Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 60: Senior Sister Lu, remember, these are Brother’s feelings

The shopkeeper’s hand clenched Han Muye’s palm.

Han Muye slowly retracted his hand, and a spiritual light flashed in his palm.

A medium-grade spiritual rock, not bad.

“This sword is three feet and two inches long and weighs 6.4 kilograms. It’s mixed with White Coated Gold.”

Han Muye paused, and the shopkeeper looked at him nervously.

“White Coated Gold is the most tenacious. The body of this sword can withstand heavy pressure. It’s considered a superior-grade mortal weapon.”

“It’s just that if Senior Sister Lu is using it, this sword’s edge is a little long, but it’s suitable for an eight-foot-tall sword cultivator. It can unleash the advantage of the sword’s length.”

As Han Muye finished speaking, the eyes of the cultivators around him lit up.

A superior-grade mortal artifact.

Such a sword was very rare.

The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Han Muye gratefully.

100 spiritual rocks were still worth it.

“Ahem, Senior Brother, how much do you think this sword is worth?” A square-faced middle-aged man in a green-gray martial arts suit walked forward and cupped his hands at Han Muye.

Han Muye turned around. There was a hint of apprehension in the shopkeeper’s eyes.

“If this sword is on the Nine Mystic Mountain, it will cost 50 merit points to exchange for it. In this market, the price is naturally higher.”

“What about 8,000 spiritual rocks?” Han Muye pondered for a moment and said calmly.

8,000 spiritual rocks.

The shopkeeper looked pained, but nodded.

The burly man was overjoyed. He cupped his hands at Han Muye and handed over a medium-grade spiritual rock with both hands.

“Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother.”

With that, he turned to look at the shopkeeper. “Shopkeeper He, I want this sword.”

He was buying the sword with 8,000 spiritual rocks.

If not for Han Muye’s comment, this sword would have been worth 18,000.

The other cultivators who wanted to buy swords looked regretful. Then, they looked at Han Muye curiously, waiting for him to comment on the next sword.

Another medium-grade spiritual rock was placed in his hand.

Lu Qingping, who was standing behind Han Muye, could clearly see that in just a short while, Han Muye had already received two medium-grade spiritual rocks.

The abilities of this Sword Caretaker were really too profitable.

Could it be that Brother Zhenxiong also had this ability?

She felt a rush of warmth.

If Brother Zhenxiong was rich with this method, could she find a good sword that day?

However, if she really spent too many spiritual rocks from Brother Zhenxiong, how could she return the favor…

For a moment, Lu Qingping felt confused, expectant, and complicated.

The shopkeeper did not expect that he would receive a business deal before Han Muye chose a sword. The pained and happy smile on his face was very strange.

Han Muye reached for the next sword.

Everyone on the second floor held their breath and waited.

“This sword is three feet long and weighs 4.5 kilograms. The blade is thin and mixed with Mystic Ice Spiritual Iron. The blade is sharp. It’s a rare sword.”

“However, this sword is too cold and is not suitable for young female cultivators. On the other hand, this sword is not a bad choice for male cultivators who have rich blood essence and cultivate strange sword techniques.”

As soon as Han Muye finished speaking, two people walked forward.

One was an old man in his fifties, and the other was a young man in his thirties.

“Fellow Daoist, I’m the head of the Lu family in Fuyuan County, Lu Mingchuan. May I know how much this sword is worth?”

The old man cupped his hands at Han Muye and said softly.

On the other side, the young man in black bowed and said, “Senior Brother, please tell me if this sword is suitable for me.”

As he spoke, he opened his hand, revealing a green bamboo root.

“I saw that Senior Brother brought spiritual herbs. I have a section of the Frost Spiritual Bamboo’s root here. I’m willing to give it to Senior Brother.”

Frost Spiritual Bamboo. Han Muye had an impression of this spiritual herb. It was a good spiritual herb and seemed to be quite expensive.

“Junior Brother Han, the roots of the Frost Spiritual Bamboo are a spiritual herb that can be used.” Lu Qingping, who was standing behind Han Muye, suddenly said.

It can be used.

That was, this medicine could be used to refine pills that could increase lifespan.

The spiritual herbs needed to increase one’s lifespan were not cheap. Even the herbs needed to concoct them cost hundreds of spiritual rocks.

Han Muye nodded and took the spiritual medicine. Then, he said, “If you trust me, show me the moves you’re good at.”

Since he had accepted something from someone, he could not be perfunctory. He had to see the sword moves before choosing a sword. Only then would the sword be more compatible with the person.

‘Practise the moves?’

The young man paused.

He was not afraid that someone would secretly learn his sword technique.

After all, no one in the world had such comprehension ability to learn someone else’s sword technique with just a glance.

However, practicing sword techniques in front of so many people was somewhat dangerous.

He pondered for a moment and drew the sword at his waist. He stepped lightly and the sword light danced.

His movements seemed to be moving horizontally.

After seven or eight moves, Han Muye suddenly said, “Enough.”

The young man sheathed his sword and looked at Han Muye.

In Han Muye’s mind, the young man’s sword light had not stopped.

The sword light was chaotic and agile. The halo circulated until it turned into a dazzling explosion.

Flowers bloomed and fell. The flowers flew and leaves dropped.

He had comprehended the sword technique, Flying Flowers.

The inherited sword techniques of non-Sword Dao sects were not marked with levels.

However, this set of sword techniques was really quite nice-looking.

Han Muye turned around and looked at the head of the Lu family who had just spoken. “This sword is worth less than 10,000 spiritual rocks.”

With that, he looked at the young man who was practicing his sword technique and said, “It’s useless for you to just change swords. Your sword technique is wrong.”

He had practised it wrongly?

The young man froze.

All the cultivators on the second floor looked confused.

When they saw the brilliant sword technique just now, most of them felt that they were no match for this young man.

Even Lu Qingping felt that her sword technique was not much stronger than his.

But in Junior Brother Han’s eyes, this sword technique was actually wrong?

Did he really understand, or was he, not, pretending to?

Han Muye looked at the remaining swords. After a moment, he looked at two more and even commented casually.

The young man remained stunned while the others who were initially tempted by the sword became hesitant.

If they were also commented like this, their Dao heart would probably be damaged.

“Clang—”

When it came to the next sword, Han Muye directly drew the sword out of the sheath. After spinning a few swords, he chuckled and said, “Senior Sister Lu, this one will do.”

Lu Qingping’s eyes lit up.

She had felt that this sword was especially suitable when she chose it.

However, this sword was extraordinary. The sword light on it was bright, and it was clearly a semi-spiritual artifact.

Such a good sword must be unimaginably expensive.

“Junior Brother Han, I’m afraid this sword is not suitable…” Lu Qingping muttered.

Han Muye sheathed the sword and said, “This sword weighs 9.5 kilograms. It’s light and sharp. It’s rare that it’s mixed with light spiritual iron. It can make the sword lighter by injecting spiritual energy.”

“This sword is suitable for Senior Sister Lu’s Clear Wind Temple sword techniques.”

It was a good sword and suitable.

The shopkeeper’s smile widened.

Lu Qingping’s expression became even more complicated.

It might not really be suitable…

She didn’t even want to think about the price of the sword.

“Junior Brother Han, let’s wait and see…” Lu Qingping’s words were interrupted by Han Muye’s hand gesture.

“This sword will do.” Han Muye raised his hand, and two sparkling spiritual rocks landed in the shopkeeper’s arms.

“Don’t raise the price. 20,000 spiritual rocks. You won’t lose out at this price.”

20,000 spiritual rocks!

The two shiny spiritual rocks were high-grade spiritual rocks. One was worth 10,000 low-grade spiritual rocks.

A long sword cost 20,000 spiritual rocks.

This was what it meant to spend a fortune!

The shopkeeper held two spiritual rocks in his hand, the corners of his mouth twitching, and he forced a smile. “Senior Brother, you… you’re really good at bargaining the price…”

Han Muye picked up the sword and turned around to hand it to Lu Qingping.

Lu Qingping subconsciously reached out to take it. When she touched the sword, she felt that it was hot. She wanted to push it back, but Han Muye had already let go and went downstairs.

The others upstairs looked at the swords that Han Muye had seen, then at the black-clothed young man standing where he was, their expressions changing. They were at a loss.

The shopkeeper wanted Han Muye to comment on the swords behind him. When he looked up, Han Muye and Lu Qingping had already left.

“This senior brother is really powerful…” The shopkeeper looked at the stairs and whispered.

The others nodded gently.

Lu Qingping was still in a daze as Han Muye left the shop.

20,000 spiritual rocks to buy this sword called Liu Hong.

How many years would it take for her to save 20,000 spiritual rocks?

“Junior Brother Han, this sword, this sword…” Lu Qingping didn’t know what to say.

She could not afford to return the sword.

“Senior Sister Lu, remember, these are Brother’s feelings.”

Han Muye, who was walking in front, did not turn around and said calmly.

Behind him, Lu Qingping held her sword tightly and bit her lip without saying anything.

As soon as he walked out of the shop, a figure stood in front of Han Muye.

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