Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

There were 30,000 cultivators and mortals living in the imperial city, making it the most boisterous city in the world.

The brightly lit Imperial City was even more dazzling than the stars in the sky.

On Imperial Garden Street, when the lanterns were first lit, it was even more lively than during the day.

The officials of the dynasty, the people in the city, and many cultivators were everywhere.

The Immortal Moon Lake was bustling with people.

Many people were looking at the entrance of Han Muye\'s shop.

The new assistant, Zuo Yulong, was busy greeting them at the side. He first followed Han Muye\'s instructions.

A 20% discount on the opening day.

Zuo Yuting, on the other hand, was holding a book in her hand. She was recording what medicinal pills she needed to see if she could prepare them later.

Cuicui and Shao Datian, who were next door, also followed Han Muye\'s instructions and brought out the prepared fish slices and a few Southern Wasteland snacks for free.

Especially Shao Datian. He squatted down and carried the plate to entice the children over.

There were more people in front of their shop than next door where Zuo Yulong and the others were.

Although it had been a long time since they conquered the Southern Wasteland, there were not many snacks in the Central Continent.

In the hearts of the people in the Imperial City, the demons were never like Shao Datian.

Shao Datian teased the children. He carried some of them on his shoulders and three or four on his arms. The children surrounded him in surprise and delight.

Cuicui watched from the side and smiled, her eyes filled with tears.

She didn\'t know if Shao Datian wanted such a life.

She did not know if her family would miss her in the Southern Wasteland.

Also, if she could keep her child, would he be able to live in the Imperial City in the future and be carefree like the children here?

Perhaps sensing Cuicui\'s mood, Shao Datian leaned over and whispered, "Cuicui, look at how happy the children here are.

"In the Southern Wasteland, a boy that age would have learned to hunt.

"Our children will be able to go to school like them in the future. They won\'t have to hunt, right?"

Cuicui nodded gently with a smile on her face.

Not far away, Mu Wan turned around and saw Han Muye smiling at her.

It\'s not easy to live in the Imperial City, but this place should be a paradise.

At least for this moment, yes.

"Lady Boss, the seventh-grade Void Restoration Pills and the sixth-grade Purple Sun Pills are the most sought after. Many people also want other medicinal pills to improve their body compatibility.

"Many people are interested in customized pills. However, most of the alchemy business in the city is concentrated in the Cloud Alchemy Mill and the Jade Alchemy Mill. There are very few alchemy masters in other places."

Zuo Yuting whispered as she handed the book to Mu Wan.

Mu Wan and Han Muye looked especially young. In those pill rooms, they were probably ordinary alchemists who had just become disciples.

Zuo Yuting was very curious as to why they dared to open a shop on Imperial Garden Street.

Mu Wan asked the siblings to go back first and come back the next morning.

In order to allow the siblings to study alchemy in the middle city, Zuo Lin spent everything he had to rent a house between the middle city and the lower city.

Just like that, every day, they had to travel more than 100 miles in a large carriage to and from the middle city.

There were relatively cheap carriages in the city that only cost five spiritual coins to travel a hundred miles.

It was only after Zuo Lin\'s introduction that Han Muye, Mu Wan, and the others knew that in the Imperial City, other than spiritual rocks, there were also spiritual coins specially traded by mortals.

It was three inches long and half a finger wide. Spiritual patterns were engraved on it, as well as its denomination.

The smallest denomination was one spiritual coin.

One spiritual rock could be exchanged for 100 spiritual coins.

Of the 30,000 people in the Imperial City, 90% of them were mortals. It was impossible for them to use spiritual rocks to trade.

Such spiritual coins could not be used in the cultivation world. To cultivators, they were like blank sheets of paper.

However, with the Dynasty\'s credibility guarantee, it was not a problem for mortals to circulate them.

Zuo Lin had said that there were large denominations for such spiritual coins, but he had never seen them before.

"In the end, the mortal world is still different from the cultivation world," Mu Wan said softly as she watched the three people of the Zuo family drive away.

He nodded.

In the cultivation world, strength was important. If one had strength, one would have spiritual rocks. There was no need to reason.

As for the mortal world, there were countless rules that bound people. They could ensure their safety, but they could also restrict them.

"By the way, how many spiritual rocks did you spend to rent this shop?" Han Muye turned to look at Mu Wan and asked curiously.

Today, he went to the horse carriage shop to lease a carriage for an extended period. He spent a total of 1,200 spiritual rocks to lease it for five years.

If these spiritual rocks were converted into spiritual coins, it would be enough for a family of three to stay in the middle city for a few years.

In that case, the shopfront on Imperial Garden Street was probably ridiculously expensive.

"Senior Brother, are you worried that we won\'t be able to earn back the rent from opening the shop?" Mu Wan smiled and put away the book. She turned around and walked into the small courtyard.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head behind her.

It\'s very likely…

After closing the shop, he walked back to the room. A faint spiritual light flashed around him.

However, he did not cultivate and meditate. After suppressing the spiritual light, he reached out and opened a painting.

In Lu Yuzhou\'s collection of paintings, there were many by Qing Teng.

This master of Confucianism was said to be as unrestrained as Lu Yuzhou.

Perhaps they have the same interests? No, it\'s more like they have empathy towards each other, Han Muye thought.

As he opened the scroll, the lively birds seemed to be about to fly out of the painting.

A faint Great Spirit and talent qi condensed into a thread and enveloped the painting.

The birds in the painting soared into the sky, spread their wings, and flew around the room.

The painting had a spirit and was comparable to a magic treasure.

In the eyes of Confucian cultivators, this scroll was also a priceless literary treasure.

In his mind, the image of a green-robed middle-aged man who was casually painting appeared.

He had comprehended the ink splashing technique.

He had comprehended the ink painting technique.

…

The Great Dao of the world had different means of achieving the same end.

Seeing the ink move over the paper like a dragon, Han Muye\'s Qi Sea sword intent trembled slightly.

In his dantian, the sword intent that he had condensed kept spinning.

His sea of Qi gathered the external sword intent, and his dantian stored it to condense his Sword Dao.

When the essence, qi, and spirit were combined, it would be time to condense into the Sword Dao Golden Core.

In fact, he could step into the Golden Core realm in one step now. He was just grinding his body and was not in a hurry.

"Zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and song. No wonder Confucianism could suppress the Central Continent. Just relying on these many methods of enlightenment, it can crush other cultivators."

Looking at the birds flying back to the painting, Han Muye muttered to himself.

Although it was difficult for low-level cultivators of Confucianism to improve, when they reached the high level, their skills would be proficient and they could enter the Dao by observing the world. They were really incomparable to outsiders.

Putting away the painting, Han Muye opened a blank scroll.

The Eight Treasures Ruyi turned into an ink brush.

With a smile on his face, he splashed the ink on the inkstone on the table onto the paper and began to apply it.

A moment later, a picture of black grapes appeared.

As he looked at the picture with rapt attention, the ink grapes seemed to have appeared in the divine treasure. They were sweet and nourished the mind.

Satisfied, he left a signature on the paper, "Mu Ye imitates Mr. Green Vine\'s handwriting." Then he put away the ink brush.

Looking at the empty room, Han Muye sighed again.

The night was long and he was not in the mood to sleep. Should he invite his junior sister to the Immortal Moon Lake to admire the moon?

It was just that the scenery there was really beautiful.

…

The carriage galloped on the streets. Because it was night, its speed could be much faster.

Zuo Lin, who was driving the carriage, looked relaxed, but he tried his best to drive the carriage steadily.

In the carriage, Zuo Yuting held a bright jade stone in her hand and it illuminated the carriage. Zuo Yulong opened the book in front of him and began to write the words he had seen today.

"The Great Dao is only difficult. It does not lie to me…"

When he stopped writing, Zuo Yulong shook his head and sighed.

"I thought I could listen in at the Imperial City Academy. Even if I\'m not as good as others, I won\'t be too far off.

"Now that I\'ve seen these letters written by the Great Confucian, I know how profound the cultivation of the students of the Imperial City Academy who are taught by the Great Confucian every day will be."

Hearing his words, Zuo Yuting nodded and said, "It\'s the same. In the alchemy room, only official alchemists and direct disciples can receive the best guidance.

"Actually, they don\'t even care about the opportunities we fight for."

Zuo Lin opened his mouth wide as he listened to their conversation.

Opportunity.

How\'s the opportunity today?

"Yulong, Yuting, how about we move to the middle city from now on?" Zuo Lin asked as the carriage slowed down.

"Middle city?" Zuo Yuting was stunned. "Father, the rent for the houses in the middle city…"

"I agree." Zuo Yulong\'s eyes lit up. He turned to look at his sister. "The place we\'re living in now is filled with people. It\'s not a permanent place.

"It\'s much quieter in the middle city."

His eyes flickered as if there was a scorching flame in them. "The most important thing is that we can be closer to the shop, and we can stay in the shop longer."

Hearing his words, Zuo Yuting hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Brother, who do you think the shopkeeper and the lady boss are? Can their shop really thrive?

"If a pill store in the Imperial City doesn\'t have the background of a pill workshop, it\'s very difficult to remain in business."

As an apprentice in the alchemy room, she had seen many of the unspoken rules in this industry.

"Others might not be able to do it, but the shopkeeper and the lady boss definitely can." Zuo Yulong\'s expression was solemn.

"Father, don\'t you agree?"

Outside the carriage, Zuo Lin laughter rang out.

He had seen Han Muye move whatever he wanted at Lu Yuzhou\'s house.

Half-Sage.

He was the top figure in the world.

To be able to befriend such a person, how could he be an ordinary person?

The wheels rolled. Zuo Lin growled, "Let\'s move. We\'ll move to the middle city tonight."

For the next two days, Han Muye and Mu Wan decorated the shop and bought all kinds of furniture.

The courtyard was decorated with bamboo and stone, and the room was cleaned.

Fortunately, Zuo Lin was familiar with all the places. He drove the carriage and traveled everywhere. He could buy anything they needed.

However, the place they rented in the end was still dozens of miles away from the shop.

It wasn\'t that he didn\'t want to be closer to the Moon Viewing Town, but he really couldn\'t afford to live there.

Even if Zuo Lin gritted his teeth, he could not withstand the rent of a hundred spiritual rocks a month.

The shop looked a little different. Mu Wan began to think about refining some pills and putting them on the table first.

Han Muye still couldn\'t control his strength. After trying, the spiritual herbs were useless in the furnace, so he had to give up.

Cuicui and Shao Datian, who were next door, had already set up the shop. Four small tables were placed in the shop, and they prepared some food in the kitchen behind.

The kind that attracted children.

After studying it, they took up Han Muye\'s suggestion.

There were too many shops of all sizes in the Imperial City. There were countless restaurants.

Cuicui and Shao Datian were not chefs. It was not a bad idea to make some Southern Wasteland snacks to attract those children who were willing to come.

For the past two days, they were trying to run the store. Their various types of fried fish balls and flatbread sold rather well.

Especially at night, small tables with fried candy skewers were placed at the door, and Shao Datian, who wore a bulging shirt, squatted there to entice children to play. The entrance of the small shop was simply like an amusement park.

When they closed the stall at night, they could actually enter a few hundred spiritual coins into their account.

If they exchanged them for spiritual rocks, it would be a few low-grade spiritual rocks.

Based on their calculations, after deducting the cost and rent, they could still earn one or two yuan.

This profit made the two of them, who had not made any income, unable to sleep well the entire night.

In the shop, Han Muye was sitting behind the counter, casually drawing with an ink brush in his hand.

He seemed to be more interested in ink painting techniques recently.

This kind of drawing technique that was extremely close to nature and casual was very suitable for tempering one\'s mental state.

Zuo Yuting was helping Mu Wan refine pills in the quiet room in the backyard. Han Muye was watching from the front, and Zuo Yulong called out to her.

Zuo Lin went to buy furniture again.

He calculated that he had spent a few thousand spiritual rocks just to buy furniture for the shop recently.

In private, Zuo Lin told Zuo Yulong that this young master and young lady were not here to do business properly. They would do whatever they wanted.

What kind of business would spend money on furniture like this?

"Dear customer, we are a pill store. Our store isn\'t open yet. You can make an appointment first—" Zuo Yulong\'s voice sounded from the door.

Before he could finish speaking, someone at the door said, "Young Master."

Han Muye looked up with a smile.

Kong Zhaode.