1211 Two Thousand Elite Disciples of the Sword Sect Sharpened Their Swords to Greet Each Other
Several peak Human Immortal Guards from the Jujin Trading Company took action, and with just one strike, they dispersed these wasteland bandits.
The leader, a wasteland bandit leader with cultivation at the level of a Heavenly Venerable, had his mouth full of fresh blood. His face was filled with despair as he was bound by golden ropes and dragged onto the deck.
“The wasteland bandits on the Transient Wasteland are countless and unending,” the big man, realizing his impending death, roared through clenched teeth.
Why were there so many low-level cultivators, and why were all the resources controlled by the major sects?
If the low-level cultivators didn’t resort to robbery, what were they to do?
“At our Jujin Trading Company, we believe in harmony for prosperity,” Zhao Chen stepped forward, patting the big man’s shoulder.
He took out a brilliantly shining high-grade spiritual rock and stuffed it into the big man’s clothes.
“Remember, I’m the young master of the Jujin Trading Company, Zhao Chen. You can come to Yunlan City in the Yunteng Wasteland to look for me in the future.” Lifting the burly man’s collar, Zhao Chen threw him off the flying ship.
With his Heavenly Venerable cultivation, he would be fine even if he fell from the sky.
But being sealed by talismans, he was bound to suffer injuries from this fall.
Looking at the rolling waves below the flying boat, Zhao Chen suddenly turned around and looked at Han Muye, “Brother Han, take me to the Burial Immortal City.”
His words stunned Old Chu and Song Zhong.
Ever since Zhao Chen followed Han Muye to Yunlan City, he had never shown the demeanor of someone who would dare to fight.
His business acumen and social skills were decent, but he lacked the tactics and abilities to control the overall situation like Zuo Baichou.
The Jujin Trading Company in Yunlan City was far inferior to the prosperity of the Wanshen Trading Company.
In the eyes of Elder Chu and the others, Zhao Chen did not have much ambition. To be able to meet a benefactor like Cloud Water Sword Immortal was enough in this life. He did not lack wealth and had a backer.
According to their hypothesis, in the future, Zhao Chen would basically interact with the Sword Sect in Yunlan City and control this continuous business route.
He never expected Zhao Chen to say that he wanted to follow Han Muye to the Burial Immortal City.
Was that a place where an immortal cultivator who had yet to reach the Heaven Immortal realm could go?
The name of Immortal Burial was not a joke.
“Why?” Han Muye also looked curious.
He knew Zhao Chen well.
This guy was very afraid of death.
“Look, the Wasteland Bandits who gave us a headache back then now look like pitiful people.” Zhao Chen pointed into the distance with a sigh.
“This cultivation world has to see more and further before it’s interesting.”
Turning to look at Han Muye, Zhao Chen said solemnly, “Brother, I’m afraid that when you go to the Burial Immortal City and return in the future, I won’t even be qualified to travel with you.”
The qualification to accompany!
Elder Chu and Song Zhong shuddered and looked at each other.
So, their young master possessed such wisdom!
Although Zuo Baichou was in charge of Yunlan City, he had given up the opportunity to travel with Yunlan Sword Immortal.
In the future, when Sword Immortal Yunlan returned to Yunlan City, Zuo Baichou probably wouldn’t have the qualification to accompany the Sword Immortal anymore!
When you have opportunities in hand, if you don’t strive for them, you’ll be eliminated!
Han Muye looked at Zhao Chen.
One had to admit that this guy, despite being unconventional at times, was indeed sharp-witted.
As his cultivation grew, the number of people who could accompany him became fewer and fewer.
Unknowingly, he had befriended Golden Immortal mighty figures and even Zenith Heaven cultivators above the Golden Immortal realm.
Those who had followed him back then, there were already few who could keep up with his footsteps.
Who among the people in the mortal world could accompany him on his journey?
“Alright, I won’t stay at the Sword Sect for long. You need to prepare quickly,” Han Muye said in one breath.
One sentence from Han Muye made a smile appear on Zhao Chen’s face.
“Haha, good!”
“Burial Immortal City, haha, I’ll have my chance to go there too!”
“Old Chu, don’t tell my parents about this, or they’ll break my legs…”
The flying ship continued on, encountering some bandits along the way.
However, as the banner of the Jujin Trading Company unfurled, most of them retreated when they realized the difficulty.
Five days later, the merchant convoy had reached the outskirts of Yunlu City in the Yuze Province.
When the flying ship landed, there was already a team of sword cultivators waiting outside Yunlu City.
As soon as Han Muye stepped into the territory of Yuze Province, he had already sent a message as a disciple of the Sword Sect to Yunlu City.
When activating various teleportation arrays, he needed to show his identity.
“Han Muye of the Zhenxuan Hall?” The green-robed sword cultivator holding a scroll looked up at Han Muye as he disembarked from the flying ship.
“I am here on orders from the Elder in charge to ask you some questions.”
The sword cultivator raised his hand, and several swordsmen behind him took flight.
Han Muye hadn’t moved, but sword lights had already risen behind him.
A black-robed swordsman took a step forward, and a surge of sword energy burst forth from him, confining the surrounding space.
The few swordsmen who had flown towards him were sent flying back.
The leader of the green-robed swordsman, with an unsightly expression, looked at Han Muye with a mix of surprise and fear, “I know you. Back then, you were rampant in the Trial Hall. But you should know that you’re also a disciple of our Sword Sect!”
He was just at the Human Immortal Sage level and couldn’t withstand a single blow in front of the powerful swordsman before him.
But as a disciple of the Sword Sect, he couldn’t possibly turn and run away.
Han Muye waved his hand, and the Demon Luo Clan swordsman stepped back.
Han Muye hung a light gold badge on his chest.
A badge marking his identity as a disciple of the Zhenxuan Hall.
The green-robed swordsman across from him and the few behind him were all disciples of the Zhenhuang Hall.
Back then, Han Muye’s trial in the trial grounds had been interrupted due to the interference of the Zhenhuang Hall.
Conversely, it was Wang Minghe and the others from the Zhenxuan Hall who had helped him then.
“Beard Wei, it’s not your place to interfere in the matters of the Zhenxuan Hall’s disciples.” Not far away, there was a shout, and several figures arrived with their swords.