MAXIMUM COMPREHENSION: TAKING CARE OF SWORDS IN A SWORD PAVILION - Chapter 1919: 792, Shangguan Hong, Luo Shentong_2

Mr. Han.

This address was rarely heard by Han Muye.

But in a certain place, nearly everyone referred to him in this manner.

The trial ground of the Divine Refining Masters.

“Have you seen me?” Han Muye asked calmly.

His question immediately excited the young man, who bowed deeply, “Shangguan Hong has seen Mr. Han.”

“I have, at Nine Mystic Peak in the Liantian Sect.”

Nine Mystic Peak, Liantian Sect.

Memories from the trial grounds would fade away; there wasn’t much to hold onto.

Unless, one was a true genius or had the methods of a truly powerful force at their disposal.

“Shangguan,” Han Muye’s gaze fell upon Shangguan Hong, “You’re from the Shangguan Family of the Top Three Families?”

Shangguan Hong nodded, a respectful expression on his face.

Qiao Da stood to the side, showing surprise on his face.

This young master who had been reluctant to reveal his name turned out to be from one of the Top Three Families.

Although in the Top Three Families, aside from Zheng Yaoyang who was a powerful refiner suppressing the divine realm, there were no real refining experts, the name of the Top Three Families was not something outsiders could covet.

If they wished, their families had access to the best resources to nurture their elite descendants.

“This is not a good place to talk. Would Mr. Han mind stepping aside?” Shangguan Hong bowed and looked toward Han Muye.

Han Muye pondered for a moment and nodded.

He did not necessarily hold any reverence for the Top Three Families, but he was indeed curious.

Especially about this Shangguan Hong, who remembered his time cultivating at Nine Mystic Peak of the Liantian Sect.

Following Shangguan Hong, they came to an elegant little pavilion, where the guards carefully ushered them upstairs.

“I truly did not expect to meet Mr. Han again.” Once upstairs in the pavilion, Shangguan Hong paid his respects to Han Muye once more.

“In the trial world, Nine Mystic Peak is the number one Refining Holy Land.”

“Sir, you are the world’s number one refiner.”

The world’s number one refiner.

The abilities of the soul avatar were indeed extraordinary.

Han Muye even felt envious that his soul avatar could devote itself to the way of Artifact Refining at Nine Mystic Peak, specializing in refining without distractions.

This was much better than his current erratic wanderings.

Perhaps, was that what he truly wanted?

“Sir, do you know what eventually happened to that trial ground?”

Looking up at Han Muye, Shangguan Hong asked with curiosity.

He underwent the trials there, studied under Nine Mystic Peak, and even retained quite a few memories with the help of his family’s secret treasure.

He was very curious as to why that powerful and inconceivable trial world, the endless and magnificent Artifact Refining path of Liantian Sect, Nine Mystic Peak, did not endure in the river of time.

“The trial ground…” A wistful look appeared on Han Muye’s face, as visions of what he had seen in the Purple Sun Cauldron flashed through his mind.

Heaven and earth capsized, and the myriad worlds collapsed.

As Xu Ao had said, the master of Nine Mystic Peak had one hand that could shatter heaven and another that could mend it.

Perhaps, that was the real him?

“That realm will one day reemerge,” Han Muye said softly.

This remark seemed to be addressed to Shangguan Hong as much as it was to himself.

One day, he himself must relive the brilliance of the cultivation world of ancient times.

If his soul avatar could achieve it, he would surely be able to as well.

And do even better.

“The disciple believes,” Shangguan Hong responded softly with excitement in his eyes.

Han Muye waved his hand, “I am not that Mr. Han, and you are not a disciple of Nine Mystic Peak. There’s no need for such formalities anymore.”

His words sent a tremor through Shangguan Hong, and a hint of dimness showed in his eyes.

Indeed, it was no longer possible to go back to that trial ground.

“By the way, did Master Han come here because of the bet between the Armament Alliance and the Xun Family?”

“This time, in addition to Xun Chu Yun, the Xun Family has also secured several experts who are said to be no less skilled than Xun Chu Yun themselves,” Shangguan Hong said to Han Muye in a low voice.

Having come from the Top Three Families, he could access this kind of information.

All over Heavenly Secret City, no one knew the Xun Family had such strong support.

Seeing Han Muye’s unchanged expression, Shangguan Hong slapped his forehead and laughed, “I forgot, with the master here, it doesn’t matter whether it’s the Xun Family or the Su Family, they are all nothing but chickens and dogs.”

With that, his eyes lit up.

“Master, how about I set up a betting pool in the city? What do you think?”

A betting pool.

What do you think.

The implication was, could he guarantee that the Armament Alliance would certainly win?

It was quite clear that nearly ninety-nine percent of the people in Heavenly Secret City would bet on the Xun Family’s victory.

Set up a bet, as long as Han Muye guarantees that the Armament Alliance will win, it will be a huge profit.

Such a bet would scare off outsiders.

But not me, Shangguan Hong.

I am a descendant of the Top Three Families.

Moreover, as long as Han Muye guarantees it, I will make a sure profit.

Outsiders could never understand what the status of the master of Nine Mystic Peak represents.

“Master, regarding the profits from the bet, let’s divide it seventy-thirty,” Shangguan Hong whispered, “Three for me, seven for you.”

This sure-win bet offered him thirty percent because of his Shangguan Family status.

Han Muye pondered for a moment and then replied indifferently, “I accept collateral in Primordial Chaos and Universe-level Treasures.”

Shangguan Hong’s face flashed with astonishment.

Each Primordial Chaos or Universe-level Treasure is valued at tens or hundreds of billions of origin coins.

Does Master Han intend to make the bet so large?

However, upon further thought, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

He was seeing the bet from his own perspective, thinking it was huge.

But to the lord of Nine Mystic Peak, such a bet was probably just a trivial amusement.

Including the wagering contest between the Armament Alliance and the Xun Family, it was the same.

Master Han didn’t talk about the chances of winning, whether he could make the bet, he only mentioned accepting Primordial Chaos and Universe-level Treasures.

This clearly showed he held winning cards.

Then, would there be a chance to witness the lord of Nine Mystic Peak forge weapons with his own hands?

Back in the trial world, he had only seen Mr. Han refining weapons from afar, just twice.

Could there truly be another opportunity to witness this?

“Alright, it’s settled then. I stake the honor of my Shangguan Family that in this bet, even Primordial Chaos and Universe-level combat weapons can be wagered.”

Compared to witnessing Mr. Han refining weapons in person, all other treasures were mere external possessions.

The memories of the trial world were already becoming vague; if he could watch Mr. Han refining weapons in this world, he would certainly gain immensely from it.

Han Muye didn’t wait long in the small pavilion; once he confirmed that Shangguan Hong would set up the bet, he drifted away.

Qian Zhan, who was guarding the door, followed him out, leaving Qiao Da, who looked at the retreating figure of Han Muye with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

The core elder of the Armament Alliance could get such regard from an elite of the Shangguan Family.

Could there be some secret behind it?

Han Muye and Qian Zhan walked briskly forward, then Han Muye suddenly stopped.

“Brother Qian, you go back first; I have some other matters to attend to.”

After that, he disappeared from the spot with a swift movement.

This speed astonished Qian Zhan.

“Is Master Han really a blacksmith…”

He shook his head and proceeded toward the station of the Armament Alliance.

By then, Han Muye had already arrived at a major road.

He raised his hand and took out a Flying Shuttle.

It was Luo the Madman’s Flying Shuttle.

The shuttle expanded to thirty feet long, then he leaped onto it and, propelling himself forward, became Flowing Light.

The Flying Shuttle didn’t need to be controlled; it moved freely on its own and soon stopped in front of a small courtyard.

A strict and tidy old man with keen eyes stood in front of the courtyard.

Luo the Madman.

Luo Tongshen.

The one reputed to be the closest in Heavenly Secret City to achieving the status of an Ancient divine craftsman.

“Come with me.”

Luo Tongshen, hands behind his back, glanced at Han Muye before walking straight into the courtyard.

Han Muye put away the Flying Shuttle and quickly followed him in.

The inside of the courtyard was a bit chaotic, but it had a charm of its own.

Various parts of battle puppets and armor were scattered around, each part glimmering with flowing light.

Every single piece was extremely valuable.

“I’ve calculated it, and the dragon bones needed for thirty Bright Mountains simply cannot provide enough support.”

“Also, power is a major issue. Unless we use a Universe-level Battle Puppet core, but that would defeat the purpose.”

Luo Tongshen raised his hand and a stream of Flowing Light turned into a screen in front of him, showing a virtual image of a Flying Shuttle.

The image disassembled and then reassembled.

“Furthermore, when the Flying Shuttle impacts the cosmic barrier during flight, the insufficient power and defense will cause it to shatter.”

Turning to look at Han Muye, Luo Tongshen’s eyes sparkled.

“Tell me, how can these issues be resolved?”

He spoke to Han Muye with a serious expression, “I know your Armament Alliance has no chances of winning right now.”

“Help me solve these problems, and I’ll participate in a gambling fight for you.”