Wang Jintai's uncle, Wang Minghe, was the boss of the Xuanling Sword Sect who guarded the entire wasteland.
Wang Jintai guarded Qingyun Town by himself and collected enough resources for practice.
For him, there will be no problem at all in three to five hundred years when he enters the Hall of Immortals of the Xuanling Sword Sect, which can only be entered by the Human Immortal Realm.
And he was willing to write a letter of recommendation to Han Muye and also instruct Han Muye to use the income from the Wujin Mine to manage his affairs, because he valued Han Muye's cultivation and combat prowess.
This is consistent with the reason why Zhao Chen is optimistic about Han Muye and invests in advance.
Practitioners should not just look at the present, but also look at the long term.
Three to five hundred years, just a snap of the fingers.
"Senior Brother Wang is right." Han Muye nodded.
Han Muye's temperament is quite aloof from the world.
No matter what Wang Jintai's considerations were, whether she wrote a letter of recommendation or asked him to take care of it, it was an act of concern and goodwill, and Han Muye would not refuse it.
It is said that most of the stowaway practitioners caught in the wasteland in the past few years were taken to the Buxian Realm to mine, and a few unlucky ones were even beheaded.
The main reason why Han Muye was so nourished as soon as he arrived in the immortal world was that he gave himself the identity of a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.
The world of immortals and gods has been looking for him as a disciple of the Immortal Lord for five million years. At present, it seems that he is still safe as a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.
The black gold mine was indeed rich, and the ore mined was eventually loaded into twenty carts.
These black gold mines that have not yet been smelted and purified take up a lot of space and are extremely heavy. If they are loaded on a flying boat, it will probably cost a lot of money.
On the other hand, it would be cheaper to use monster beasts to draw a cart and low-level immortal cultivators to escort them.
As for packing it in a storage bag and flying thousands of miles to trade everywhere, according to what Zhao Chen said, is it worthwhile?
The space in the fairy world is stable, and the storage space is also suppressed.
A storage bag that can hold so many and heavy spiritual materials is inherently valuable, and only great monks are eligible to own it.
A great monk packs these things in his personal storage bag, and then flies thousands of miles to transport and trade them. Okay, just give him a million remuneration.
In fact, it is the same whether it is the fairy world or the secular world of cultivation. Business firms and low-level practitioners still follow the path of strength in numbers.
A truly powerful and powerful person at a high level no longer cares much about external things, and only the wealth, the Dharma couple, and the land are always with them.
The world of a great monk is different from that of a low-level practitioner.
Three days later, together with the five carts purchased by Jujin Trading Company, a total of twenty-five carts slowly left Qingyun Town under the escort of hundreds of immortal cultivators.
Han Muye, Zhao Chen and others also rode flaming horses and left together.
The flaming horse can travel 30,000 miles a day and carry a load of 100,000 jins.
Outside Qingyun Town, Wang Jintai stood in front of Qingshi Avenue, watching the motorcade go away.
Behind him stood Zhang Yunji and others.
"If my vision is not bad, Junior Brother Han will definitely soar into the sky."
As the motorcade drove away, Wang Jintai looked back at Zhang Yunji.
"Yunji, if there is anything you don't understand about practice, please come and ask me."
Zhang Yunji was shocked, his face showed joy, he bowed and said: "Disciple understands."
This is the benefit of making friends with Uncle Han!
Because he has been close to Han Muye these days, he is now valued by Wang Jintai.
In the future, if Han Muye can have the opportunity to take charge of one side, or if he has enough power in the Xuanling Sword Sect, Zhang Yunji will have more opportunities.
The other Xuanling Sword Sect disciples around him showed envy in their eyes.
In Qingyun Town, Wang Jintai is the sky.
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Fuliao Wasteland is vast and vast, with all kinds of monsters and beasts mixed together.
Just ten thousand miles out of Qingyun Town, the caravan has already killed seven or eight monsters.
These demonic beasts with low intelligence and average strength only rushed in based on their induction of the power of the immortal energy. The result was naturally their skin and bones.
Immortal cultivators are not very interested in food and drink, but it is not impossible to have them.
For example, at this moment, the steaming soup has qi, blood and evil spirit gurgling in it. Eating a bowl of it is no different from swallowing a tonic elixir.
The path of alchemy and weapon refining in the immortal world are not prosperous, and there are not many people who have profound attainments in these two paths.
First, there are enough resources. Many fairy medicines can be directly swallowed to improve cultivation, and many spiritual materials can be refined into weapons.
Secondly, low-level immortal cultivators are not taken seriously, and large sects will not invest resources in these people.
The resources of Alchemy Dao and Qi Dao are in the hands of big forces.
"Brother Han, the Fire Spreading City we are going to now is a large city in Fuliao Wasteland that mainly focuses on weapon refining."
"Ore from various places will be transported there and then smelted into spiritual materials suitable for refining magic weapons and spiritual weapons."
Spreading Fire City is about 300,000 miles away from Qingyun Town, which is not too far. At the speed of Lieyan Horse, it can be reached in about ten days.
It is precisely because of this that Han Muye goes with the caravan.
After sending the Wujin ore to Scattered Fire City, Han Muye will directly use the teleportation array to go directly to Yunlu City.
Flying 80 million miles across Fuliao Wasteland is not difficult for Han Muye, but outsiders dare not.
Without the pinnacle of heaven, who would dare to cross the wasteland alone?
Han Muye chose to teleport to Sanhuo City because he didn't want to attract too much attention.
Zhao Chen's original itinerary was to visit a few more garrison cities, but in order to go to Yunlu City with Han Muye, he changed his original plan.
Du Sanzhen and others gathered around, meditating and adjusting their breath, while looking around cautiously.
Among the twenty carts of Wujin ore, one cart was owned by Han Muye, and Du Sanzhen and the others were responsible for protecting this cart of ore.
Don't look at the 20 cartloads of gold mines that were mined. With so much mined, Wang Jintai and Han Muye could only share half of it, each with five cartloads.
Ninety percent of the remaining ten carts of ore will be turned over to the Xuanling Sword Sect.
There is still a cartload of proceeds to be used to manage the various parties. Disciples like Zhang Yunji want to share some of the soup.
Han Muye sold four of the carts to Zhao Chen like Wang Jintai in exchange for eight million fairy spirit stones. He kept the remaining cart and took it to Spreading Fire City.
A cart of ore is worth two million fairy spirit stones.
If you transport it to Scattered Fire City, you can get an additional 30% profit.
Han Muye didn't care about the 30% profit, he was somewhat interested in the smelting of Scattered Fire City.
Eight million immortal spirit stones are already a huge sum of money, and ordinary heavenly cultivators will never be able to afford it.
Han Muye had a background in the Xuanling Sword Sect, so Wang Jintai shared the ores equally with him.
If you are an ordinary outside sect cultivator, it would be great if you can give him hundreds of thousands of immortal spirit stones.
The fairy world is a fairy world controlled by the sect, and the resources cannot be mined by anyone who wants to mine them.
As the caravan moved forward, it encountered monsters and some scattered immortal cultivators along the way.
If the monsters didn't come to intrude, the caravan guards wouldn't take action.
As for the scattered immortal cultivators, some will follow the caravan and rush together, while others will leave quietly.
"The dangers in the wasteland are not only these monsters, but also humans." Zhao Chen, riding on a black flaming horse, said in a deep voice as he looked at the three immortal cultivators flying away.
"The three brothers of the Lu family, each of whom has the second level of cultivation of the Nascent Soul in the Heaven Realm, has a bad reputation on the wasteland business road." Behind Zhao Chen, a middle-aged man wearing half armor had murderous intent in his eyes.
Life for low-level immortal cultivators is not easy.
Struggling with various tasks every day, you will fall if you are not careful.
Han Muye looked forward, with a smile on his face.
"boom--"
The three brothers walked quickly and retreated quickly.
A group of black cavalry came rushing in like a tidal wave, chasing the three figures and rolling back.
In front of the caravan, two middle-aged guards wearing half-armor looked at each other and galloped out: "The Jujin Trading Company's caravan is here. Stop anyone who comes -"
A large golden flag was pulled open, with the words "Jujin" written on it.
There is a faint fairy light on the golden characters.
This flag is still a treasure.
Streams of light flashed, protecting the convoy behind.
A power to soothe the soul fell on the flaming horses pulling the cart, calming down these somewhat restless flaming horses.
"It's the Wasteland Bandit." The white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen narrowed his eyes.
In the wilderness, there are inevitably people who have no business.
Wasteland Bandit is one of them.
"We are only 20,000 miles away from Qingyun Town, and there are such bandits?" Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he spoke softly.
After hearing his words, Zhao Chen shook his head and said helplessly: "Brother Han, the big sect won't care about this."
As long as the interests of the major sects are not harmed, monsters and bandits are nothing more than whetstones.
As a superior, Han Muye has already seen through this.
When he left the Yuantian Star Territory, didn't he also arrange for the invasion of the spirit-armored demon clan as a training ground for the cultivation world?
The gold-gathering banner was unfurled, and the three Lu family brothers who were escaping paused for a moment.
But the violent aura clashed behind them, and the three of them looked at each other with murderous intent floating around them.
If you don't charge, you will be crushed by the gathered force of the wasteland bandit army behind you.
"Get out of the way——"
The leader of the Lu family shouted violently, his immortal energy suddenly appeared in his body, his Yuan Ying came out of his body, he held a foot-long black war gun in his hand, and rushed directly towards the banner in front.
The eyes of the white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen flashed.
Zhao Chen had a relaxed look on his face, and his fingers on the saddle moved lightly.
"boom--"
The spear hit the faint light curtain, and a large golden flag rolled up, wrapping the spear.
The boss of the Lu family, who was holding a spear, changed his expression greatly. He wanted to let go, but found that he couldn't let go at all.
"Hurry up!" He shouted, and several talismans flew out from his body and exploded forward.
The two Lu brothers from behind also took action at the same time, smashing down their long knives and a round fan.
However, in front of them, three caravan guards rushed out and formed a formation to block them.
"Bang——"
The talismans around the boss of the Lu family exploded, but they were unable to damage the gold-gathering flag. The spear was already wrapped in the flag, and the halo on it was shaking and about to break.
The boss of the Lu family looked pale, but he couldn't let go of his hands. The blood and immortal energy from his body were rapidly extracted by the big flag.
"Hoho-"
The black-armored warriors rushed forward, and the army stood thousands of feet away.
"Jujin Trading Company?"
"Haha, the old rule is, leave 30% of your belongings and the convoy will pass by."
A tall, middle-aged man wearing black armor and holding a big sword in his hand smiled, glanced at the convoy, and then stared at the big flag that held Boss Lu's spear.
Behind him, figures gathered together.
Thirty percent, the old rule.
Caravan walking is about harmony and wealth.
Handing over 30% of the income is basically no profit, but it is still better than losing your life.
Beside Zhao Chen, several guards with dignified auras turned their heads slightly and looked at Zhao Chen.
If it hadn't been for the Young Master's leadership, the caravan might have bargained a lot and finally handed over about 20% of the goods and left it at that.
But today, the Young Master’s family is leading the team, so I don’t know if they will be able to hand it over.
"Thirty percent is too much, one million immortal spirit stones." Zhao Chen raised his head and said calmly: "Since we talk about rules, then follow the rules."
After the words fell, he raised his hand a little.
"Bang——"
The gold-gathering banner in front directly cut off Boss Lu's spear, and then rolled it back to wrap his entire body.
Boss Lu was also in the heavenly realm, but he was wrapped in a big flag, but even Nascent Soul couldn't escape, and his body turned into withered bones.
This change only happened in an instant. The expressions of the other two members of the Lu family changed drastically. They turned around and were about to run away. Two long golden arrows from the caravan shot out and pinned them down.
The white-bearded old man following Zhao Chen slowly put away his long bow, with a look of indifference on his face.
One bow and two arrows, kill two heavenly beings.
The three brothers of the Lu family, who were involved in the business world, were greatly repaired in the heavenly realm, but they died here in just an instant.
After killing three people, the old man with white beard drew his long bow again.
The wasteland bandits thousands of feet away were in panic. The leading man in black armor looked solemn, raised his sword, and the green and black immortal energy on his body condensed into the shape of a ten-foot-long black bear.
Beside him, several heavenly wasteland thieves also connected their energy and blood with the fairy light.
The long bow of the white-bearded old man put a lot of pressure on them.
"Bang——"
The long bow shot a golden arrow, which was inserted five hundred feet away.
The long arrow entered the ground three feet, and there were still five feet left to vibrate.
"This Shaodong's rule is that to get these one million fairy spirit stones, you need to come to me alive." Zhao Chen raised his hand and threw a storage bag on the ground in front of the flaming horse.
provocative!
This is a provocation to the Wasteland Bandits!
With Zhao Chen's words, the Wasteland Bandit's original panic turned into anger.
The sword-wielding man in front slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Zhao Chen.
"It turns out to be the young owner of Jujin Trading Company."
"That's more than 30 percent."
There was a look of arrogance on his face, he raised his hand slightly, and the black war horse he stepped on stepped out.
"If I catch you, I will take 30 million from Jujin Trading Company to redeem my life!"
"boom--"
The black war cavalry gathered together, using the big man in black armor as the tip of the arrow, which transformed into a triangular cone shape and rushed hundreds of feet away in an instant.
Behind Zhao Chen, more than a dozen guards rushed out, forming a formation of three or three, ready to stand ready.
The big bow in the hand of the white-bearded old man turned into a semicircle, and a long golden arrow in it revealed a dazzling spiritual light.
The immortal cultivators recruited from Qingyun Town all guarded their positions and protected themselves with weapons in their hands.
Du Sanzhen and the others had already surrounded the cart they were going to protect, and their eyes fell on the front.
They saw Han Muye sitting upright, seemingly not paying attention to the black-armored bandits coming like a torrent.
Zhao Chen turned his head slightly and glanced at Han Muye.
In the past, this was the rule when he met bandits, but he would not provoke them directly like today.
He really took out one million immortal spirit stones.
This time, he needs to show his strength.
Whether it's trading or cooperation, they all require equal strength.
Han Muye's power in overcoming the tribulation in Yunqi Swamp has been demonstrated. Now, Zhao Chen needs to let Han Muye see that Jujin Trading Company, Zhao Chen, is qualified to call him "Brother Han".
"Bang——"
The white-bearded old man shot an arrow from his hand.
Ahead, the gold-gathering banner instantly dissipated, turning into a golden stream of light that attached to the long arrow that was shot, penetrating the void and shooting towards the black-armored warrior who was galloping first.
"Good archery."
Han Muye spoke calmly.
Zhao Chen chuckled.
"boom--"
The long arrow flew five hundred feet and collided with the arrow transformed by the black armored warrior.