Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“I’m Gongsun Muhe, the manager of Xuhe Pavilion. Fellow Daoists, are you looking for the Three Essences Sword Grass? Do you want to use it yourself or to refine pills?” The middle-aged man cupped his hands at Han Muye and said softly.

His gaze swept across and he took a few more glances at Mu Wan.

There was a rather dense alchemy aura floating around Mu Wan.

Alchemy cultivators were alchemy cultivators with good cultivation.

“Refine pills,” Han Muye said.

A smile appeared on Gongsun Muhe’s face. He raised his hand and said, “We have Bright Sword Pills and Sword Sealing Pills for sale. They’re all refined by Peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and are of excellent quality.”

Gongsun Muhe was indeed a businessman.

How could the price of a Three Essence Sword Grass compare to the price of a medicinal pill?

“May I know the price of the Bright Sword Pill?” Han Muye asked.

Gongsun Muhe stretched out his hand and opened his fingers.

Five million spiritual rocks each.

This price was almost twice the price Han Muye had offered.

However, Han Muye knew that the price of the pills was not set by him.

The spiritual herbs needed for a cauldron of Bright Sword Pills were worth more than a million spiritual rocks.

If they did not set the price at four to five million spiritual rocks, Xuhe Pavilion would suffer a loss.

His Pill Destiny Pavilion was a small shop and expenses were low.

Also, when he refined pills, he was proficient in purification. He could often produce two pills in a furnace.

It was rare for an ordinary alchemist to be able to guarantee one pill per cauldron.

“Let’s buy the spiritual herbs. Three stalks of Three Essence Sword Grass. If possible, we’ll buy the spiritual herbs for the Bright Sword Pills too.”

Han Muye shook his head and spoke.

His words disappointed Gongsun Muhe slightly.

However, he waved his hand and asked an assistant to accompany Han Muye and the others to browse around, then went to get the spiritual herbs himself.

Han Muye looked at the pills on the first floor, then the waiter led him and the others to the second floor.

Daoist Changyun followed behind.

If not for Han Muye, he would not have gone up to the second floor.

The customers in Xuhe Pavilion were all sword cultivators, and the pills were all related to the Sword Dao. What was he doing here?

The second floor was not small. It catered to even more cultivation levels than the first floor.

On the wooden shelves here, the grades of the medicinal pills were even higher.

Han Muye saw several sixth-grade pills.

The young assistant leading Han Muye and the others introduced the medicinal pills while turning to look at Han Muye’s expression from time to time.

Didn’t this person say that Xuhe Pavilion’s medicinal pills were useless to him? Won’t he be slapped in the face now?

He walked to the front and heard a commotion.

Several sword cultivators surrounded him, and there was an old man in a long robe in front.

“Fellow Daoist, I’m afraid that the pills you mentioned don’t exist in this world, let alone in my Xuhe Pavilion.”

The old man shook his head and said, “The Pill Dao is simply the Pill Dao. It’s an aid to the Sword Dao. When can it become a tool for the Sword Dao?

“How can a pill turn into a sword?”

Sword Pills?

Han Muye’s eyes lit up as he looked at the sword cultivator standing in front of the old man.

The sword cultivator held a wooden box in his hand.

There were three patterned pills in the box.

Sword Pills.