Chapter 60

The shopkeeper's hand tightly gripped Han Muye's palm.

Han Muye slowly pulled his hand back, the spiritual light in his palm flickering and disappearing.

A medium-grade spirit stone, not bad.

"This sword is three feet and two inches long, weighing twelve pounds and eight ounces, with white gold mixed in."

Han Muye paused, and the shopkeeper looked at him nervously.

"White gold is the most resilient, making this sword's body resistant to heavy pressure, ranking it as a high-quality mundane weapon."

"However, for Senior Sister Lu, this sword is a bit too long. It would be more suitable for a sword cultivator who is eight feet tall, allowing them to fully utilize the sword's length."

As Han Muye finished speaking, the cultivators in the crowd who were eight feet tall all had their eyes light up.

A high-quality mundane weapon.

Such a sword is hard to come by.

The shopkeeper let out a long breath, his gaze showing a hint of gratitude.

One hundred spirit stones, it was worth it.

"Cough, cough, Senior Brother, may I ask what price you think is appropriate for this sword?" A middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a gray martial uniform with a square face, stepped forward and bowed to Han Muye.

Han Muye turned his head, and the shopkeeper's eyes showed a hint of anxiety.

"A sword of this quality would require fifty merit points to exchange for on Nine Profound Mountain. In this market, the price would naturally be higher."

"Would eight thousand spirit stones be acceptable?" Han Muye pondered for a moment and said calmly.

Eight thousand spirit stones.

The shopkeeper's face showed a hint of pain, but he still nodded.

The large man who had spoken was delighted, bowed to Han Muye, and presented a medium-grade spirit stone with both hands.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your guidance."

After saying this, he turned to the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper He, I'll take this sword."

Eight thousand spirit stones for this sword.

If it weren't for Han Muye's evaluation, the shopkeeper wouldn't have dared to price it at eighteen thousand.

The other cultivators who wanted to buy the sword showed a look of regret, then looked curiously at Han Muye, waiting for his evaluation of the next sword.

Another medium-grade spirit stone.

Lu Qingping, standing behind Han Muye, saw clearly that he had already earned two medium-grade spirit stones in just a short while.

The skill of evaluating swords was indeed very profitable.

Could Zhen Xiongge also have this ability?

She felt a warmth in her heart.

If Zhen Xiongge could use this skill to amass wealth, could she find a good sword today?

But if she really spent too many spirit stones from Zhen Xiongge, how could she repay him...

For a moment, Lu Qingping felt a mix of anticipation and complexity in her heart.

The shopkeeper hadn't expected that Han Muye, who hadn't chosen a good sword, would first make a deal. His face showed a mix of pain and joy, making his expression quite strange.

Han Muye reached out to grasp the next sword.

Everyone on the second floor held their breath, waiting.

"This sword is three feet long, weighing nine pounds and one ounce. The blade is thin and sharp, with mystic ice spirit iron mixed in, making it a rare good sword."

"However, this sword is too cold, making it unsuitable for young female cultivators. It would be a good choice for male cultivators with robust qi and blood, who practice agile and unpredictable sword techniques."

As soon as Han Muye finished speaking, two people stepped forward.

One was an old man in his fifties, and the other was a young man in his twenties.

"Senior, I am Lu Mingchuan, the head of the Lu family in Fuyuan County. May I ask what price you think is appropriate for this sword?" The old man bowed to Han Muye and said in a low voice.

On the other side, the young man in black martial attire bowed and said, "Senior Brother, please tell me if this sword is suitable for me."

As he spoke, he opened his hand, revealing a piece of green bamboo root.

"I see that Senior Brother has brought spirit medicines. I have a piece of Frost Dissolving Spirit Bamboo root, which I am willing to give to you."

Frost Dissolving Spirit Bamboo, Han Muye remembered the name of this spirit medicine. It was a good spirit medicine, and its price was not cheap.

"Junior Brother Han, the root of the Frost Dissolving Spirit Bamboo is a usable spirit medicine," Lu Qingping, standing behind Han Muye, suddenly said.

Usable.

That means it can be used in the preparation of longevity-enhancing elixirs.

The spirit medicines required for longevity-enhancing elixirs are not cheap, and even the auxiliary ingredients can cost hundreds of spirit stones.

Han Muye nodded, took the spirit medicine, and said, "If you trust me, show me a few moves of your sword technique."

Since he had accepted the gift, he couldn't be perfunctory. He needed to see the sword technique to choose the right sword, ensuring a good match between the sword and the person.

Show a few moves of your sword technique?

The young man was slightly taken aback.

Just showing a few moves of his sword technique wouldn't risk someone stealing it.

After all, no one in the world has such insight to learn a sword technique just by watching once.

However, showing his sword technique in front of so many people could reveal some of his cultivation methods.

He pondered for a moment, drew his sword from his waist, and began to dance with the sword, his movements agile and fluid.

After seven or eight moves, Han Muye suddenly said, "That's enough."

The young man sheathed his sword and looked at Han Muye.

In Han Muye's mind, the young man's sword light had not stopped.

The chaotic sword light was filled with agility, the light swirling until it exploded into a bright, crystalline brilliance.

Flowers blooming and falling, leaves flying and plucking.

Understanding sword techniques, flying flowers.

This sword technique, not passed down from a major sword school, did not have a marked level.

However, this set of sword techniques was indeed quite beautiful.

Han Muye turned to the head of the Lu family who had spoken earlier: "The price of this sword should be less than ten thousand spirit stones."

After saying this, he looked at the young man who had demonstrated the sword technique and said, "Just changing the sword is useless; you have practiced this sword technique incorrectly."

Practiced incorrectly?

The young man was stunned.

All the cultivators on the second floor showed a look of confusion.

They had seen the sword technique as truly splendid, and most of them felt they were not a match for the young man.

Even Lu Qingping felt her sword technique was not much better than his.

But in Junior Brother Han's eyes, this sword technique was wrong?

Was he really knowledgeable, or was he just pretending to be knowledgeable?

Han Muye continued to look at the remaining swords. In a short while, he looked at two more and made a few comments.

However, seeing the young man's stunned expression, even if others were interested in the swords, they hesitated.

If they were also told their techniques were wrong, their dao hearts might be damaged.

"Clang—"

For the next sword, Han Muye directly drew the sword from its scabbard, made a few sword movements, and said with a light smile, "Senior Sister Lu, this one."

Lu Qingping's eyes lit up.

This sword, which she had considered particularly suitable when she chose it herself.

However, this sword was exceptionally agile, with a bright sword light, clearly a semi-spiritual weapon.

Such a good sword would certainly be priced unimaginably high.

"Junior Brother Han, this sword might not be suitable..." Lu Qingping said softly.

Han Muye sheathed the sword and said, "This sword weighs nine pounds and five ounces, is thin and sharp, and is mixed with light spirit iron, making it even lighter when infused with spirit energy."

"This sword is perfect for the sword techniques of the Qingfeng Sect."

A good sword, suitable.

The shopkeeper's smile grew wider.

Lu Qingping's expression became even more complex.

Suitable, but it might not really be suitable...

The price of this sword, she didn't even dare to think about it.

"Junior Brother Han, let's look at some more..." Lu Qingping's words were cut off by Han Muye's raised hand.

"This one." Han Muye raised his hand, and two bright spirit stones landed in the shopkeeper's arms.

"Don't raise the price. Two thousand spirit stones, this price is fair."

Two thousand spirit stones!

The two bright spirit stones were high-grade spirit stones, each worth ten thousand low-grade spirit stones.

A long sword, two thousand spirit stones.

This was truly a lavish expenditure!

The shopkeeper, holding the two spirit stones, his lips twitched, and he forced a smile: "Senior Brother, you, you really pressed the price hard..."

Han Muye picked up the long sword, turned, and handed it to Lu Qingping.

Lu Qingping subconsciously reached out to take it. Touching the sword, she felt it was too hot and wanted to push it back, but Han Muye had already let go and was heading downstairs.

The others on the second floor looked at the few swords Han Muye had evaluated and the black-clothed young man standing there with a changing expression, feeling at a loss.

The shopkeeper wanted Han Muye to evaluate the remaining swords, but when he looked up, Han Muye and Lu Qingping had already left.

"This Senior Brother is truly remarkable..." The shopkeeper looked at the staircase and whispered softly.

The others also nodded lightly.

Even after leaving the shop with the long sword, Lu Qingping was still in a daze.

Two thousand spirit stones, to buy this sword named Flowing Phoenix.

Two thousand spirit stones, how many years would it take her to save up two thousand spirit stones?

"Junior Brother Han, this sword, this sword..." Lu Qingping didn't know what to say.

This sword, she couldn't afford it.

"Senior Sister Lu, remember, this is the favor of Sixth Brother."

Han Muye, walking ahead, didn't turn back and said calmly.

Behind him, Lu Qingping tightly gripped the long sword, bit her lip, and said nothing.

Just as they left the shop, a figure blocked Han Muye's path.