Chapter 363 - Winning Not Spiritual Rocks, but the Hearts of the People (3)
Chapter 363: Winning Not Spiritual Rocks, but the Hearts of the People (3)
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It really wasn’t much.
There were only about 200 of them.
The medicinal pill’s spiritual light was like a star hanging above Han Muye’s head.
The 200 pills shone with a halo that made it difficult for one to open one’s eyes.
“Here are the pills. Take them if you need them.
“Don’t hold back. Explode and refine them.
“After this battle, I’ll give one to each of you.”
Han Muye’s voice was not loud, but everyone heard him.
If they needed to take pills, they would help themselves to them.
The Immortal Grade Pill exploded, activating its medicinal power.
After the battle, everyone who participated in the battle would get one.
At this moment, be it on the river, in the sky, or on both sides of the riverbank, more and more cultivators gathered and looked at Han Muye in a daze.
How much are these pills worth?
Which sect in the Western Frontier can afford it?
Which sect is willing to give them away?
Just to stop the enemy for two hours?
Above the cloud, many Golden Core cultivators looked at Tuoba Cheng, who was motionless in front of them.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect has first manifested their strength and then their responsibility. Now, is it time to display their wealth?
“Boom!”
Below, the Immortal Grade Pill in He Xuanqi’s hand exploded, and the vast medicinal power enveloped his body.
In an instant, his long hair stood up and his entire body emitted a green spiritual light.
“Satisfying!”
He Xuanqi shouted and his body turned into a stream of light. He unsheathed his swords again.
The technique’s goal was to attempt the impossible.
Gu Yuanlong, who was standing in front of Han Muye, raised his hand and waved. A pill appeared in his hand.
“I’m going to kill another one,” he said in a low voice. Without swallowing any pills, he flew away.
Han Muye smiled.
For this pill, this fellow was finally going to show his true ability.
“Brother Han, may I have a pill?” the tall, green-robed Duan Yihong shouted.
The Infinite Dao Sect’s Dao Seed, Duan Yihong, was a powerful cultivator who carried 10,000 tons of weight and fought in the opposite direction.
“As long as you kill the demons and stop the enemy, anyone can take this pill,” Han Muye said loudly without changing his expression.
Duan Yihong laughed out loud. He did not take the pill. Instead, he moved, and the phantom of a giant turtle appeared behind him.
“Boom!”
The giant turtle rushed forward.
Its thousand-foot-long body crashed into the water, creating violent waves.
“That’s Duan Yihong from the Infinite Dao Sect? He’s so powerful,” someone muttered in the distance.
“After all, it’s one of the nine sects. How can the Infinite Dao Sect be weak? Even Duan Yihong wants to ally with Immortal Han?”
Someone’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the blocked waves.
If I form an alliance with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and kill the water demons, I can obtain precious medicinal pills. Fancy that!
“Senior Brother Han, Sun Yuze of the Deer City Dao Sect is here to help you.”
A voice bellowed as it crashed into the waves.
“The River Spirit Sword Sect’s Zhu Zixin is here to join in the fun.”
“Me too.”
One after another, the sect’s elites flew out.
Those who dared to fight were all true experts who were confident that they could fight against the great demons.
Although the pills were good, they were not easy to obtain.
For those who didn’t have the strength to fight great demons, it was better to just watch.
“Boom!”
Lu Gao struck downwards, and a hundred-foot-long fish in front of him was slashed in the head.
The big fish flipped over and died.
“What a hard head,” Lu Gao muttered as he shook his head.
Although this sword had killed the big fish, it did not split it open immediately. Instead, it shattered the big fish’s soul.
Han Muye, who was standing on the reef, raised his hand. A green light guided the waves and held the big fish.
“It’s the carcass of a black-armored fish demon from the Eastern Sea. It’s at the Meridian Opening Realm. Its black armor is sturdy and can’t be injured by swords.
“200,000 spiritual rocks for each demon fish. Who wants it?”
Han Muye shouted.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
We can even do business? they wondered.
“Haha, 200,000. Deal, I’ll take it!” A voice sounded from the riverbank.
He turned around and saw a fat old man in a brocade robe standing on the stone cliff.
Jin Jialin.
The head of the Jin family in the Western Frontier.
“Immortal Han, if you’re giving 200,000 spiritual rocks for each demon fish, I will join in too.” Not far away, an old man in a green robe chuckled.
Han Muye looked at him and nodded slightly.
It was Shopkeeper He.
Shopkeeper He of Zhenling Treasure Store.
Bai Suzhen’s staff.
Han Muye raised his hand and carried the two killed water demons over with the waves.
He didn’t ride his sword, nor did he display his absolute strength. This water-controlling technique looked very ordinary.
The people watching the battle felt that there was only a weak spiritual qi surging on Han Muye’s body.
“Spiritual rocks, spiritual medicines, elixirs, and spiritual weapons, I’ll pay now.”
Han Muye’s voice came.
Jin Jialin laughed out loud and threw out a bunch of spiritual pearls.
Shopkeeper He also threw out 20 high-grade spiritual rocks.
Han Muye reached out and received the spiritual rocks and spiritual pearls. Then he wrapped most of them in spiritual energy and pushed them forward.
Two balls of spiritual qi wrapped around the spirit pearls and spiritual rocks and flew forward.
One was for Lu Gao, and the other was for Duan Yihong, who had just killed the fish demons.
Spiritual pearls were easy to absorb, and spiritual rocks were easy to carry.
Han Muye distributed them.
Duan Yihong laughed and grabbed the ball of spiritual light. He crushed it and put away the spiritual rocks. All the spiritual pearls exploded.
“Bam—”
Ahead, another fish demon was killed.
“I want it!” someone shouted from the riverbank.
Han Muye raised his hand and sent the fish demon’s carcass over.
Then he got a pile of spiritual herbs.
At this moment, figures flew out.
The spiritual light and sword light turned from scattered to magnificent.
Sword light and spells suppressed the surging waves.
On both sides of the river, more people joined the bidding for the fish demons’ carcasses.
Regardless of whether it was refining a spiritual artifact or absorbing the blood, qi, and bones of such great demon carcasses, it would be a huge profit.
200,000 spiritual rocks was more than double.
For a time, the riverbank was in full swing.
The spectators from the various sects who were waiting by the riverbank even had the impulse to rush into the river to take advantage of the situation.
Even if they could not collect the carcasses of the great demon fishes, those that were 30 to 50 feet long were also extremely good…
The competition between the nine sects of the Western Frontier started tens of thousands of years ago. It would happen every few hundred years.
Every time, to the large sects that controlled the Western Frontier, it was a major moment in the rise of the sect.
Every time, countless lives would fall, and geniuses would rise and wither.
The power and glory of the sect depended on this.
This was the rule of the Western Frontier, a path that the sects of the Western Frontier carefully followed.
But today, everything was in a mess.
Above the clouds, there was confusion.
How did such an important competition become a business?
Daoist Wan Hua’s expression, which had always been calm, turned gloomy.
With a cold snort, he waved his sleeves and disappeared.
Li Mubai shook his head and left as well.
After a while, the waves in the river slowly stopped.
The water demon stopped attacking.
At this moment, there were still half an hour before the two-hour deadline Han Muye had set.
Everyone stood on the reef and waited quietly.
Half an hour later, the river was calm.
“We won!”
On the river bank, countless cheers sounded.
Among them, many people shook their heads regretfully.
Why didn’t I attack?
I haven’t earned enough yet…
Han Muye smiled and waved his hand. Pills flew out and landed on the dragon boat.
The dragon boat moved forward against the water.
“We’ve lost a lot in this battle,” Daoist Dayan muttered.
“It’s not too much of a loss. I saw that the cost of the spiritual herbs consumed by Young Master when he was refining pills had been recovered. We even made a small profit,” Zhao Yunlong muttered.
Han Muye chuckled and looked up at the sky.
He had profited.
What he won was not spiritual rocks, but the hearts of the people.
The prestige that the Spiritual Dao Sect had garnered in the Western Frontier for countless years was collapsing.
What he broke were the rules and the barriers in people’s hearts.
Ambition had already taken root in everyone’s hearts, so let it grow!
A thousand miles upstream, on the flat surface of the river, on the dragon boat of the Spiritual Dao Sect, Lu Qingchen, the leader of the seven sons of the sect, had a gloomy expression.
“The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Han Muye will ruin the blood sacrifice plan.”
His tone was vicious.
“Then let’s kill them all,” Lu Qingyuan, who was sitting cross-legged, said coldly.
“Wait until the deal between our sect and the demon race is completed. Break the seal and summon the experts from the Immortal Spirit World before making a move.” A voice sounded indifferently.
“Okay.”
“Sure.”
“Then let’s wait.”