Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

709 My Life Is Worthless (2)

Han Muye smiled and took the sword, but he did not take the cloth bag.

“If I have time, I’ll make a few comments for below mid-grade spiritual weapons. As for the remuneration, forget it,” Han Muye said softly. “It’s not easy to cultivate. It’s also difficult to accumulate wealth, magic, companionship, and land.”

Cultivation was not easy.

These words almost made the middle-aged sword cultivator holding the cloth bag shed tears.

!!

All the people present were low-level sword cultivators, and the strongest among them was at the Earth Realm. On Scattered Stars Island full of experts, who didn’t live in fear?

“Shopkeeper Han, this—” The middle-aged sword cultivator was about to say something when Han Muye said, “Your sword has a hidden injury.”

Hidden injury!

These words made the middle-aged man’s face turn pale.

The surrounding people were also stunned.

Han Muye slowly drew his sword. A faint stream of light swam across the semi-spiritual artifact. When the stream of light reached the seventh point on the sword spine, it suddenly stopped.

A faint crack could be seen with the naked eye.

The scene Han Muye saw in his mind was that this crack was caused by a demon beast’s fangs hitting the sword ridge when the middle-aged sword cultivator was fighting it.

However, the middle-aged sword cultivator did not pay much attention to it. He did not find any hidden injury on the sword.

Normally, these injuries were nothing. But if they encountered a life and death battle, they might lose their lives.

“Thank you, Shopkeeper Han. Thank you, Mr. Han.” The middle-aged sword cultivator bowed to Han Muye and handed over the small cloth bag.

Han Muye waved his hand, sheathed the sword, and handed it back.

“Hongyun Sword Casting Cottage can repair this injury. It probably needs three spiritual pearls.

“Also, if you add the Three Spirit Grass to your sword and refine it again, it will be more compatible with your sword technique. It will probably cost seven spiritual pearls.”

Han Muye’s words made the middle-aged sword cultivator grip the sword and cloth bag tightly.

In his cloth bag were all his savings, 10 spiritual pearls.

On Scattered Stars Island, it was not much easier for low-level cultivators to accumulate wealth than other places.

Moreover, sword cultivators had always been the poorest cultivators in the world.

Bowing to Han Muye, the middle-aged swordsman left without saying anything.

For sword cultivators, sometimes, not speaking was the genuine way to remember a friendship.

Seeing the middle-aged sword cultivator walk out of the shop, Han Muye turned to look at the others.

Everyone quickly bowed and held his sword, asking Han Muye to comment.

“This sword is compatible with sword techniques like the Icefield. From the aura on your body, it shouldn’t be an ice attribute. I suggest you change your sword.

“This sword is not bad. Its forging level is not bad. It can be nurtured carefully. In the future, I’ll find a few lousy spiritual rocks and smelt them with the sword.

“Your sword’s attributes are too poor, mediocre, and slow. I have a Qingfeng sword in my shop. Try it. The price is about the same. Give me your sword and add 800 spiritual rocks.”

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A moment later, everyone left excitedly with their swords.

More sword cultivators were already watching from the door and quietly gathered around.

After more than two hours, not many swords were sold. However, there were more than 20 swords below mid-grade spiritual weapons that were evaluated for free.

When the space in front of Han Muye was empty, he turned around and saw an old man in his fifties in a gray robe standing in front of Yan Zhenqing’s Tower of Treasures with his hands behind his back.

“There are countless sword cultivators in the world. Can you evaluate all of their swords?” The old man did not turn around. He only looked at the scroll in front of him and said calmly.

“As sword cultivators, it’s not about how many swords they have in their hands, but how firm the swords in their hearts are.” Han Muye’s expression was calm as he said softly, “I evaluated their swords just to make the swords in their hearts stronger.”

They were all low-level sword cultivators with below middle-grade spiritual weapons. How strong could their swordsmanship be and how strong could their combat strength be?

From Han Muye’s point of view, there was not much difference in the combat strength of these sword cultivators.

In front of a Peak Nascent Soul Realm expert, weaklings were still weaklings.

However, which cultivator in the world did not start from being a weakling before rising to the peak?

It was only because he always had the heart of a weakling that he stood at the top of the world without fear.

The black-bearded old man slowly turned around, his eyes shining as he stared at Han Muye. “You’re a true sword cultivator.”

Han Muye didn’t flinch.

He was a sword cultivator.

Cultivating the Sword Dao, condensing the Sword Pill.

In the future, when he broke through to the Nascent Soul realm, he would transform into a Sword Nascent Soul.

In the cultivation of the world, it was still the most satisfying to break through the shackles with a single sword.

Helping other sword cultivators evaluate their swordsmanship and accumulate their own knowledge was not completely fruitless.

Moreover, to Han Muye, the stories in the swords, the battle scenes in the swords, and the sword techniques were worth evaluating.

“What kind of sword technique does the Thousand Chances Sword refined from the essence of the Song Yuan Chalcedony have to be combined with to unleash its greatest combat strength?” The old man’s gaze did not move as he spoke coldly.

“Sword evaluation?” Han Muye’s expression did not change.

The old man nodded.

Han Muye smiled. “The Thousand Chances Sword refined from the essence of chalcedony is at least half a magical weapon.

“Let’s consider it a semi-treasure. The reward for evaluating the sword is 1,000 spiritual pearls. It’s not too much, right?”

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He didn’t accept spiritual rocks or spiritual pearls from low-level sword cultivators because he wouldn’t earn much.

Even if a sword cost 3,000 to 5,000 or 10,000 spiritual rocks, 10 swords could only earn him tens of thousands of spiritual rocks.

Wouldn’t a half-dharma treasure sword make up for the losses of those swords?

1,000 spiritual pearls for a Dharma semi-treasure.

This price was at least twice as high as usual.

The black-bearded old man narrowed his eyes and laughed. “It doesn’t matter how many spiritual pearls there are, as long as the evaluation you give is valuable.”

Han Muye nodded and chuckled. “Indeed, to Head Shopkeeper Qian of Muyang Hall, some spiritual pearls are really nothing.”