As Zhu Wuwang's voice fell, a huge force fell from the sky and hit the boat.
It's like mountains of ten thousand feet were smashed down, and the water surface of the sea within a radius of ten miles was pressed down by a hundred feet.
With such power, the boat sank instantly. The face of the young man lying on the bow turned red, and blood overflowed from his seven orifices.
Han Muye snorted coldly, raised his hand and stabbed out with his sword.
The light of the sword caused the endless sea water to envelop the small boat.
The first sword of water veins, Hengzhou.
Hengzhou's sword can not only hurt the enemy, but also defend himself.
The light of the sword stirred up the sea water, enveloping the boat in its ups and downs, transferring all the overwhelming power into the waves.
The water is soft.
No matter how strong the pressure is, it is just one more layer of waves.
If it were in the endless sea, Han Muye's water affinity wouldn't be able to attract much sea water, and it would definitely not be able to withstand the heavy pressure from the sky.
But outside the Broken Star Island, the water is clear, and all the sea water is soft and docile. The affinity is in harmony with the sea water, just like your own arms.
The huge force was released and turned into wild waves.
The young man lying on the canoe breathed a long sigh of relief. He looked up and saw water all over the sky, like a canopy.
He turned his head slightly, with a hint of excitement on his face, kowtowed to Han Muye, and whispered: "Great Immortal, Great Immortal..."
He never knew that there were practitioners in the world who could protect mortals.
On Firefly Island, which practitioner would rescue a mortal?
This great immortal seems to be different from those people.
Han Muye didn't pay attention to him, but raised the sword in his hand again.
At this time, in mid-air, Zhu Wuwu, whose white robe was stained with blood, stared closely at Han Muye, his eyes piercing the water curtain like a sword.
Beside him, there was an old man wearing a black robe, with his hands behind his back, surging with strength.
The old man has a long beard on his chest, a figure of more than seven feet, and his eyes are narrowed.
"Haha, someone with such affinity with water veins, I wonder what the relationship is between my little friend and Shui Ling Palace?" The old man's voice was light.
"I Qiyao Pavilion Zuo Tianya, maybe what happened today was just a misunderstanding."
Hearing the old man's misunderstanding, Zhu ignored his eyes and turned to look, then lowered his head.
Shuiling Palace, Qiyao Pavilion.
From the small jade sword, Han Muye saw pictures of all the forces on Broken Star Island.
On the fifteenth floor of the Three Palaces and Seven Pavilions, the six-story sword pavilion that Han Muye was looking for was the Liukui Pavilion, one of the seven pavilions.
The owner of the small jade sword was once the shopkeeper of Yujing Sword Shop on Yinghuo Island under Liukui Pavilion.
Shuiling Palace, Yuling Palace, Ten Thousand Demons Palace.
There are three palaces that inherit mysteries. There are many great monks among them, and they are the number one force on Broken Star Island.
Each of the seven pavilions has a strong person in charge, no matter who is the best.
As for the fifteenth floor, every family has a big monk, and each has its own territory and business.
Broken Star Island is an island full of business.
This Zuo Tianya is from Qiyao Pavilion. Perhaps, Qiyao Sword Sect is behind Qiyao Pavilion.
Han Muye could feel the tyrannical power coming from the other party.
This is a great swordsman who is at least five levels out of body.
Without the power of Dao Zheng and the power of the endless sea to suppress him, this person's combat power is extremely strong.
However, for the out-of-body and god-transforming monks, Han Muye's soul was stable and he was not afraid of a battle.
"Misunderstand?"
"Maybe you also misunderstood. I am not from Shuiling Palace, nor do I belong to any of the three palaces."
Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, his sword pointed forward.
Hearing his words, Zhu Wuwu grinned. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zuo Tianya beside him speak again: "It's okay to have a misunderstanding. We don't know each other without fighting. On behalf of Qiyao Pavilion, I welcome you to Broken Star Island."
After saying that, without waiting for Han Muye's reply, he chuckled, turned around and ran away.
Zhu ignored the smile on his lips and froze, not knowing what to do for a moment.
The edge of the sword in Han Muye's hand slowly turned and pointed at Zhu Wuwu.
Zhu Wuwu was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran away without saying a word.
He was seriously injured and was frightened by Han Muye's methods. He did not dare to confront Han Muye again.
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
If you don't fight, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, he came to Broken Star Island because of the six-story sword pavilion related to the jade sword.
The six-story sword pavilion is related to the inheritance of the three days in the world of Xianyuan. Han Muye has long wanted to know what the three days are like.
The more practitioners he came into contact with, the more curious he became about the three days in the world of Immortal Source.
Is that really a place that rules the world and has countless powers?
Why did Tianxuan Daozu say that the last three days were not a good place?
When Zuo Tianya and Zhu Wuwen left, the young man lying on the bow deck sat down and took a few long breaths.
Seeing Han Muye turning to look at him, the young man quickly leaned down again: "Great Immortal, my name is Zeng Daniu, and he is a fisherman."
As he spoke, he kowtowed several times and then said: "Great Immortal, you want a blood sacrifice, and I am willing to sacrifice my life. I just hope that the Great Immortal will give me half a day, and I will go make arrangements for the family."
Han Muye looked at Zeng Daniu's expression, he really looked like he was willing to be sacrificed with blood.
Are there really many such mortal blood sacrifices on Firefly Island?
Han Muye has never seen this matter in Jade Little Sword. Perhaps mortal life is such a small matter that Jade Little Sword will not care about it.
"Okay, I'll go to Yujing Sword Shop."
"After you make arrangements for your family, come to Yujing Sword Shop to find me."
Han Muye nodded, with a calm expression. He moved and flew down to the coast, then looked down and headed towards the center of the island.
Over there, spiritual energy rises into a pillar of light, and there is a continuous street market.
"Yujingjianpu..." Zeng Daniu whispered with bitterness on his face, took a deep breath, and looked at the fish and shrimp that had been crushed to pulp in the fishing net in front of the boat.
He scattered the fish and shrimps into the sea, shook off the fishing nets, collected a few more fish, and then drove the boat to the inlet on the coast.
Over there, there is a small hidden water village with some small canoes parked.
At this time, Zuo Tianya, who had already escaped from the sea outside Yinghuo Island, paused and turned to look at Zhu Wuwu who was following behind him.
"Uncle Master."
Zhu Mingli hurriedly lowered his head.
Although he cultivated out of body, his cultivation encountered a bottleneck and there was no hope of improvement, so he was not taken seriously in the sect.
And this Master Zuo Tianya not only controls the financial power of the sect, he is also the great swordsman who massacred one side in the past.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In front of Zuo Tianya, Zhu Wuwu felt guilty in his heart.
Qiyao Sword Sect has no rules against killing fellow sect members.
Zuo Tianya's eyes fell on Zhu Wuwu and said calmly: "Do you know why I didn't take action?"
Why?
Zhu Wulan raised his head, doubts on his face.
"The world of spiritual practice is not just about fighting and killing, but also about the exchange of resources."
"Why do you have to do it yourself when you can eat, drink, and get things done?" Zuo Tianya narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.
eat and drink?
"Let's go, since that kid said he is not from the Third Palace, then his life is not worth many spiritual stones."
"Let's go to the Death Building to issue a mission. Thirty thousand spirit beads should be enough to kill that kid."
Post a task?
Death building?
Thirty thousand spirit beads?
That's worth 30 million spiritual stones, which is not a small amount, but is it too little to buy the life of a strong man who can hurt a swordsman who is an out-of-body sword cultivator?
Zhu Wuwu felt that Broken Star Island seemed completely different from the world of cultivation.
In the world of spiritual practice, the strong are respected, it seems like here, isn't it?
"Do you think that the rules of Broken Star Island are weird and different from those in the cultivation world?" Zuo Tianya said calmly as he flew away without looking back.
Zhu Wuwu nodded.
In the sect, he has also been practicing for thousands of years, and his ancestors exist.
But in front of his master uncle, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in the slightest.
"Broken Star Island was specially developed by the Endless Heavenly Lord as a place to trade with several big worlds."
"Yuling Palace, one of the three palaces, was established by the Yuling Dao Sect in the Immortal World."
"Tianzun, do you know what it means?"
"Have you ever heard of the name Yuling Daozong?"
Zuo Tianya spoke softly, turning his head to look at Zhu Wuwu as if he was pointing something.
Horror flashed across Zhu Wuli's eyes, and he nodded stiffly.
Tianzun is the most powerful person in the realm, capable of suppressing a realm and achieving great power in an unknown realm.
The world of Immortal Origin was suppressed by two or three Heavenly Lords before it became a big world and spread across all realms.
As for the name of Yuling Taoist Sect, how could Zhu Wuwu, who has been practicing for thousands of years, not hear about it?
That is one of the top sects in the three days of Xianyuan World.
There is a Heavenly Lord in Yuling Dao Sect!
Where is this Broken Star Island, and why are there so many big forces involved?
Zhu Wuwu was already at a loss.
My master warned me at the beginning that if I encountered a life-or-death disaster during a Dao dispute, I would follow the instructions and go to Broken Star Island to avoid disaster.
But he has no idea what kind of place Broken Star Island is?
Zuo Tianya shook his head, his figure activated the spiritual light, and headed towards a large island that looked like land in front of him.
Over there, there are spiritual lights shining on the island, and there must be a trace of blood lingering on them.
…
Firefly Island has a radius of about three hundred miles, and there are at least hundreds of islands like Firefly Island in this sea area of Broken Star Island.
Han Muye arrived at the island town market in just a quarter of an hour.
This street market is already considered a small city. There are contiguous fields outside the city, and it can be seen that elixirs and spiritual grains are planted in them.
There are also many spiritual fruits that Han Muye has never seen before.
This field has obviously been improved, and there is a trace of spiritual energy permeating it.
Those who tend the fields include ordinary people and spiritual practitioners.
I don’t know if these people farm their own land or if they belong to some faction.
Walking along the avenue to the outside of the city gate, Han Muye could see many practitioners in the city.
On the bluestone paved road, the practitioners coming and going had different clothes and different cultivation levels.
On the contrary, the vast majority of practitioners are smiling.
This Broken Star Island seems to be a paradise for cultivation.
Walking on the bluestone road, the surrounding scenery overlapped with the jade sword in his memory. Han Muye narrowed his eyes and walked forward slowly.
There are shops on both sides of the street, some selling talismans, some selling elixirs, some selling classics, some selling formation disks...
Some shops have three or five facades connected together, giving them an extraordinary impression, while some shops have only a small corner facade.
There are also many people just beside the avenue, placing some spiritual materials, elixirs, or alchemy furnaces, and swords.
What's interesting is that in the market full of practitioners, there are also many ordinary people, either working as servants or selling food.
Han Muye had only seen this kind of scene in the imperial city.
But the Imperial City is the essence of the entire Tianxuan world.
If all the hundreds of islands on Broken Star Island had this kind of street scene, it might really be no less than Tianxuan Imperial City!
There may be unimaginable power behind Broken Star Island!
After passing three miles and turning four streets, Han Muye looked up and saw a two-story building.
"Yujingjianpu."
The doors and windows are slightly mottled, and the stone steps are covered with moss. It can be seen that no one has been here for a long time.
The branches and leaves of the two magnolia trees in front of the store have covered the windows of the small building.
Someone in the shop beside the road saw Han Muye standing motionless in front of the Yujingjian shop and asked, "Are you fellow Taoist here to evaluate the sword?"
"Fellow Taoist Zhao Yujing left Yinghuo Island thirty years ago and has never come back."
"If you are looking for someone to evaluate swordsmanship, you can go to Chuanhe Sword Shop on Langping Street."
Han Muye turned to look at the shop selling fish bone utensils, with a smile on his face and said, "You must be Uncle Jia Wu."
Jia Wu's memory in the Jade Little Sword is that he is connected to the earth, he is enthusiastic, and he has a good relationship with the owner of the little sword, Zhao Yujing.
Jia Wu was stunned and looked at Han Muye with a blank look on his face.
"My name is Han Muye, and Zhao Yujing is my uncle. He got an opportunity and returned to the sect. He told me to come to Yujing Sword Shop."
"Uncle Zhao said that Uncle Jia is warm-hearted, and anyone who doesn't understand business in the sword shop can ask Uncle Jia."
Hearing Han Muye say that Zhao Yujing had the opportunity to return to the sect, Jia Wu's face showed joy and a bit of envy.
He looked at Han Muye and nodded: "Your big sect is better, unlike us casual cultivators..."
Having said this, he stood up and cupped his hands towards Han Muye and said, "Jia Wu has met Shopkeeper Han. I have been hanging out in the market on Yinghuo Island for many years. If there is anything you don't understand about Shopkeeper Han, feel free to ask."
Han Muye returned the salute, walked to the closed door of the sword shop, raised his hand, and a golden sword light hit the door.
The jade sword contains the record of the method of opening the door. Even if there is no record of it, the method of sealing it with the inheritance of the sword pavilion will not be difficult for Han Muye.
Seeing Han Muye opening the store, Jia Wu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling really relieved.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The technique cannot deceive people, and those who are not immersed in the practice cannot open the door of the sword shop so easily.
Han Muye said that he was a descendant of Zhao Yujing, the owner of the sword shop, which should be true.
The sword shop here is open, attracting people from surrounding shops to watch.
Jia Wu then introduced Han Muye’s identity.
Many people were envious of Zhao Yujing's opportunity, and then greeted Han Muye.
According to the memory in the jade sword, Han Muye named the identities of several familiar shop owners only as told by his uncle.
In this way, no one will doubt it anymore.
The sect behind Zhao Yujing is a major sect in swordsmanship. When he opened this sword shop here, it was a big deal.
Looking at Han Muye's demeanor at this time, he doesn't look like he came from a small sect.
In fact, most of the cultivators on Broken Star Island are casual cultivators who came here by chance and then relied on various major forces to earn a living.
I am naturally a bit afraid and fawning over people with great power.
Han Muye chatted with everyone, and after becoming familiar with them, he returned to the store.
The first floor of the sword shop is decorated with wooden frames like a sword pavilion.
Zhao Yujing's identity is a sword pavilion trial disciple, and he is not even qualified to control a three-story sword pavilion. This Yujing Sword Shop is his preparation for accumulating swords.
Unfortunately, he died while out looking for opportunities.
Most of the wooden shelves on the first floor were empty, except for one or two swords, which were covered with dust and were low-level swords that were not even considered spiritual weapons.
This Yujing Sword Shop originally sold swords, and sometimes also helped people evaluate swords.
As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, my understanding of swords is unparalleled by outsiders.
Zhao Yujing had accumulated a lot of connections while helping others judge swordsmanship on Yinghuo Island, and that was how he got some chance information.
On the second floor of the small building, there is a quiet room for practicing and a waiting room for sword evaluation.
It's just that Zhao Yujing hasn't returned for thirty years, so this small building is full of dust.
Han Muye inspected the upstairs and downstairs, and then started cleaning.
That small jade sword is related to the opportunity of the six-story sword pavilion.
But it was not easy for him, Han Muye, to obtain Jiange.
At least he first wanted to be Zhao Yujing's nephew, run the business here, accumulate connections, and attract the attention of the Jiange practitioners.
Without the guidance of the sword pavilion disciples, he would have nowhere to go to find the six-story sword pavilion.
It took half a day for Han Muye to tidy up the quiet room on the second floor of the small building.
When he went downstairs, he saw Cao Daniu lying on the side at the door, looking over.
Watching Han Muye go downstairs, Zeng Daniu hurriedly lay down on the stone steps and said, "Great Immortal, Zeng Daniu is here. I am willing to offer a blood sacrifice to the Great Immortal."
Hearing his words, Han Muye nodded and said, "How did you explain it at home?"
Han Muye's words stunned Zeng Daniu.
He lowered his head and said softly: "I, I told my mother-in-law that a great immortal will accept me as a servant and I will return in three years."
"Well, if I don't come back for three years, she takes her children and looks for another family..."
Zeng Daniu lowered his head and his voice became lower and lower.
"Well, then you can work as a servant in this store. You will have room and board in the store, and you can go back to visit your relatives once a month."
"Salary and other things, it depends on your performance. If the business in the store is good, three to five spiritual stones a month is still enough."
Han Muye looked at the getting darker sky outside the door and said calmly.
"Ah?" Zeng Daniu looked up blankly.
He came to sacrifice his life in blood.
In the water village, for three to five years, there are always people who have been blood sacrificed by practitioners.
For mortals outside the city, this matter has become a routine.
Zeng Daniu told his family that he was going to be a servant, but when he didn't come back for three years, his mother-in-law's face already made some guesses.
"You don't want to?" Han Muye frowned: "If you don't want to, then leave quickly. You can still get out of the city before dark."
Don't want to?
Zeng Daniu was stupid and said he didn't want to.
On Firefly Island, as long as anyone can be a servant of a cultivator, wouldn’t that family have no worries about food and drink?
The island is hit by wind and waves, and ordinary people go hungry for half the year.
Zeng Daniu supported his family by himself and had a little savings, but he had to risk his life at sea to earn it.
On Firefly Island, the most nourishing mortals are those who are taken as servants by the practitioners.
"I do, I do!"
Zeng Daniu was busy kowtowing to Han Muye, and his forehead made a "puffing" sound when he hit the bluestone steps.
"Okay, from now on you can build a floor on the first floor of the store, open the door early in the morning and close the door in the evening. Don't neglect it."
Looking back at the dusty first-floor shop, Han Muye raised his hand and said, "You clean it yourself, I'll go find some bedding."
Zeng Daniu hurriedly said that he didn't need a bedding. He lay down on the small sampan and slept on the sea.
Han Muye was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he went out to find a store selling household items, took a spiritual stone, and bought bedding and some furniture.
Some wooden frames were also customized.
After thirty years of neglect, many items in the sword shop were rotten.
With a piece of spiritual stone, not only did I buy various items, but the boss also promised to deliver various wooden frames to my door tomorrow, and also helped prune the magnolia tree in front of the door and repair the doors and windows in the shop.
When Han Muye returned to the shop, he saw that Zeng Daniu had cleaned the first floor, wiped the counter and wooden shelves, and was repairing the wooden shelves with a hammer he had found somewhere.
