Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1260 Equal To Heaven Immortal Venerable, Immortal Vanquishing Sword (2)

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"Wait a moment," Han Muye reached out to stop him, lowering his voice, and said, "I can't come up with so many divine crystals at once."

Can't come up with divine crystals?

Zhu Cheng was stunned.

Is he joking?

He still wants to buy those three million sets of battle armor without divine crystals?

Han Muye reached out and patted Zhu Cheng's shoulder. "Brother, do you want to get rich together?"

Han Muye felt that he wouldn't talk business.

Really, if Zuo Baichou and Zhao Chen did these things, it would be much easier than him.

For example, at this moment, he had to explain for a long time before Zhu Cheng understood what he meant.

Three million sets of armor were bought at the price of four divine crystals per set.

This was a 20% discount.

Because of the large quantity, this price was achievable.

But even so, it was still twelve million divine crystals.

Who could come up with that?

"I have three million divine crystals on hand." Han Muye stretched out his hand and raised three fingers.

"You know, even for a large sect, it's impossible to come up with that many divine crystals all at once."

It was indeed difficult to take out three million divine crystals at once.

Even for those large sects, divine crystals are allocated and not available for immediate use.

Han Muye now understood how divine crystals were obtained in the divine realm.

They were gathered through large formations, absorbing the divinity from the void, and then integrating it into their bodies to convert it into their own power.

A Divine Crystal represented a Dark Demon Beast.

Divine crystals were both a symbol of wealth and strength.

Without controlling a few worlds, it was impossible to gather a million divine crystals.

"Three million…" Zhu Cheng looked at Han Muye's three fingers.

"Young Master, there's still a lot of difference."

"Don't be anxious." Han Muye chuckled. "Three million as a deposit, and the remaining ten years will be sent over. Is this condition okay?"

Han Muye said in a low voice, "Leave the armor with your Black Armor Sect."

If he didn't take the armor, he would pay three million yuan as a deposit and the remaining divine crystals within 10 years.

If this business was successful, he would probably directly become a deacon in the sect.

No, he was at least a deacon with real power.

A huge business worth 10 million Divine Gems!

"You know, I just want to sell these armors to the Chengyue Sect." Han Muye threw down the last bait.

"I'll give you 10% of whatever you earn."

10%!

Zhu Cheng's heart almost stopped beating, and the divinity in his body exploded.

In a 10-million-dollar business, the final profit would be at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of divine crystals!

"I, I'll try…" Zhu Cheng muttered.

Han Muye reached out and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, you can definitely do it."

Zhu Cheng went to look for his Elder, while Han Muye stayed where he was and waited for him.

"Kid, you dare to do such a big business?" Spirit Sword Golden Immortal's voice sounded.

"Aren't you afraid that you'll lose everything in the end?"

Han Muye nodded. "I'm afraid."

"Then why did you—" Spirit Sword Golden Immortal stopped before he could finish.

Not far away, a beam of light came straight over.

"Haha, Young Master Han, please, please—" A fat old man in a golden robe strode over with a smile.

The old man was the Elder Zhu Cheng had mentioned.

The Elder of the Trading Hall, Shen Zhaoyue, controlled many blast furnaces and had a lot of sutra business.

Zhu Cheng had already told Shen Zhaoyue about the business according to Han Muye.

Three million as a deposit.

That alone was enough.

Zhu Cheng could not see far enough, but Shen Zhaoyue understood.

This was a person who wanted to consume tens of millions of divine crystals with a three million deposit.

However, as an Elder of the Trading Hall, who knew how much business he had done, he was not afraid.

"Young Master Han, if you want armor, I can actually lower the price." Shen Zhaoyue looked at Han Muye and pressed her palm lightly, then said, "However, you have to pay the rest within three years."

Three years.

He had to pay the remaining divine crystals in three years.

It was impossible for Han Muye to come up with it.

The divine crystals on him were obtained from breaking the Refinement Immortal Array in the Zhenyuan Immortal World, as well as the reward from the Luyang Dao Sect.

He probably wouldn't be able to earn so many divine crystals in ten thousand years alone.

"Three years?" Han Muye looked hesitant.

After pondering for a moment, he said in a low voice, "I wonder if I can pay with spirit soul iron?"

Spirit Soul Iron!

Shen Zhaoyue's expression changed.

This was an extremely precious treasure in the realm.

However, this treasure was only controlled by a few sects.

The closest one seemed to be the Soaring Heaven Divine Sect?

The Soaring Heaven Divine Sect was not a large sect, and it was not something the Black Armor Sect could not afford to offend.

His gaze swept across Han Muye's armor and landed on the sword behind him.

Shen Zhaoyue smiled and nodded and said, "If outsiders can't do it, of course Young Master Han can."

"How about this? We'll sign a three-year agreement."

Han Muye also smiled. "Alright, I'll take these armors with me within three years."

The paper scroll that had written the contract was not ordinary paper. It was a treasure materialized with the soul and had a certain restraining power.

As for the brush and ink used to write the contract, they were not ordinary brush and ink either. They were condensed from the bloodline of a divine beast.

When the contract was set up, lightning flashed.

Han Muye handed over the three million divine crystals, while the Black Armor Sect sealed all the armor.

"Young Master Han, you have to come quickly…" Zhu Cheng said worriedly as he sent Han Muye out of the Black Armor Sect.

"Don't worry." Han Muye smiled and nodded, then rode away.

After he left, Shen Zhaoyue and a few elders in brocade robes smiled.

"Zhu Cheng." Shen Zhaoyue's voice made Shen Zhaoyue tremble.

"Elder." Zhu Cheng bowed.

"Do you think Young Master Han will have the remaining seven million divine crystals?"

Shen Zhaoyue stared at Zhu Cheng.