Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1062 Black Gold Mine, Wasteland Bandits

Wang Jintai’s grand uncle, Wang Minghe, was the big boss guarding the entire wasteland for the Black Gold Mine.

Wang Jintai himself guarded Qingyun Town, and the resources he collected were sufficient for cultivation.

For him, there was no problem entering the Hall of Immortals in the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, which only people in the immortal realm could enter, 300 to 500 years later.

He was willing to write a recommendation letter for Han Muye and also advised him to use the resources obtained from the Black Gold Mine to establish connections, showing that he valued Han Muye’s cultivation and combat power.

This was similar to Zhao Chen’s high regard for Han Muye and early investment.

Cultivators could not only look at the immediate future.
They had to look at the long term.

Three to five hundred years were but a blink of an eye.

“Senior Brother Wang is right,” Han Muye nodded.

Han Muye’s temperament was somewhat indifferent to worldly matters.

Regardless of Wang Jintai’s motives, whether it was writing a recommendation letter or helping him establish connections, it was considered a gesture of care and goodwill, and Han Muye would not refuse.

It was said that in recent years, most of the cultivation practitioners caught in the wasteland were sent to the Bitter Immortal Region for mining, and a few unlucky ones were even executed.

The main reason why Han Muye was able to thrive in the immortal realm was because he assumed the identity of a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

The Immortal World had been searching for him, this Heavenly Venerable, for five million years, and for now, it is still safer for him to remain a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

The Black Gold Mine was indeed rich and in the end, they extracted enough ore to fill 20 large carts.

These unrefined Wu Jin ores took up a lot of space and were extremely heavy.
If they were to be transported by flying ships, it would likely require significant effort.

On the other hand, it would be more cost-effective to use the demonic beasts, Flame Horses, to pull carts.

As for using storage bags to directly fly thousands of miles for trading, as Zhao Chen suggested, was it worth it?

The space in the Immortal World was stable, and his storage space was also suppressed.

Storage bags that could hold so many heavy spiritual materials were already quite valuable and only high-level cultivators were qualified to possess them.

If a Peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivator used his personal storage bag to transport these items thousands of miles away for trade, it could work, but he would need a million in compensation.

In fact, whether in the immortal realm or the mortal cultivation world, the path taken by merchants and low-level cultivators was still one that relied on numbers.

True powerful experts of higher levels no longer cared much about material possessions, as wealth and techniques were all with them at all times.

The world of high-level cultivators was different from that of low-level cultivators.

Three days later, under the escort of hundreds of cultivators, including the five carts purchased from the Jujin Trading House, a total of 25 carts slowly left Qingyun Town.

Han Muye, Zhao Chen, and others also rode the Flame Horses as they departed together.

Flame Horses could travel thirty thousand miles in a day and carry a weight of 100,000 catties.

Outside Qingyun Town, Wang Jintai stood in front of the cobblestone road, watching the caravan move away.

Behind him stood Zhang Yunji and others.

“If my judgment is correct, Junior Brother Han is bound to soar to new heights.”

As the convoy moved farther, Wang Jintai turned to look at Zhang Yunji.

“Yunji, if you have any questions about your cultivation, you can come to me for guidance.”

Zhang Yunji trembled all over, a happy expression appearing on his face as he bowed, saying, “I understand.”

This was the benefit of befriending Uncle-Master Han!

Because he had been close to Han Muye during these days, he was now also valued by Wang Jintai.

In the future, if Han Muye had the opportunity to establish his dominance or gain enough power within the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Yunji would have even more opportunities.

The other Mystic Spirit Sword Sect disciples beside him had envy in their eyes.

In Qingyun Town, Wang Jintai was the sky.

 

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The vast and boundless Transient Wasteland was teeming with various mixed demonic beasts.

Just as they had left Qingyun Town for thousands of miles, the merchant convoy had already slain seven or eight demonic beasts.

These low-intelligence demonic beasts had mediocre strength and only charged forward following their sense of immortal energy.
The result was naturally being skinned and dismembered.

Cultivators had little interest in carnal desires, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t indulge in them.

For example, the steaming hot meat broth at the moment, with its qi and demonic energy swirling within.
Eating a bowl of it was no different from swallowing a medicinal pill for replenishing energy.

The alchemy and artifact refining paths were not flourishing in the Immortal World, and there were not many who excelled in both disciplines.

One reason was that resources were abundant, and many immortal herbs could be directly ingested to enhance cultivation.
Many spiritual materials could be refined into weapons.

Secondly, low-level cultivators were not highly regarded, and the major sects would not invest resources in them.

The resources for alchemy and artifact refining were held by major powers.

“Big Brother Han, the city we’re heading to now, Sanhuo City, is a major city in the Transient Wasteland mainly focused on artifact refining.

“All kinds of ores from various places are transported there and then smelted into spiritual materials suitable for crafting treasures and spirit tools.”

Sanhuo City was about 300,000 miles away from Qingyun Town, which wasn’t considered far.
With the speed of the Flame Horses, they could arrive in about 10 days.

That was why Han Muye chose to travel with the merchant caravan.

After delivering the Black Gold ores to Sanhuo City, Han Muye would directly use a teleportation array to go to Yunlu City.

Traveling eight million miles and crossing the Transient Wasteland was not difficult for Han Muye, but others dared not attempt it.

Without reaching the peak of the Heaven Realm, who would dare to cross the wilderness alone?

Han Muye chose to use the teleportation in Sanhuo City because he didn’t want to attract too much attention.

Zhao Chen originally planned to visit several other town-guarded cities, but he changed his plans in order to accompany Han Muye to Yunlu City.

Du Sanzhen and others gathered together, meditating and recuperating while remaining vigilant of their surroundings.

Among the 20 carts of black gold ores, one cart belonged to Han Muye, and Du Sanzhen and his group were responsible for guarding that particular cart.

Although they had mined 20 carts of Black Gold ores, with so much extraction, both Wang Jintai and Han Muye could only claim half of half, resulting in five carts each.