Luo Yuan City was located in the mountains, and most of the people there were cultivators.
The green mountains were continuous, and there were maze formations set up. Those who had never cultivated would not be able to discover other cities among them.
As Sheng Ke walked, he introduced the situation in Luo Yuan City in a low voice.
In this kind of trading city, the various forces were complicated.
According to the rules of the Western Frontier, the trading market was neutral and did not get involved in any conflicts.
Actually, it was not accurate. There were always black markets for selling stolen goods.
Recently, the various marketplaces under the Nine Mystical Sword Sect had become popular. It was all because of the war between the Nine Mystical Sword Sect and the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.
There were people from the nine major sects of the Western Border in Luo Yuan City. There were hundreds of other sects and factions of various sizes. It could be said that there were all kinds of people.
According to the rules of the market, Core Formation cultivators were not allowed to stay there permanently, and Earth Realm cultivators were not allowed to take action.
As long as there were no Earth Realm experts fighting, the others would not cause any trouble.
“There are many good things being auctioned this time.” Sheng Ke glanced at Han Muye and Lin Shen, then whispered to Bai Suzhen, “Many of them are treasures from the secret vault of the Great Spirit Sword Sect.”
Han Muye knew why Sheng Ke was looking at him.
After all, the Nine Mystical Sword Sect was the one who destroyed the Great Spirit Sword Sect.
Apart from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, the Nine Mystical Sword Sect earned the most this time.
The treasures that could enter the market’s secret vault were basically things that the Nine Mystical Sword Sect and the Wind Spirit Sword Sect did not fancy.
However, just because the large sects did not like them did not mean that the other sects did not like them.
The various sects had long been eager to participate in this auction.
When Sheng Ke said these things, there was a hint of superiority in his words.
The Shangyang Demon Sect was one of the three major sects in the Western Border. They looked down on these treasures.
Han Muye didn’t have a high need for treasures, so he just chose one for the Mu family’s ancestor.
As for the other treasures, he would let things run their natural course.
A moment later, everyone was standing outside a limestone city.
In the cultivation world, time was the most inconspicuous thing. Only the moss on the city wall showed how old the city was.
As they walked along the limestone wall into the city, they found this place livelier than the market city on the Nine Mystical Mountain.
This was because all kinds of sects were here. This market was not as peaceful as the market at the foot of the Nine Mystical Mountain.
On the way to the pavilion where the auction was being held, Han Muye had already seen no less than three forced sales.
Some people attacked without a word, and some had to endure the pain of being bullied.
“A rogue cultivator, and some small sects.” Lin Shen, who was following behind Han Muye, said in a low voice.
“The shop of my Nine Mysterious Sword Sect is called the Nine Mysterious Heaven Pavilion. It’s one of the largest shops in this market.
Although the Nine Mystic Heaven Pavilion is not in charge of this auction, many of the items were brought over by the Nine Mystic Heaven Pavilion.”
Lin Shen’s voice was not soft.
Han Muye smiled.
“Only itinerant cultivators and small sects would be bullied in this market.
The large sects had their own cards.”
She was deliberately saying this to Sheng Ke.
“The Shangyang Demon Sect was one of the three major sects. Below the three major sects, the Nine Mystical Sword Sect was at the forefront.
Their power could not be weakened.”
Sheng Ke looked back and chuckled.
Manager He, who was following behind Bai Suzhen, shook his head and told him not to speak again.
“Yuntai Immortal Pavilion, a shop of the Yuntai Dao Sect.”
Ignoring Lin Shen and Sheng Ke, Bai Suzhen looked up at the shop in front of her and said softly, “The Yuntai Dao Sect is ranked in the middle among the Nine Great Sects. Its strength should be above the Great Spirit Sword Sect.
The Yuntai Dao Sect is hosting this auction.”
At this point, Bai Suzhen paused and said in a low voice, “The Yuntai Dao Sect’s mountain gate is only tens of thousands of kilometers away from Phoenix Head Mountain. If the South Desolate Army comes, they will be the first to bear the brunt.”
Han Muye understood what Bai Suzhen meant.
Get prepared for war.
The Yuntai Dao Sect was also preparing for the upcoming battle.
It seems that the large sects are not optimistic about this invasion of the Southern Wasteland? he thought.
“Miss Bai!”
There were a few young men in green and white robes at the entrance of the shop. When they saw Bai Suzhen, their eyes lit up.
Han Muye consciously took a step back.
Only a fool would walk side by side with Bai Suzhen and attract hatred.
Bai Suzhen seemed to sense something and turned to look. She chuckled and slowly walked forward.
“It’s really Miss Bai.”
“I didn’t expect to see the little God of Fortune of the Bai family. I’m really lucky.”
“Eh, Miss Bai, are you here today because there’s a treasure here?”
The eyes of those young men lit up.
The Bai family, Bai Suzhen’s mother’s family, was a prominent family in the western border that started making its fortune in business.
Among the younger generation of the Bai family, Bai Suzhen’s cultivation and talent were top-notch.
It was said that Bai Suzhen controlled nearly half of the Bai family’s business.
She was young and rich and beautiful.
To the elites of the cultivation world, it was not because they were greedy or lacked spiritual rocks.
They lacked a confidant they could talk to.
Miss Bai was the best choice.
However, Bai Suzhen seemed a little different today.
The eldest daughter of the Bai family, who used to be good at dancing, was very blunt today.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the cultivators who came to welcome her, she was invited in by the shopkeeper of the Yuntai Immortal Pavilion.
“By the way, who are the two guys behind Miss Bai?” The young man who was blocked at the door had a strange expression.
“The one on the left. He looks okay.”
“I’ve never seen him before. He’s probably a follower. His cultivation level isn’t high, and he doesn’t have much bearing. Who would notice him?”
Not many people cared about Han Muye and Lin Shen, who were not wearing the uniform of the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect.
“Miss Bai, most of the treasures that are going to be auctioned this time are here. Do you want to take a look here first, or do you want to go straight to the secret room to take a look at the finale treasures?” The shopkeeper asked softly after leading Bai Suzhen and the others to the second floor.
At this moment, in the hall on the second floor, many people were sizing up the wooden platforms. Some people even reached out to pick up the swords and Dharma artifacts.
Those who were qualified to come to the second floor were all people of status. They were not afraid that they would steal.
Of course, the real treasures were placed elsewhere.
Hearing the shopkeeper’s words, Bai Suzhen turned to look at Han Muye.
“Owner Bai, why don’t you go to the secret vault and take a look? Mentor Lin and I will walk around here.”
Han Muye felt that it was better not to get too close to Bai Suzhen.
At this moment, many people were casting their gazes over.
The shopkeeper of the Yuntai Dao Sect had secretly glanced at him several times.
“Alright.” Bai Suzhen nodded and said softly, “If Senior Brother Han likes any treasure, you can make a note of it. I’ll help you get it.”
Although the items placed here were also precious, they were not worth mentioning compared to the value of the pills refined by Han Muye.
On the way just now, Han Muye had already given the top-grade Cloud Qi Pills and a few top-grade Spirit Binding Pills to Bai Suzhen.
With these pills, Bai Suzhen could earn tens of thousands of spiritual rocks.
Han Muye nodded and turned to walk towards the wooden platforms.
“Miss Bai, you have to give me a few top-grade pills today.”
“Miss Bai, the pill in your hand has made our shops fight for it…”
Behind him, the manager of the Cloud Platform Immortal Pavilion slowly walked away.
Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.
It seemed that this Owner Bai had not only earned spiritual rocks with top-grade pills, but also many connections.
But he didn’t care about any of that.
Even if he sold it himself, it wouldn’t be more profitable than handing it over to Bai Suzhen.
He would also be spending more effort and time, and delaying his cultivation as a result.
In front of Han Muye was a three-foot-long wooden staff.
Green spiritual patterns flashed on the wooden staff.
Several cultivators surrounded the wooden staff and commented in low voices.
Han Muye sensed that the spiritual light on the wooden staff wasn’t very strong. Even if it was refined into a magic weapon, it would probably be of the lowest grade, probably comparable to a semi-spiritual weapon.
For Han Muye, he usually wouldn’t study such a sword too much.
Looking around, most of the items on display were such treasures.
Although the treasures were relatively ordinary, the conversation between those cultivators was very interesting.
An old man in a black robe stroked his beard and said in a low voice, “This Pure Dao Wood is very old. If we use it to refine artifacts and use wood-element spells, it can definitely increase our combat strength by a lot.”
“Indeed, as expected of a treasure in the secret vault of the Supreme Spirit Sword Sect. If this year’s Pure Dao Wood was in my family, it would definitely be an inheritance.”
“Shh, everyone, lower your voices. Don’t let others hear you. It won’t be easy to lower the price later.”
The person who spoke clearly glanced at Han Muye and Lin Shen.
Seeing everyone looking at him warily, Han Muye smiled and turned to walk away.
‘Don’t be an eyesore.’
There were dozens of treasures placed on the second floor, and Han Muye had seen 30 to 50 in just a moment.
He felt a little emotional.
If he had not grown an appetite in the Sword Pavilion, he would have taken a fancy to a few treasures.
With two well-refined swords, it could barely be considered a semi-spiritual weapon.
There were also a few Dharma artifacts and a few talismans with good effects.
There were several high-quality pills. The eyes of the people around them were bright and eager.
Standing in front of a wooden platform, Han Muye was silent.
“Brother Han, this is the auction outside the sect.” Lin Shen leaned forward and whispered.
“My Nine Mystical Sword Sect is a major sect in the Western Border. The swords that inner sect disciples accept are considered treasures here.”
Han Muye had also felt Lin Shen’s arrogance from Huang Six.
This was the arrogance of the disciples of the major sects. It was the sect behind them that gave them confidence.
“Young Master, have you taken a fancy to this Edgeless Sword?” A thin 50-year-old man walked over and asked when he saw Han Muye standing in front of the wooden platform for a long time.
On the wooden platform was a heavy sword that was less than three feet long.
“This sword was sent here by an itinerant cultivator for sale. After appraisal, it was found to be mixed with gold plated stones that can increase the weight of the sword.”
The old man looked at Han Muye and said with a smile, “Young Master, although this sword looks ordinary, it weighs 150 kilograms.”
300 pounds?
Han Muye didn’t expect the sword to be so heavy, and couldn’t help but reach out curiously.
“Young Master, be careful…” Before the old man could finish speaking, Han Muye grabbed the hilt of his sword and casually picked it up.
The old man’s eyes flashed, but his expression remained unchanged.
There was no spiritual energy fluctuation at all, which meant that Han Muye had picked up the sword purely with his physical strength.
For a 300-kilogram sword to be able to rest so easily with the hilt in hand, it required at least thousands of kilograms of strength.
This was a good body tempering technique.
The old man glanced at Lin Shen, who was behind Han Muye, and became even more certain of his judgment.
Lin Shen was muscular and carried a large sword on his back. It was obvious that his body tempering technique was not weak.
At this moment, images flashed in Han Muye’s mind.
Strangely, the sword in his mind was not the Edgeless Heavy Sword in front of him, but a clear sword.
The sword was in the hand of an old man in a green robe. He kept waving it, and the sword light was cold.
He comprehended the sword technique Broken Willow.
The Broken Willow Sword Technique was not very powerful. It was only at the level of the Nine Mystical Sword Sect’s Two Mystical Sword Technique.
The itinerant cultivator named Xu Mingfeng had never stepped into the Earth Realm in his life.
In the end, his sword fell to the bottom of the lake while he was exploring the magma lake.
After an unknown period of time, the sword was fished out and polished into a broadsword.
The scene ended, and Han Muye’s eyes lit up.
This sword was not mixed with the Gilded Stone when it was forged. Instead, it landed in a vein of Gilded Stone!
In the magma lake where Xu Mingfeng died, many scattered Kryptonite rolled down. They were obtained by the people of the Great Spirit Sword Sect and they accidentally found this sword.
The Gilded Stone was a rather high-grade spiritual material. One tael was worth dozens of spiritual rocks.
A mineral vein.
Windfall.
“This sword is not bad.”
As Han Muye put the sword back on the wooden shelf, a voice came from behind him.
