MAXIMUM COMPREHENSION: TAKING CARE OF SWORDS IN A SWORD PAVILION - Chapter 1917: 791, Heavenly Frost Hammer, one of the Seven Treasures!_3

If we lose the right to conduct divine-level trials, how much of the Alliance’s influence would remain?

By then, Wanjin City might no longer have the qualifications to be considered a Refiners Holy Land.

“Observing the core of Heavenly Secret City is a matter of fortune, but it doesn’t compare to the divine-level trials for Divine Refining Masters,” Yu Zhen shook his head and spoke softly, “I can’t agree to this condition, nor do I have the authority to make such a decision.”

Not to mention him, even with several more core elders present, none would dare to agree to this matter.

“Then let’s bet on my Xun Family’s descendants. As long as they are of ninth level or above, they should have the freedom to participate in the divine-level trials for Divine Refining Masters. How about that?”

“Don’t tell me you, as a core elder, can’t even decide on this small matter.” Xun Chu Yun seemed to have known Yu Zhen wouldn’t agree and spoke up again directly.

Yu Zhen pondered for a moment, his gaze shifted to Han Muye, and then he nodded.

Xun Chu Yun laughed out loud, reached out to sweep up the long spear, and his figure disappeared.

Xun Tao hurriedly collected his war spear and followed suit in leaving.

“Qian Zhan, brother, remember to meet at the Dueling Ground in ten days.”

His voice came through.

Qian Zhan snorted lowly, somewhat reluctantly stored away the Heavenly Frost Hammer, and then looked around.

Many eyes held a flicker of eagerness, for if one lent a hand to help Qian Zhan win the duel, the Heavenly Frost Hammer would be the reward.

But thinking of the opponent being a member of the Xun Family, no one spoke up.

Even Xun Chu Yun had come; who was confident enough to win?

“Ah, Elder Han, we are ashamed. We’ve been down and out in Heavenly Secret City…” Yu Zhen walked slowly forward, cupped his hands towards Han Muye, and sighed as he spoke.

Elder Han?

Qiao Da turned around to look at Han Muye.

What’s his identity?

“Qian Zhan, didn’t you say you wanted to meet Elder Han?” Yu Zhen waved his hand.

Qian Zhan was taken aback, looking at Han Muye: “You, you’re the nineteenth core elder of the Armament Alliance, Master Han?”

Han Muye smiled lightly and nodded, glanced around and spoke softly, “This isn’t a good place to talk.”

Having said that, he turned his head to Qiao Da: “Dao Friend Qiao, thank you for accompanying me on this journey.”

He reached out to hand over a small jade box, then proceeded forward with Yu Zhen and Qian Zhan.

Qiao Da, holding the jade box, had a complex expression change across his face.

“The nineteenth core elder of the Armament Alliance?”

“This person is no simple character…”

Heavenly Secret City is vast, but news travels fast.

Within hours, the matter of the Armament Alliance’s gamble with the Xun Family had already spread throughout.

By this time, Han Muye was already sitting in a serene pavilion.

In front of him sat five core elders of the Armament Alliance, including Yu Zhen.

Shi Zhennan, Du Yu, Jiang Qin, Wan Yousheng, Yu Zhen.

The faces of the five elderly figures were solemn, with Qian Zhan next to them looking uneasy.

“Xun Chu Yun himself has come; this time, it’s difficult…” the one speaking was Shi Zhennan, seated on one side and clad in a grey robe.

“Fortunately, the young Qian wasn’t foolish and has set the win to be decided in three rounds,” Wan Yousheng, who appeared to be in his fifties, said with a smile on the other side.

The others didn’t smile.

Three rounds didn’t offer a great chance of winning.

“Elders, aside from Xun Chu Yun, no other strong refining masters from the Xun Family have arrived this time,” a man in his thirties stepped into the pavilion, greeting everyone with a bow.

“However, Xun Chu Yun has already headed to Master Wu Jin’s residence.”

That statement made all five core elders frown deeply.

“Master Wu Jin? He… he won’t participate in the duel, will he?” Qian Zhan shivered, his face showing bitterness.

“Is that the same Master Wu Jin who repaired the Cloud Heaven Knife, the caretaker treasure of Zuo Jincheng?” Han Muye’s eyes sparkled with a sharp light.

“His weapon refinement methods have reached the level where he can refine Semi-Cosmic Level artifacts on his own, correct?”