Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

506 One Day, The Great Dao Will Rise (2)

Mu Wan nodded, put away the pill furnace, and looked out of the tent.

Not far away, Shao Datian carefully pressed his head against the outside of the carriage, as if to hear if Cuicui was sleeping peacefully.

“I really envy them…”

Mu Wan lowered her head gently and whispered, “Although it’s difficult to describe the joys and sorrows of mortals, they are real.”

An indescribable sadness and joy.

After becoming a cultivator and embarking on the path of cultivation, the stronger the power one could control, the less sorrow and joy one would have.

“Sixth Brother saw through it back then.” With a chuckle, Mu Wan looked at Han Muye. “Does Zhihu know that you’ve returned?”

Han Muye nodded. “She knows.

“That girl has experienced a lot of killing in the mystic realm. This is a good thing and a bad thing for her future cultivation. I hope she recuperates well in White Deer Mountain.”

Actually, it was not only Huang Zhihu. Everyone from the Sword Pavilion, including Tuoba Cheng and the others from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, also knew that Han Muye had returned.

It was just that this matter was kept a secret from outsiders.

Han Muye wanted to temper his temperament with the mortal world and did not want to be disturbed by the outside world.

Turning to look outside, Han Muye’s body was circulating with a faint spiritual light.

Caravans, descendants of aristocratic families, Shao Datian and Cuicui, these people who were like ants in the eyes of Peak Nascent Soul Realm experts, were all trying their best to live and strive for the happiness they could see.

Some of the Xiao family disciples gathered around the fire were silently calculating how much profit they would earn from this transaction, while others took out books and recorded the situation along the way.

If they continued to learn, perhaps in a few decades, they would personally lead the team.

Some of the guards and workers had already fallen asleep, while others were on guard.

This was their duty. They had traveled all the way for three meals and their salary.

To them, the longevity that great cultivators searched for was just a dream.

The joys and sorrows of the world were different after all.

The caravans traveled for three days before arriving at Nanyuan City.

After all, this was where the County Governor’s Office was located. The city walls here were clearly much taller than in Heze County.

There were also many more streets and shops in the city.

Compared to Heze County, Nanyuan City had fewer merchants and soldiers. There were more Confucianists.

This was what a large city in the Central Continent should be like.

When the caravan entered the city, Xiao Chu and Jia Yang were busy buying and selling goods.

If they relied on the Southern Wasteland to bring all kinds of spiritual materials and spiritual herbs back to the Imperial City, the profits would be much smaller.

Xiao Chu and the others, who were veteran merchants, would sell goods along the way that did not make much profit but allowed them to close the deal.

That way, they would have enough money to spend along the way.

Jia Yang and Xiao Chu were in a good mood after going out for a while.

Nowadays, the Central Continent was flourishing everywhere. As long as one was willing to take the trade route, one could earn spiritual rocks.

They sold a lot of spiritual herbs and materials they had found in the Southern Wasteland and bought a lot of supplies.

“We rented two large ships that can carry 300,000 catties of various supplies.”

In the inn, Xiao Chu and Jia Yang talked about their gains on this trip as they sat with Han Muye and Mu Wan.

Along the Flowing Jade River, they would pass by Dongshan County on the way.

The resources on the ship were worthless in Nanyuan County, but they could fetch twice as much in Dongshan County.

This was because there was a scarcity of resources in Dongshan County.

Many sects were waiting at the docks with spiritual rocks.

Even the Dongshan County Governor’s Office was expending large amounts of spiritual rocks.

Han Muye knew that Dongshan County did not lack spiritual rocks. What they lacked was people.

The prosperity of Dongshan County was only on the surface. It was to attract more people.

“May I know who is in charge of the Xiao family’s caravan?”

A voice sounded at the door of the private room.

A middle-aged man in a green robe stood there and cupped his hands.

Xiao Chu stood up.

This person was wearing the robe of a county governor’s official.

“I’m the County Governor of Nanyuan County, Chen Sheng. Please make a trip to the County Governor’s Office, Shopkeeper Xiao.” The green-robed middle-aged man cupped his hands at Xiao Chi, then at Han Muye and the others.

County Governor’s Estate.

With a solemn expression, Xiao Mo nodded and followed him out.

An hour later, Xiao Chen returned with a grave expression.

“The team escorting the County Governor’s Office to the Imperial City wants to travel with us.”

“The Fuchen Dao Sect might be behind Qian Yunong.”

Xiao Mo’s words caused Jia Yang’s expression to change.

“Fuchen Dao Sect? How did they implicate this colossus?”

The Fuchen Dao Sect was a large sect in the 19 provinces of the Central Continent that was distributed among the eight southeastern provinces.

There were many Heaven Realm experts in the Fuchen Dao Sect. It was said that the top experts among them could suppress an entire county.

For countless years, the Fuchen Dao Sect did not have much interaction with the dynasty. They were respectful of the Confucian Dao.

However, other than the Imperial City, no one else dared to offend such a large sect.

The Fuchen Dao Sect was obedient to the Confucianism rule of the dynasty, but it did not mean that they did not play dirty tricks.

At the very least, Jia Yang knew that among the eight counties in the southeast, there were one or two that were involved with the Fuchen Dao Sect.

“Is such a big matter something we can participate in?” Jia Yang looked at Xiao Chu with a trace of fear.

Xiao Chu shook his head and looked at Han Muye. “Young Master Mu Ye, how about this? You, Fairy Mu Wan, and Shopkeeper Jia will take another big ship and leave.

“I’ll lead the Xiao family’s caravans and set off for the day.”

Jia Yang opened his mouth but did not speak.

“Do you think this will attract the attention of the Fuchen Dao Sect?” Han Muye shook his head gently and said calmly, “Whether it was one ship or two ships, they will be intercepted.”

How could a large sect act without the imposing attitude of a large sect?

If they really attacked, it would be like a thunderbolt.

Xiao Chu’s expression was solemn as he said in a low voice, “I know what Young Master is saying, but my Xiao Family can’t decline this mission.”