Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1103 Building a City, Fleshless Bamboo (2)
“It’s not easy to build a city in the wasteland,” whispered Xie Chaoyan, who often walked in the wasteland when Han Muye gathered Zhang Zhenbiao and Xie Chaoyan to discuss the matter of building a city.

“For one thing, to build a city, countless resources are needed. The wasteland is not lacking in soil and rocks, but it is not easy to gather the wood and various spiritual materials required for construction.”

He was telling the truth.

There were no decent forests in the wasteland, so gathering enough wood would take time.

Also, when constructing a city for cultivators to reside in, various formations needed to be arranged. The formation base for these formations required a massive amount of spiritual materials, which could not be gathered quickly.

“Furthermore, after the city is built, we need a master of formations who is proficient in formation techniques to arrange defensive formations. This is also a significant expense.

“Even just a regular defensive formation consumes no less than a spiritual treasure.”

Everyone was aware of the consumption of formations.

In the Immortal World, the true masters of formation techniques were controlled by major powers. Although there were strong formation practitioners in the wasteland, it was difficult to find someone capable of setting up a defensive formation for an entire city.

Xie Chaoyan’s words made Zuo Baichuan and the others nod slightly.

Zhuo Baichou and Zhao Chen come from a commercial background and focus more on gains, losses, and the exchange of interests.

The resources that could be accumulated in a large city were countless times faster than in a small town.

However, the cost of building a large city was headache-inducing.

“You don’t need to worry about the construction materials and resources for the city. As for the formation arrangements, I have already made plans for that.”

Han Muye waved his hand and looked at everyone. “What I need you to do now is to spread the news that I’m going to build a city.”

It was as simple as that.

Even after leaving the attic, Zhao Chen was still a little puzzled.

“Brother Han, are you going to provide the resources for building the city?

“The consumption involved in this, I’m afraid it’s not small for him either, right?”

Although he did not know what Han Muye’s net worth was, the cost of building a city would definitely bankrupt a Heaven Immortal in the Void.

“Is there any other way to build a city on the wasteland?” Zuo Baichuan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xie Chaoyan.

Xie Chaoyan was taken aback, then nodded. “Yes, there is.”

There was another way to build a city on the wasteland.

In the attic, Han Muye’s gaze landed on the light screen in front of him.

Within the light screen was a map of the surrounding 100,000 and 200,000 miles of Yunlan Town, covered with dense light dots.

“There is another method to build a city in the wasteland,” Han Muye pointed his finger at the nearest light dot to Yunlan Town on the light screen. “Rob.”

Rob.

This was the most direct and fastest method.

Han Muye had already walked out of the attic.

“Senior Brother Zhang Zhenbiao, gather the disciples. We’ll head to Zhulin Town in 15 minutes.”

Han Muye’s voice echoed.

Zhang Zhenbiao’s face lit up with joy, and he nodded. “I understand.”

Zhou Baichou and the others exchanged glances.

Indeed.

What Xie Chaoyan just mentioned was robbery.

Fifteen minutes later, a 1,000-foot-long flying ship rose into the air and flew northeast.

The speed of the flying ship was not particularly fast. It took three hours to travel 30,000 miles before stopping in front of a small town similar to Yunlan Town.

This small town was not as prosperous as Yunlan Town was now.

“Zhulin Town is similar to the original Yunlan Town, without an actual controller.” On the deck, there was a Daoist named Chuan Qian, who had come along.

He used to be a strong cultivator in Yunlan Town, with a cultivation at the pinnacle of Half-Sage. Before Han Muye took control of Yunlan Town, he was considered a formidable expert there.

Daoist Chuan Qian was quite knowledgeable about the situation around Yunlan Town.

“Senior Brother Han, do we go in directly and kill?” Zhang Zhenbiao sheathed his sword, and a fierce intent surged from him.

Last time, when they charged straight into Yunlan Town, he and the sword cultivators behind him had fought fiercely.

“I’ll go take a look with Daoist Chuan Qian first.”

Han Muye’s gaze fell on the dilapidated attic around them as he said softly, “It’s a shame to destroy them.”

These words made the people behind him grin.

Indeed, they would all have to move to Yunlan Town in the future and become part of it.

Daoist Chuan Qian led Han Muye into the town, which seemed a bit desolate.

That was normal since Yunlan Town had already attracted cultivators from the surrounding areas. People from other places naturally became scarce.

Daoist Chuan Qian had a few acquaintances in Zhulin Town and led Han Muye to meet them. When they saw the several cultivators at the Half-Sage and Sage realms, they were somewhat surprised.

They all thought that Daoist Chuan Qian had been killed.

Daoist Chuan Qian stepped forward and whispered a few words. The expressions on the faces of the four cultivators changed.

“Young Master Han, we acknowledge your strength, but we cannot decide on the merger of Zhulin Town with Yunlan Town.”

One of the cultivators, with a long ash-gray beard and a somewhat aged appearance, cupped his hands towards Han Muye.

“To the northwest of the town, there is a bamboo forest. This bamboo forest is the origin of the town, and within the bamboo forest lies the true controller of this small town.”

As the town closest to Yunlan Town, Zhulin Town was naturally aware of the changes in Yunlan Town.

Han Muye had slain a Heaven Immortal demon, and the green wolf head was still hanging on the city wall of Yunlan Town.

Now that Han Muye had come personally to Zhulin Town, he naturally couldn’t be stopped.

But, as the old man said, there was still a true controller behind Zhulin Town.

In fact, it wouldn’t be accurate to call it control. Zhulin Town was built based on that bamboo forest.

The hidden experts within the bamboo forest paid no attention to the affairs of the town.

But if they wanted to dismantle this town and move everything to Yunlan Town, they probably needed the approval of that powerful figure.

Han Muye looked up towards the northwest of Zhulin Town, and a profound radiance gleamed in his eyes. “Then I will pay a visit to this senior.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already taken flight.

“Boom!”

Sword light appeared, and a 1,000-foot-long sword light towards the verdant bamboo forest 10 miles away.

The bamboo forest was not large, covering only an area of one square mile, surrounded by a white-walled enclosure.

Han Muye’s sword triggered the sound of wind and thunder, with a powerful gust that seemed to tear through the heavens and the earth.

Everyone in the small town looked up, their expressions changing as they witnessed the sword radiance.

“Could it be a powerful sword cultivator arriving?”

“They’re heading straight for the bamboo forest. Do they know that there’s a powerful figure hidden within?”

“Perhaps they are enemies of the hidden powerhouse?”

Many cultivators who were merely bystanders cared more about the spectacle than the actual reasons behind it.

For countless years, rumors of a powerful figure hidden within the bamboo forest had circulated, but no one had ever witnessed their actions.

Many people were curious to see if this bamboo forest expert could withstand the mighty strike descending from the sky.

“Buzz!”

As the long sword approached overhead, the bamboo forest trembled, causing strands of immortal energy to transform into swirling green vortexes.

“Formation… No, it seems to be a convergence of spiritual power.” Han Muye’s gaze fell upon the bamboo forest, observing the radiant halo rising from it, layer upon layer, effectively blocking the long sword.

The clash between the sword radiance and the green immortal light stopped the supreme peak-level sword that could have slain with a single strike, suspended in the swaying bamboo forest.

Within the bamboo forest, it seemed that every lush bamboo swayed, and rays of immortal light intertwined on each bamboo leaf.

“Good move.
Accompanied by the sword, Han Muye calmly spoke.

He raised his hand, and the 1,000-foot-long sword shadow dissipated, leaving only a long sword firmly gripped in his palm.

“Good sword technique.”

A venerable voice resonated from within the bamboo forest ahead, followed by the trembling of the bamboo forest as a path suddenly materialized.

The power of space was intermingled with a hint of spiritual power.

There might even be a formation.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, focusing intently ahead.

“Fellow Daoist, let’s have a talk.” The aged voice sounded once again.

Stepping forward, Han Muye landed on the stone path and walked straight into the depths of the tranquil bamboo forest.

The shaded path was secluded and winding.

Golden bamboo stalks and verdant leaves adorned the path, exuding an elegant ambiance.

Han Muye reached the deep part of the bamboo forest, where an elderly man dressed in a green Daoist robe sat in front of a stone table. He didn’t lift his head but pointed at the chessboard on the table.

“Young friend, care for a game?” The old man smiled, placing a dark chess piece onto the board.

Han Muye approached the stone table, his gaze fixed on the chessboard.

On the crisscrossing golden lines, there were halos that could bewilder one’s soul.

Han Muye didn’t reach for a chess piece. Instead, he swung his sword down, shattering the stone table with a resounding noise.

The black chess piece was split in half by the sword, crumbling into a swirling mix of black and white halos that enveloped Han Muye.

“Rather starve without meat than live without bamboo.”

As the black-and-white halos encased him, Han Muye slowly pointed his sword forward.

“Fleshless bamboo. It grows by devouring the souls and physical bodies of living beings. I wonder how many millions of lives have been consumed by these 10,000 bamboo stalks?

“If I dig up your roots, let’s see how many white bones lie beneath the ground.”

 

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