1171 Contract Talismans, Chen Zhulong’s Alliance (4)
“Senior Chen, having immersed myself in the business Dao for so long, there were times when I could even deceive myself,” Han Muye said softly as he watched Chen Zhulong enter the grand hall.

As his words fell, a burst of golden aura erupted from his body.

Lightning flashed above the grand hall!

Kui bloodline!

The power of the Great City Protection Formation instantly enveloped the City Lord’s Hall, isolating it from the outside world.

The golden lightning struck down on Chen Zhulong, who was standing at the entrance of the hall.

Qin Zhaoyuan’s face was filled with astonishment as he took a step back.

Chen Zhulong’s expression remained unchanged. A profound and mysterious aura rose from him, generating a bluish-gray halo around his body to block the lightning.

But since the power of thunder had been unleashed, it wouldn’t be so easily thwarted.

With a low shout from Han Muye, the entire hall of thunder turned into a golden longsword and cleaved downward.

“Boom!”

The halo around Chen Zhulong’s body was cleaved apart, and the lightning transformed into a sword of light that pierced toward his forehead.

The force behind this strike was majestic and grand.

Qin Zhaoyuan, who was standing at the side, clenched his fists as the power of the Purple Sun Lion’s bloodline surged.

In his view, it was clear that Han Muye intended to slay Chen Zhulong with a single sword.

Was it because the Zhulong Trading Company was involved in trading sentient beings from the Bitter Immortal Realm?

“Good sword technique!”

Chen Zhulong exclaimed, his gaze fixed on the sword aiming for his forehead. He took a step back and a golden flame condensed between his eyes.

Torch Dragon Flame, Heaven Burning Raging Flames!

As this flame rose, a small golden-red bird emerged from behind Han Muye.

The flame transformed into a short blade and clashed with the lightning sword of Han Muye.

“Slash—”

The merchant’s aura that had emanated from him had already faded away, replaced by an ancient beast-like aura that seemed to choose and devour its prey.

This profound power made Qin Zhaoyuan beside him feel like he couldn’t meet it directly, causing his bloodline power to tremble.

“Lord Qin’s injuries haven’t healed yet, Senior Chen should still hold back.”

Han Muye waved his hand, and the Kui phantom behind him dissipated. The golden fire landed on his shoulder and he stared at Chen Zhulong, his lively eyes flickering with flames.

Chen Zhulong looked at Golden Flame with surprise.

The aura on his body slowly dissipated.

“Senior Chen is right. My sword technique is stronger than the power of my bloodline.”

Han Muye stood at the head of the table and looked at Chen Zhulong.

A sword cultivator was a sword cultivator.

In the end, he was still a sword cultivator.

Chen Zhulong nodded.

“City Lord’s swordsmanship is divine—”

Before he could finish, Han Muye suddenly said, “If I were to hand over all the information about the trading of sentient beings from the Bitter Immortal Realm within the city to you, what would you do?”

Trading sentient beings from the Bitter Immortal Realm!

Chen Zhulong trembled all over, and the power he had restrained burst forth in an instant.

“Roar—”

A deep roar was heard. Behind Chen Zhulong, the shadow of a three-headed torch dragon appeared.

This was a manifestation of turbulent emotions and unrestrained bloodline power.

It was evident how much impact Han Muye’s words had on Chen Zhulong.

“Why?” Chen Zhulong stared into Han Muye’s eyes and asked in a low voice.

Qin Zhaoyuan also looked at Han Muye.

In the Wasteland, this business was a lucrative avenue.

Most cities would never hand this business over to others.

Most forces controlled several commercial routes themselves or even organized manpower to participate.

However, now Han Muye was saying that he would give Chen Zhulong all the information about the trading of sentient beings from the Bitter Immortal Realm within the city. What was his plan?

“The Bitter Immortal Realm is a place of suffering for both human and demonic races. It’s already a place of misery, so why should they further harm each other?” Han Muye shook his head, his aura receding, and a trace of complexity in his expression.

He had been contemplating this issue since he returned from the trading square.

But he knew that, with his power alone, it was just a drop in the ocean for the sentient beings in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

He might be able to rescue the beings being sold at the trading square in that city, but then what?

After that, the flow of trade caravans in Yunlan City would greatly diminish, and this business would shift elsewhere.

It was as simple as that.

His sword could sweep all before it.

But how many lives could he save?

Looking at Han Muye, the phantom of the Torch Dragon behind Chen Zhulong slowly dissipated.

After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, “I wonder, if the City Lord hands this business to me, what would be the conditions?”

Although Han Muye had only said a few words, Chen Zhulong could already sense that he genuinely wanted to help the sentient beings in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

“Move the trading location outside the city, prohibit the trading of bloodlines and flesh, only allow the signing of contracts.”

After a pause, Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared in his palm.

Immortal qi poured into the talisman, and golden patterns appeared on it.

The complexity of these patterns was dazzling.

Chen Zhulong and Qin Zhaoyuan both gazed at the runes, examining them closely.

“Soul imprint?”

Chen Zhulong frowned and looked at Han Muye.

“Is this mark going to enslave the demons and beasts?”

From this imprint, it was discernible that if it were imprinted on the soul of a demon, it could subjugate them.

Was this a method to utterly enslave demons?

Qin Zhaoyuan also had a strange expression on his face. He looked at Han Muye without saying anything.

With such methods, was he helping the demons or destroying them?

“From what I know, the Bitter Immortal Realm occupies only two of the thirty-six provinces of the Fuyu Immortal Realm, and its power, both human and demonic, is far from being able to compete with the various sects.

“But the demons have never been exterminated and have even become a future problem for the various sects. It seems somewhat unreasonable, doesn’t it?”

Han Muye spoke softly.

Chen Zhulong’s eyes flickered with a glint of light, yet he didn’t respond to his words.