Chapter 85

Before the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion, there was complete silence.

Huang Lao Liu's gaze shifted from the sword in Han Muye's hand to the serious expression of the head of the Cao family before him.

If Han Muye hadn't spoken, Huang Lao Liu would have almost made a grave mistake.

Checking these swords not only severely drained his soul, but if he had indeed returned the swords to Han Muye, the Sword Pavilion's reputation would have been utterly tarnished.

But as Han Muye said, how could these few broken swords achieve such a纵横的剑气 and shining spiritual light?

The key was that when he infused his soul into the sword, there was no obstruction at all; they were indeed precious swords.

Re-melting and re-refining?

No.

If the Cao family had re-refined the swords, there would be no need for the head of the Cao family to personally deliver them.

Today, they brought the swords to disgrace the Sword Pavilion!

Before the Sword Pavilion, everyone's eyes were on Han Muye, watching as he slowly loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

"Hehe, it's still that broken sword, Qingyou..."

"A broken sword is still a broken sword, no matter how much you play with it, it remains broken."

With his hands behind his back, Han Muye's expression was as cold as water.

"If the head of the Cao family only wants to bring such broken swords to the Sword Pavilion, then in the future, your Cao family doesn't need to come anymore."

His words made the Cao family's faces change.

Cao Anchun's expression grew even darker, the girl beside him looked curious, and the young man was extremely angry.

"How can you say a sword is broken just because you say so? I spent two months refining this sword, and the ancestor refined it. How can it be broken—"

The young man's words were cut off as Cao Anchun raised his hand to stop him.

"Little friend, tell me, where is this sword broken?" Cao Anchun looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

Han Muye laughed and shook his head. "Head of the Cao family, the six swords from last time, although refined by different people, had similar flaws."

"Afterward, I investigated the various swords your Cao family has sent before, and many of them had the same issues."

"If you, Head of the Cao family, could discover and solve these problems, you wouldn't have come today, would you?"

Before Cao Anchun could speak, Han Muye already pointed to the swords. "By infusing sword qi into the sword body to temporarily compensate for the hidden flaws, is this the kind of trick you should use?"

I see!

Huang Lao Liu's expression darkened.

No wonder he didn't detect the flaws in the swords; it turned out that the head of the Cao family had tampered with them, using sword qi to temporarily cover up the flaws.

"This senior, if you say so, please point out the flaws in these swords." The girl beside Cao Anchun spoke softly, her eyes on Han Muye.

Hearing her words, Han Muye's face showed a faint smile. "Just talking, would I, Han Muye, help you point out the flaws in your Cao family's refining techniques?"

Cao family's refining flaws!

Just talking.

The girl's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, saying nothing.

Cao Pei trembled all over, lowering his head, not daring to look at Han Muye.

The young man, full of anger, his expression constantly changing, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and glared at Han Muye.

Cao Anchun's eyes fixed on Han Muye, and after a long time, he sighed. "Little friend, what do you want to say?"

Han Muye, with his hands behind his back, his gaze fell on the disciples holding the swords behind Cao Anchun.

"One flaw, ten thousand spirit stones."

Ten thousand spirit stones.

Lu Gao, who had been standing at the back, thought that this time, Senior Han's price was really generous.

Last time, that guy from Lingjue Sect directly offered one hundred thousand spirit stones.

"Fine, ten thousand spirit stones it is." Cao Anchun nodded, waved his hand, and a piece of high-grade spirit stone appeared in his palm, glowing with spiritual light.

Han Muye turned to look at Lu Gao.

Lu Gao's body trembled, and he stepped forward, reaching out to take the spirit stone from Cao Anchun's hand.

High-grade spirit stone.

I've finally touched this thing in my life!

Seeing Lu Gao take the spirit stone, Han Muye pointed to the green long sword before him. "This sword is called Qingyou, three feet and one inch long, weighing eleven pounds and five ounces."

"This sword is made of green wood and iron mixed with jade mystic steel, refined with a thousand hammering and forging method, and engraved with green peak spirit patterns."

With each sentence Han Muye said, the young man's expression grew more serious.

Cao Anchun and the girl beside him nodded slightly.

"I guess your Cao family must have a mine of jade mystic steel, right?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

"This, what does this have to do with the flaws in the sword?" The young man's face changed, and he spoke softly.

Han Muye shook his head. "It has nothing to do with it, just marveling at how rich your family is."

Before the young man could speak in anger, Han Muye continued, "This sword, as well as the other few, looks fine in terms of the proportion of spiritual materials and the refining method."

"But the flaw is that there are no flaws."

As he spoke, his eyes shone brightly, like a sharp blade.

"Qingyou sword has three taels and five qian of jade mystic steel."

"Maple Red sword also has three taels and five qian of jade mystic steel."

"Mo Shen, Duan Yu, and the others, the amount of jade mystic steel is exactly the same."

"Your Cao family's forging techniques are truly advanced."

Below the stone steps, the Cao family's expressions changed.

Han Muye seemed to be praising them, but they didn't feel good at all.

The young man's face showed a hint of confusion.

Isn't precise proportioning good?

"I understand the flaw you mentioned, little friend." Cao Anchun nodded and spoke softly. "I thought the family's detailed techniques were a strength, but it turns out they have constrained the younger generation."

"Refining is like alchemy; too much breaks it, too little ruins it. When I return to the family, I will definitely make the younger generation practice their eyes and not just memorize the techniques."

Cao Anchun finished speaking, took a deep breath, and looked at Han Muye. "Little friend, is there anything else?"

Han Muye smiled. "Of course."

Cao Anchun's eyes sparkled, and he directly took out two high-grade spirit stones.

Han Muye waved his hand, and Lu Gao stepped forward to collect them.

"Your Cao family likes to use cold pond water, which is why the three yang swords are broken."

"Backed by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, your Cao family doesn't lack spiritual materials, but some swords are purely stacked with spiritual materials, which is counterproductive."

"Your Cao family's sword refining techniques are too monotonous, unable to meet the needs of different cultivators."

...

For each point Han Muye made, Cao Anchun took out a high-grade spirit stone.

Lu Gao unceremoniously collected them all.

In a short while, the spirit stones in Lu Gao's hands were too many to hold.

"It's impossible, our Cao family's refining techniques have been passed down for thousands of years, and we are a famous refining family. How can our techniques be so poor..."

"Isn't it better to increase the amount of spiritual materials..."

The young man was already confused, standing there muttering to himself.

The girl beside him, however, had bright eyes, watching Han Muye, listening to every word.

"The last point, the most fatal flaw in your Cao family's refining techniques."

Han Muye pointed to the girl in red. "If your Ice Break hadn't run out of strength after 35,300 hammerings, breaking the rhythm, it would have been a spirit weapon."

"Yes, Senior is right, I, I ran out of strength..." The girl's face turned red, and she spoke softly.

"Your Cao family's body cultivation techniques are not strong enough, and after 30,000 hammerings, there will be a pause." Han Muye spoke softly.

After finishing, he fell silent.

Below the stone steps, the Cao family also fell silent.

What Han Muye said was indeed something they had experienced but never considered.

"Little friend, how can we eliminate this fatal flaw?" Cao Anchun looked up at Han Muye, took a deep breath, and said, "Little friend, name your price."

Lu Gao looked around, quietly moved to Huang Lao Liu's side, and stuffed the high-grade spirit stones he was holding into his arms.

Since they have let Senior Han name his price,

He naturally wants to make a big profit.

"I want the sword you brought."

Han Muye pointed to the wooden box held by the young man standing at the back of the Cao family's disciples.

"It's impossible, that's a spirit weapon—" Cao Anchun's face changed, and his eyes widened before he could finish speaking.

In front of him, behind Han Muye, the shadows of iron oxen floated up.

One.

Two.

Three.

Nine!

Nine oxen's strength!

"Fine."

"I'll trade."

Cao Anchun stared at the shadows of the nine oxen and spoke in a deep voice.