senior Sister Lu will choose it herself. ”

The shopkeeper muttered a laugh and took a step back.

Lu Qingping walked forward and reached out to hold the Qingxue Sword.

“Clang—”

She unsheathed the sword, and its sword light was like snow.

A clear light scattered, causing the eyes of the surrounding cultivators to light up.

“What a good sword…”

“The blade has spirit. It’s clear and fast. It’s a good sword.”

Holding the sword, a hint of intoxication flashed across Lu Qingping’s face.

This sword was so bright.

She gently twirled the sword a few times, then shook her head reluctantly and returned the sword to its sheath.

She didn’t have to look. She couldn’t afford it.

“Senior Sister Lu doesn’t like this sword?”

“Then look at the next one,” Han Muye said, gesturing for the next servant holding a sword to come forward.

At some point, his hand had quietly grabbed the hilt of Lu Qingping’s sword.

In front, Lu Qingping went to choose a sword.

This was the sword selection at a store. There were no rules like the Sword Pavilion’s sword selection.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes as images flashed through his mind.

Lu Qingping’s longsword was just an ordinary sword, and her refining methods were ordinary.

Lu Qingping’s sword technique was not profound.

No wonder the Nine Mystic Sword Sect did not pay much attention to these disciples who came to the gathering. It turned out that the sword techniques of the inner sect elites of Clear Wind Temple were only about the same as the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s outer sect disciples.

In terms of sword techniques, Lu Qingping was not much stronger than Jiang Han, who had come to the Sword Pavilion to receive his sword.

By the time Lu Qingping had taken a look at all eight swords, Han Muye had already let go of the hilt.

Fortunately.

He breathed a small sigh of relief.

This Sister Ping, whom Huang Six could not forget, did not have any ill intentions towards the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Or rather, she had yet to reach that level.

She had been cultivating diligently from the beginning. Coupled with her good talent, her journey was smooth.

The memories in the sword were mostly about completing various missions in the sect, exchanging resources, and cultivating with all her might.

No wonder she could not bear to go into seclusion with Huang Six.

Her obsession with cultivation was deeper than Han Muye had thought.

Lu Qingping shook her head after looking at all eight swords.

Han Muye looked up and said, “Shopkeeper, change another batch and bring all the items in your shop.”

Hearing his words, the shopkeeper opened his mouth and said with a bitter expression, “Senior Brother, these are all the best swords I have. This is really all I have…”

“Senior Brother, Senior Sister, why don’t you take a look again? The swords stored in my Zhenling Treasure Store should be top-notch in this market.”

The surrounding cultivators nodded slightly.

The shopkeeper was right.

The weapons of this shop were indeed top-notch in this market.

Lu Qingping heaved a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, “Forget it, Junior Brother Han. Let’s go. We still have to choose a sword by fate.”

These swords were good swords, and a few of them made her reluctant to part with them.

But none of these swords was something she could afford.

Previously, after she bought spiritual herbs, she only had few spiritual rocks left.

Even if she did not buy spiritual herbs, she could not afford these swords.

“Senior Sister Lu, don’t go anywhere else. Just choose from here.” Han Muye walked forward and looked at the swords in front of him.

“Didn’t Brother ask me to help you choose a suitable sword?”

He reached out and gripped the Qingxue sword.

The shopkeeper was delighted. “Senior Brother is choosing this one?”

“This Qingxue Sword is worth 13,000 spiritual rocks. If Senior Brother wants to take it, I can give you a discount.”

Han Muye gripped the hilt of his sword and let go, then shook his head.

“This sword was refined with the thousand hammering technique, with falling mystic steel incorporated in it. The blade is clear, but not soft enough. The blade is a little brittle.”

“The sword is three feet long and one inch wide. It weighs 5.5 kilograms.”

“This sword is not suitable for female cultivators. Moreover, Senior Sister Lu’s Clear Wind Temper Sword Techniques are known for its lightness and agility. This sword is lacking in agility.”

“13,000 spiritual rocks, hehe.”

Han Muye reached for the next sword.

On the second floor of the shop, everyone stared, even forgetting to breathe.

Just by touching the sword with his hand, he could detect all the information about the sword. Who had ever seen such a method?

Not only could this person recognize swords, but he could also choose a sword and match it with a person.

At a glance, this sword was not compatible with that lady.

Was the inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s sword cultivation so strong?

Lu Qingping stood behind Han Muye, her face filled with shock.

Was this the role of a Sword Caretaker?

Could it be that the Sword Caretaker had other methods other than the Hundred Breath Realm?

Brother Zhenxiong also had such ability?

Han Muye gripped the hilt of the second sword and let go.

Everyone on the second floor of the shop looked at him.

“This sword…”

As soon as Han Muye spoke, the shopkeeper took a step forward and held Han Muye’s hand tightly.

“Senior Brother, Senior Brother, your comments are too amazing!”

“My Zhenling Treasure Shop has been open in the market for decades. This is the first time I’ve seen someone as highly cultivated as Senior Brother.”

The shopkeeper’s eyes were filled with desire and tears. He seemed to be filled with admiration and too touched.