Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Ahead, seven or eight cultivators in green robes had already discovered them.

They also restrained their auras and carefully checked them out.

"I'm a cultivator who came to the Green Wheat Mountain to hunt. Where are you from?"

A voice came from the other side.

"So are we."

Zhao Pu pointed at the huge demon beast that Lin Shen was carrying and shouted.

Whether it was its flesh, blood, tendons, or bones, this demon beast could be used to refine weapons.

The carcass of a Cold Wood Ape was worth hundreds of spiritual rocks.

Hearing Zhao Pu's words, the people on the other side looked at each other and whispered before slowly walking over.

They stood warily a few feet away.

Han Muye glanced at them.

They were indeed itinerant cultivators.

He had interacted with many itinerant cultivators recently and could tell at a glance who were itinerant cultivators and who were sect cultivators.

When the sect cultivators looked at people, they first looked at their clothes and figures.

Be it their standing or their bearing, the sect cultivators had their own rules and conformity.

On the other hand, whether it was their clothes or their posture, the aura of the itinerant cultivators was a little vigilant.

This was the result of a long period of training.

At this moment, Zhao Pu and the other two stood with Zhao Pu in front. He was tall and took the lead.

Han Muye was in the middle, his hands hanging low.

Meanwhile, Lin Shen, who was carrying the demon beast, stood beside Han Muye and protected him.

He was definitely not an itinerant cultivator.

What Han Muye could understand, the itinerant cultivators could understand even more.

"So it's a fellow cultivator who came to hunt. It seems that your harvest is not bad." The 50-year-old man in the lead swept his gaze across. When he saw the demon beast that Lin Shen was carrying, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Neither side had any intention of chatting with the other. On the other side, an old man surnamed Zhu communicated with Zhao Pu for a while and reminded him of the route. Then he led the team and carefully passed by.

Neither side had any intention of cooperating with the other.

Those who traveled in the wilderness with strangers were definitely not cultivators.

How could such a cultivator live long?

"Everyone, we will carry this demon beast with us. Are you willing to take it with you?"

After the team took a few steps, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

At his words, everyone on the other side turned.

"Fellow Daoist, how are you going to sell this Cold Wood Ape?

We're also here to hunt. We didn't bring any wealth with us." Old Zhu cupped his hands and looked at Han Muye.

"You picked the magnolias, right? Three magnolias."

Han Muye held up three fingers, then added, "But they have to be more than 10 years old."

Zhu turned around and said with a smile, "So you're an alchemy master. We picked the magnolias."

It was only polite to say that they were masters. However, since he could sense that they had picked spiritual herbs, they were definitely not weak alchemists.

In the cultivation world, especially among the itinerant cultivators, alchemy cultivators and artifact cultivators had a good reputation.

It was synonymous with being suckers.

He did not lack spiritual rocks and was generous.

Just like this transaction, three spiritual herbs worth less than a hundred spiritual rocks were exchanged for the carcass of a Qi Condensation demon beast.

If he went back and dealt with it properly, he could exchange it for at least 500 spiritual rocks.

Watching Han Muye and the others walk away, Old Zhu smiled and waved his hand. "Let's go back to the base to rest. I didn't expect such a surprise on this trip."

The others smiled and carried the demon beast's carcass away.

"Elder Zhu, they seem to be heading towards the Eagle Cliff?" A burly man with a longbow turned around and frowned. "Those people who asked us yesterday are also going to the Eagle Cliff, right?"

His words made Zhu frown.

"Let's go. We won't return to the base. We'll leave Green Wheat Mountain immediately. We'll come back when all these outsiders have left. I have a feeling they're not ordinary cultivators."

As Zhu spoke, he led the way and quietly led everyone away.

…

Han Muye and the others didn't care what these hunting itinerant cultivators thought. The three of them quickly walked through the dense forest.

"This magnolia is an important ingredient for refining an eighth-grade Harmonization Pill. After refining the Harmonization Pill, it's worth at least three to five thousand spiritual rocks."

It was not unreasonable for alchemists and blacksmiths to be generous.

Since he had the energy and time to haggle over the price of the spiritual herbs, he might as well refine pills properly and produce high-quality pills. He would earn back a few spiritual herbs.

"Senior Brother Han, I've long heard of your alchemy methods."

Zhao Pu turned around and looked at Han Muye. He grinned and said, "I heard that you even sponsored a lot of core disciples in the sect? When I go to Fengshou Mountain, you must lend me a few good pills."

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

It was a simple matter.

When those core disciples in the sect borrowed medicinal pills and returned to the sect, they had to pay double with merit points, spiritual rocks, and spiritual materials.

Han Muye had earned a lot from this business.

As for the disciples who had died, that could only be considered a loss in investment.

There were always risks in doing business.

"Whew—"

A voice came from the forest ahead, and a violent aura rushed toward them.

Zhao Pu shouted in a low voice and turned into a green light as he charged over.

"Bam—"

A gray light flashed, and a 10-meter-long figure broke into several pieces.

Han Muye and Lin Shen walked over and saw thick tree roots scattered on the ground.

"It's a Wood Demon."

Zhao Pu looked around and said in a low voice, "This wood-type demon is the most difficult to deal with. Moreover, this demon has a huge root system. I suspect that the forest within a few miles is its territory."

In the cultivation world, demon beasts were not the only ones who could cultivate to become demons. Many plants could also absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transform into demons.

Such a demon was no worse than those demon beasts.

Some with special talents were even extremely difficult to deal with.

"It looks like a magnolia branch has become a demon?" Crouching down, Han Muye held a broken piece of wood and smiled.

"This magnolia branch will condense a kind of magnolia flower and hide under the main root. A magnolia flower is worth 10,000 spiritual rocks."

10,000 spiritual rocks?

To the people in the Sword Pavilion, it was not a big deal.

However, even Zhao Pu, who was at the Earth Realm, was tempted.

"Is it really worth 10,000 spiritual rocks?"

He looked at Han Muye and rubbed his hands.

"Really, I'll just take 10,000 spiritual rocks." Han Muye nodded.

"Haha, good. Then let me pick this flower." Zhao Pu laughed, and the vigorous power of earth and stone appeared on his body.

He stood up and punched the mountain rock in front of him.

"Boom—"

Within a radius of 10 miles, the mountains, rocks, and trees trembled.

Clumps of earth and stone began to shake.

Old Zhu and the others, who were dozens of miles away, turned around and ran without hesitation.

This power was at least at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm. They could not afford to offend him.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Within ten thousand feet of Zhao Pu, countless thick wooden roots danced and wrapped around his head.

He laughed and threw another punch. It hit the dirt in front of him again.

"Bam—"

The roots of the mountain sprang out of the ground, tangled together, and trembled.

"Listen carefully. I just want that flower. Give it to me. Otherwise, my fists won't be polite."

Looking at the pile of tree roots that looked like mountains, Zhao Pu exuded the aura of the Earth Realm Meridian Opening Realm as he walked forward, step by step.

The trembling wooden roots kept retreating. After Zhao Pu took 10 steps, a slender wooden root carried three verdant stamens to him.

The stamen emitted a faint spiritual light and a light fragrance.

Peach blossom-sized petals overlapped, with a warm halo inside.

Zhao Pu grinned, took the stamen, and turned to Han Muye.

"Not bad. Three hundred-year-old magnolias."

Han Muye smiled and carefully placed the stamen in a jade box. Then he took out seven or eight high-grade spiritual rocks and handed them to Zhao Pu.

"Hundred-year-old magnolias are worth that much."

This was a pleasant surprise. Zhao Pu's face was full of smiles. He rubbed his bald head and took the spiritual rocks with both hands.

He turned around and looked at the wooden root that was slowly delving into the rocks and soil. He threw a spiritual rock over.

"I didn't take your stuff for nothing."

The wooden root took the spiritual rock and waved it gently a few times before slowly disappearing.

About an hour after Han Muye and the others left the forest, a group of cultivators in black robes quietly arrived.

There were a total of nine people. The leader looked old, but he was tall and straight with a black sword hanging from his waist.

The others were all young, and their auras were restrained. They could still feel the surging power.

The old leader looked around and raised his hand. A burst of spiritual light exploded.

In the spiritual light, a scene of Zhao Pu fighting with the wooden root appeared.

A thin young man's eyes lit up as he said in a low voice, "He suppressed a Wood Demon who has cultivated for hundreds of years with two punches. This guy's cultivation is not bad."

"He's just so-so. He's just someone who has just entered the Earth Realm." Another young man curled his lips and said indifferently, "Isn't such a cultivation level everywhere in the Central Continent?"

Central Continent.

"It's only magnolias. It seems that the person accompanying him is an alchemist."

"They gave a high-grade spiritual rock. These three are cultivators from the sect."

It was a female cultivator in a black robe and a hood.

"Moreover, these three sects are not bad in the Western Frontier.

"Otherwise, he wouldn't be willing to take out a high-grade spiritual rock.

"There are very few supreme-grade spiritual rocks in the Western Frontier. High-grade spiritual rocks are very precious."

The female cultivator's words made everyone around her nod.

"It's said that the nine great sects of the Western Frontier are the strongest." A young man laughed and said, "I wonder if the so-called great sects here have the strength of a county overlord in the Central Continent?"

The others were also smiling.

The Western Frontier was just wilderness. If it wasn't for the Mystic Sun Guards' trial mission, how could they have passed through the barrier and come here?

In front of them, an old man in a black robe with a black sword hanging from his waist said coldly, "Don't underestimate anyone, let alone the four regions."

His words made the expressions of the people behind him change. They hurriedly bowed and cupped their hands.

This envoy of the Mystic Sun Guards was the person who verified the success or failure of this mission and was also the expert of the Mystic Sun Guards who protected them.

No one dared disobey him.

"Let's go. The last place that rebel army disappeared was at the cliff ahead. Finding their ruins proves that this rebel army has no chance of passing on its legacy. This is also the key to your trial mission."

Then the old man strode forward.

The black-clothed female cultivator caught up and whispered, "Sir, what if… what if the rebel army's inheritance is still there?"

The black-robed old man stopped.