689 Give Me a Reason Not to Kill You (2)
Perhaps Jia Wu did not put the real treasures on the table.
When Han Muye came, there were many people browsing in the shop. Jia Wu was looking at the fish bones sent by an old man in a short shirt.
Seeing Han Muye, Jia Wu went forward to greet him.
Han Muye asked where he could get his paintings framed.
Jia Wu thought for a moment and said with a smile, “The furniture shops around the corner can frame paintings, but there are not many cultivators who have switched to Confucianism on the Scattered Stars Island.”
The rules of the Scattered Stars Island were somewhat incompatible with the Confucian Dao, which cultivated one’s body and mind. Even if cultivators of Confucian Dao came here, they would not stay for long.
Seeing Han Muye carrying a scroll of calligraphy and paintings under his arm, Jia Wu smiled and said, “When Brother Zhao was in the shop, I asked him to decorate the shop so that it wouldn’t be surrounded by sword Qi and make it difficult for people to get close to him.
“With your style of doing things, your business will definitely be better than his.”
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
The disciples of the Sword Pavilion actually did not care about business.
After all, they were mainly collecting swords and keeping what they needed in the Sword Pavilion.
Good things would not be sold anyway, so how could business be good?
In the sword evaluation business, there were not many suckers who came knocking on the door.
“Shopkeeper Han, it’s your first time here. We’re having a small banquet at the restaurant on the street ahead to welcome you tonight.”
Jia Wu smiled at Han Muye. “We’re all neighbors. If you stay here permanently in the future, we’ll inevitably see each other.”
That was true.
“Alright, I’ll definitely be there tonight.” Han Muye cupped his hands and walked out of Jia Wu’s shop.
After sending the calligraphy and paintings to the furniture shop and explaining how to frame them, Han Muye returned to the sword shop.
If these calligraphy and paintings were in the Heavenly Mystic Imperial City, framing them would cost at least a few million spiritual rocks.
On the Scattered Stars Island, one spiritual rock was enough to frame everything.
The owner of the furniture shop looked at the splash-ink paintings and even recommended decorative paintings to be sold in Han Muye’s shop.
Needless to say, those paintings looked much more festive than Han Muye’s ink paintings.
“Shopkeeper, two customers wanted to buy swords earlier. After looking at them, they asked for the price. I wasn’t not sure. I told them to wait for you to come back.”
When Han Muye returned to his sword shop, Zeng Daniu quickly welcomed him and spoke carefully.
He felt uneasy about ruining his business.
Hearing his words, Han Muye waved his hand and said, “If anyone comes in the future and I’m not around, ask them to leave a business card. If they don’t want to do that, tell them to wait for me to come back.”
In any case, he was not serious about selling swords. It was up to them whether they wanted to buy or not.
Thinking of this, he took a paper roll to the wooden shelf and labeled each sword.
It briefly introduced the quality, characteristics, and price of the sword.
In any case, he did not really want to sell them. He increased the price of these swords by 30%.
A mortal weapon cost 10,000 spiritual rocks.
A few semi-spiritual long swords were priced at 50,000 spiritual rocks.
High-grade spiritual weapons cost 800,000 spiritual rocks each.
Since Zeng Daniu could not read, Han Muye roughly explained the price of these swords.
If someone really wanted to buy a sword, they would charge spiritual rocks according to the price.
The number of hundreds of thousands of spiritual rocks made Zeng Daniu’s eyes widen.
His legs were trembling.
No matter how big the storm or how cold the weather was, he had never been so nervous.
These swords that he thought were not worth much were actually so precious?
Thinking about how he had almost quoted three to five spiritual rocks to sell the sword, his back broke out in cold sweat.
Han Muye went out at night and drank with Jia Wu and the others at a restaurant on the street in front.
The Scattered Stars Island had plenty of seafood and good wine.
Han Muye was knowledgeable, making the shopkeepers who came to the gathering look up to him.
In particular, he seemed to have dabbled in the Dao of Alchemy and Artifact Refining, causing two alchemy and weapon shopkeepers to look at him in a new light.
After the banquet, several shopkeepers pulled Han Muye over to invite him to chat alone.
Han Muye agreed to every invite, then returned to his shop when it was getting late.
It was already midnight, and there were not many people on the street.
Not far from the Imperial View Sword Shop, Zeng Daniu could be seen sitting on the stone steps in front of the shop. The door of the shop was half-closed.
“Fellow Daoist, you’ve followed me for more than half a street. Do you want to come to the shop with me?”
Han Muye stood in the path and suddenly spoke softly.
Hearing his words, the young man in black, who was 30 feet behind him, said calmly, “I’m just curious why a sword cultivator would open a shabby shop here.
“However, I like killing sword cultivators the most.
“Because, me too—”
Before the young man finished speaking, he thrusted a light and thin sword in his hand toward Han Muye’s back.
It took only a moment for the sword that was 30 feet away to be three feet away from Han Muye’s back.
However, the three feet seemed like the edge of the world.
The young man’s eyes widened as he stared at his sword. He advanced three feet and another three feet, but he could not pierce Han Muye’s back.
“This, this is spatial power?”
The young man’s face was pale. He clenched his sword tightly and pressed forward.
“Clang—”
A long sword slashed down from nowhere and sent the sword in his hand flying.
Han Muye turned around and grabbed the sword, injecting spiritual qi and sword qi into it.
Images flashed through his mind.
“You’re from the Life Stealing Tower?”
The young man, who had lost his sword, turned pale. He watched the sword circulate in Han Muye’s hand and glared, not daring to speak.
He picked up his sword with one strike. According to the rules of the Life Stealing Tower, he would fight to the death.
But facing such a great sword cultivator, it would be useless even if he charged forward, right?
