Bai Suzhen felt her heartbeat speed up for the first time as she was stared at by Han Muye.
This guy's eyes are so alluring...
No, this guy said it was too tempting!
"No, no, no problem."
A trace of blush appeared on Bai Suzhen's face, she lowered her head and looked at the scroll in her hand.
"The price of each of these elixirs, including top-quality elixirs and immortal elixirs, would probably bankrupt a powerful person..."
Each of seventh-grade, sixth-grade, and even fifth-grade elixirs is worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of spiritual stones.
If the price is more than ten times higher than that of the best, I can't even imagine it.
This is a business so big that I can’t even imagine it!
In the past, the top-grade Cloud Qi Pills and top-grade Spirit Fusion Pills that Han Muye refined could earn her a little at most.
What she valued more was actually Han Muye's potential.
Sure enough, in just a short time, big business has come!
With the pills listed on this scroll, it is not impossible to create a storm in the Western Xinjiang cultivation world!
"Each of these pills can change a practitioner's destiny, so they are naturally expensive." Han Muye smiled on his face and said softly: "It's just a chance to buy it, isn't it?"
Bai Suzhen nodded with a complicated expression.
Opportunity.
Once upon a time, she was Han Muye's opportunity.
Now, Han Muye has become her opportunity!
She seemed to be shocked by this huge gap, and she was still a little confused until Han Muye took away the alchemy furnace she used, made an appointment to collect elixirs to make elixirs, and sent them to the door.
"Yu Ming Bone Pill, a fifth-grade pill, if you can refine it to the top grade or above..."
Looking at the backs of Han Muye and Jiang Ming, Bai Suzhen whispered, her eyes shining brightly.
"Li Mubai, you have been stuck at the second level of Nascent Soul for many years, right?"
"When I get the best Jade Bone Pill, I'll see if you will come and beg me for this, my daughter..."
Turning her head, she glanced at the shop behind her, and then said in a deep voice: "I'm going down the mountain."
…
Jiang Ming lowered his head and said nothing as he left Suzhen Building. Han Muye turned to look at him, then smiled and said, "Why, are you still thinking about my deal with Shopkeeper Bai?"
Jiang Ming looked up at him and whispered: "Master, that is the eldest lady of the Bai family. Rumor has it that the Demon Sect is behind her."
Jiang Ming was a casual cultivator, and the rumors he heard were quite mixed.
He was not sure about Bai Suzhen's true identity.
But casual cultivators are somewhat afraid of the Demon Sect.
Relatively speaking, Taoists and sword cultivators have much better reputations.
Han Muye's cooperation with the Demon Sect disciples really made him feel a little unsure.
Demonic practitioners act without scruples and are ruthless.
"Jiang Ming, are we really practicing for others?" Han Muye stopped and suddenly spoke up.
Jiang Ming was stunned and shook his head.
There is no such person among practitioners in the world as a saint who only cares for others.
Such practitioners will not live long.
"Since I am practicing for myself, I am exchanging the alchemy methods I have mastered for benefits. Is there any problem?" Han Muye looked at Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming nodded.
no problem.
Practicing alchemy is not for the sake of obtaining the benefits you need, but is it really for the sake of liking it?
Even Jiang Ming is not really focused on alchemy and has no other desires or pursuits.
"only……"
Before he finished speaking, Han Muye had already spoken for him.
"It's just that cooperating with the people of the Demon Sect in this way will harm the interests of the sect, and we are afraid that the people of the Demon Sect are cold-hearted, right?"
Jiang Ming nodded again.
This is indeed what he is concerned about.
Han Muye laughed and walked forward slowly: "I have already given up on the interests of Dantang."
"As for cooperating with Shopkeeper Bai, if I don't find her, who will help me find the elixir and who will help me sell the elixir?"
The elixirs needed to refine high-grade elixirs are not something you just want.
There is no way, and it may not be possible to collect a pill in ten years.
The same goes for selling elixirs.
How do you expect to be able to sell these valuable elixirs when you have no other means?
It would be nice if you can avoid being taken advantage of.
Bai Suzhen can do these things that Han Muye cannot do, and does them very well.
Han Muye was not afraid that Bai Suzhen would not be able to find the elixir because she wanted to sell the elixir.
He was not afraid that Bai Suzhen would sell the elixir to Jiuxuan Sword Sect's enemies, because Bai Suzhen was smart and would not do such a thing.
She also wants to do long-term business.
As for the interests of the sect, Han Muye had already promised the sect leader Jinze that half of the refined elixirs would be given to the sect for sale.
Taking both public and private interests into account is the right way.
After listening to Han Muye's words, Jiang Ming nodded with a wry smile on his face.
Maybe this is the difference between casual cultivators and sect elites?
The pattern is completely different.
Han Muye said that Jiang Ming, a casual cultivator, felt the most.
As a casual cultivator, what he calculates every day is the instigation of one spiritual stone and two spiritual stones, but elites like Han Muye don't care about spiritual stones at all.
All wealth is for the purpose of aiding cultivation!
This is the way to practice!
On the other hand, would a major sect in Western Xinjiang such as the Jiuxuan Sword Sect require its disciples to dedicate all their interests and opportunities?
If this is true, then the sect will become a being that lies on its disciples and sucks blood.
What kind of cohesion does such a sect have?
The larger the sect, the less likely it is to exploit the disciples within it.
Every sword in the sword pavilion is of extraordinary value. Can’t those disciples just be qualified to receive it?
With just one sword pavilion, there are not many sects in Western Xinjiang that can match the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
"What the big sect lacks is strong men."
"As long as a disciple has the ability, talent, and opportunity, the sect will provide enough resources to help him grow."
"The sect and its disciples complement each other."
Han Muye's voice was filled with emotion.
The rise of Jiuxuan Sword Sect can be seen as the process of countless grassroots practitioners joining together and becoming stronger.
Only such a sect can have cohesion.
It is also this kind of sect that has prospered rapidly in the past thousand years. Under the suppression of other major sects, it bucked the trend and became a major sect in Western Xinjiang.
Han Muye's interests are also tied to Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
The more prosperous the Sword Sect is, the more resources he can obtain and the more stable space he can practice.
"when--"
"when--"
"when--"
On Jiuxuan Mountain, a low copper bell rang.
The voice was low and solemn, this was the death of a master in the realm.
Han Muye was shocked and walked quickly.
When he and Jiang Ming returned to the Sword Pavilion, a group of Sword Battle Hall disciples wearing black robes were already standing in front of the stone steps.
Huang Laoliu, wearing a linen gown with a solemn expression, stood on the stone steps.
Seeing Han Muye coming, he took a step back and made room for his sword to be sheathed.
"While fighting for a mineral deposit with Fengling Sword Sect, he was ambushed, and Xu Haosheng, the elder of Santan Pavilion, died."
Huang Laoliu lowered his voice and spoke softly.
The disputes between Jiuxuan Sword Sect and Fengling Sword Sect are now mostly focused on the spiritual veins of mineral deposits in various places.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect fought in various places under the rule of Fengling Sword Sect and Yuan Tailing Sword Sect, mainly to search for resources.
Naked plunder.
This is the true face of sect warfare in the spiritual world.
Not for these, is it really just for face and ranking?
Han Muye turned his head and looked at the black-robed disciple delivering the sword.
They are all masters of Jianzhan Hall, and the following few are disciples of Santan Pavilion.
Han Muye glanced over, and saw a black-robed disciple standing at the back whose originally sad expression was now filled with a hint of astonishment.
Yang Shao.
A close disciple of Santan Pavilion elder Xu Haosheng.
At the beginning, Han Muye helped Yang Shao practice Bibo Swordsmanship and let him master the first two levels of Bibo Swordsmanship. Xu Haosheng took him under his wing as a close disciple.
Some time ago in the Falun Tower, Yang Shao asked Han Muye to perform the third level of Fa Bibo swordsmanship.
However, Han Muye said that Yang Shao's cultivation level was not good enough and he refused.
"Xu Haosheng, the elder of Santan Pavilion, heroically killed the enemy and died of exhaustion. The disciples of the Sword Battle Hall brought back his sword and sent it to the sword pavilion."
The short-bearded middle-aged man holding a long sword looked solemn and took a step forward, holding the sword in both hands.
Han Muye nodded and reached out to pick up the sword.
"Wait a moment."
At this moment, a voice sounded from the team delivering the sword.
A young man in black robe bowed to Han Muye, and then said: "Senior brother, according to the sect's rules, the swords collected by the sword pavilion can be temporarily kept in the sword pavilion if there is a claimant under the sect, right?"
Han Muye nodded and said, "Not bad."
Although the sect fell, all the swords that could be brought back would be taken back to the sword pavilion, but those masters had sect members and relatives, and if these people applied for the swords, they could take them back.
Just like when Luo Yisheng brought back his son's relics.
However, this application is not available to everyone.
"Su Chengyun, what qualifications do you have to apply for Master's sword?"
Someone in the team shouted loudly.
"That is, applying for the master's sword does not only depend on the disciple's skill and cultivation, but also on the closeness."
Someone shouted loudly.
Of course there are rules for applying for a sword.
Discuss the closeness and distance first, and then rank the strong and weak.
Is it possible that the sword was passed on to outsiders instead of being given to the direct relatives?
Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the sword, then gently held the hilt and unsheathed the sword.
An icy air instantly filled the air.
Spiritual weapon.
No wonder these disciples want to fight.
It is relatively easy to apply for a sword. You have to rely on your own cultivation and merit to receive a spiritual weapon, and you must at least go to the earth realm to become a god.
"Now, Xu Haosheng, the elder of Santan Pavilion, is admitted to the Sword Pavilion. Within three years, his disciples can apply for the sword with a letter from their sect."
After saying that, he held the long sword in both hands and turned around to enter the sword pavilion.
Huang Laoliu took his place and began to collect other swords.
The long sword of the spiritual weapon level will naturally be sent to the second floor of the sword pavilion.
Han Muye, holding a sword in both hands, slowly climbed up the stairs, his palms resting on the hilt of the sword.
The sword energy is poured into it, and the long sword vibrates.
There are fragments of sword intent circulating in the sword, but it is a pity that it has not yet taken shape.
A picture emerged in Han Muye's mind.
The green-robed Taoist is elegant and easy-going.
Xu Haosheng, the elder of Santan Pavilion, is a master of water veins and is in the first level of the God Enlightenment Stage. His swordsmanship is good at Blue Waves, Chasing Waves, and Cloud River.
Nearly three hundred years of life, condensed pictures, practice, sword practice, and missions.
The picture keeps changing, and the life of a sect monk seems to be condensed on this long sword.
Life, death, honor and disgrace are all closely related to the sect.
Han Muye has seen too many scenes like this.
Ordinary life is not a happy thing.
Who among the mortals in this world can live for three hundred years?
Who among ordinary people can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and live freely for three hundred years?
Cultivation can have more wonderful things besides immortality.
The long sword vibrated, and Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
In the picture in his mind, a young man wearing a green robe holding a long sword stood outside a large city.
"After a hundred years of vicissitudes, I have not been able to end love and sex after all..."