1161 The Allegiance of the Gale Bandits, the Thunder Bandits, Sixth Master Qin (4)
Unless they were bandits from the Bitter Immortal Realm.
Han Muye squatted down and looked at a burly man cowering on the ground.
“Fellow Daoist, you seem to be interested in this guy. Look, his cultivation level is not low. He’s at least at the Human Immortal Realm. If his body hadn’t been shattered and his spirit damaged, he would be challenging to capture.”
A middle-aged man in a gray robe hurriedly walked over and spoke with a smile.
Human cultivators didn’t sell well in this market.
After all, they were of the same race and were not easy to enslave. Many cultivators were unwilling to buy them.
The bestsellers were those charming female demons.
Smooth.
“Were they all captured from the Bitter Immortal Realm?” Han Muye said casually.
His voice made the curled-up man, whose eyes had been closed, suddenly open them wide.
Seeing Han Muye’s face, the burly man widened his eyes.
“Yes, Fellow Daoist, you’re right. They were all taken from the Bitter Immortal Realm,” the gray-robed middle-aged man quickly replied.
The humans captured in the Bitter Immortal Realm were different from those captured elsewhere.
Only creatures from the Bitter Immortal Realm could be traded as commodities; others couldn’t.
“I’ll take him.”
Han Muye stood up and spoke calmly.
Though he dressed plainly and didn’t reveal his cultivation, the aura of a powerful cultivator inadvertently emanated from him due to his long periods of seclusion.
Just by standing there and speaking, he made people dare not look directly at him.
Hearing his words, the middle-aged man in the gray robe showed a pleased expression and was about to give a price, but the burly man interjected, “You should buy my brothers too.”
He looked up at Han Muye. “I was defeated by you back then. My life should have been yours.
“I want to take my brothers with me.”
Take with me.
His words made everyone around look up at Han Muye.
Some people widened their eyes, while others looked puzzled.
“And him,” the burly man pointed to a fellow cultivator lying nearby, covered in blood and on the brink of death.
“Please save him.”
The burly man implored Han Muye.
As Han Muye remained silent, the burly man lowered his voice and said, “He’s different from us.”
“Okay,” Han Muye finally said.
A look of joy appeared on the burly man’s face, and a trace of relief flashed through his tired eyes as he let out a low sigh.
The gray-robed middle-aged man’s face was filled with smiles.
This was a huge deal.
He quickly waved his hand and signaled an assistant behind him to come over, muttering a few words.
The shop assistant turned and hurried away.
In just a moment, a group of seven or eight cultivators with different figures quickly walked over.
“Haha, are you interested in the goods of my Zhulong Trading Company, fellow Daoist?”
“Come, come, we can talk in detail, in detail.”
At the front was an elderly white-haired old man in a grayish-black brocade robe.
When the old man saw Han Muye, he suddenly frowned.
“Brother, Brother Han?” A cry of surprise came from beside him.
Zhao Chen, whose eyes were wide open, looked at Han Muye in confusion.
Hearing his voice, the old man trembled and looked at Han Muye with a smile.
“Hehe, so it’s Fellow Daoist Han.”
“I’m Chen Zhulong, the head of the Zhulong Trading Company.”
He reached out and patted Zhao Chen’s shoulder. He smiled and said, “We have a close friendship.”
Han Muye looked at Zhao Chen and nodded.
Zhulong.
Torch Dragon.
An ancient divine beast.
This was a ferocious beast as renowned as the Phoenix and the Qilin.
“So it’s Senior Zhulong.”
“I want to buy all of them. Please name your price,” Han Muye said softly.
Upon hearing Han Muye’s words, Chen Zhulong smiled and said, “Since it’s fellow cultivator Han, you can have these people for free.”
Saying that, he waved his hand, and the group of cultivators who had accompanied him began to remove the suppressing runes from the captured human cultivators.
Without the suppression of the talismans, many people could struggle to get up.
The burly man on the ground also loosened his muscles and bones and turned to look at the fellow cultivator who had been lying motionless.
“Senior, friendship is friendship, business is business.” Han Muye waved his hand and looked at Zhao Chen.
“Zhao Chen, you handle the business negotiation with Senior Zhulong for me.”
“Don’t let Senior suffer a loss.”
Hearing his words, Zhao Chen grinned and said, “I know.”
Han Muye nodded at Chen Zhulong, then disappeared.
Seeing him leave, Zhao Chen turned to look at Chen Zhulong. “Brother Chen, how is it? My brother has always been generous. If you do business with us in Yunlan City, you won’t suffer any losses.”
Chen Zhulong nodded, narrowed his eyes, and looked in the direction Han Muye had left.
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“The Zhulong Trading Company is the top trading company under the rule of the Heavenly Brilliance Sect. The head of the trading company, Chen Zhulong, has extremely strong cultivation and possesses the bloodline power of a divine beast. He can hold sway both in the Bitter Immortal Realm and the Heavenly Brilliance Sect.”
“The Zhulong Trading Company seems to have been involved in the turmoil in the Bitter Immortal Realm, but which side they belong to is still uncertain.”
In the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, Zuo Baichou reported in a low voice.
“Zhao Chen values the strength of the Zhulong Trading Company and is making every effort to establish connections.”
“If this trading company really settles in Yunlan City, it will be beneficial for us as well.”
“The Heavenly Brilliance Sect is indeed formidable.”
As Han Muye sat motionless, Zuo Baichou whispered.
Heavenly Brilliance Sect.
Bitter Immortal Domain.
Han Muye tapped his finger on the long table in front of him.
He was prepared to make a trip to the Bitter Immortal Realm.
The legacy of Immortal Lord Cang Yun should be in the Bitter Immortal Realm. With the current turmoil there, it was a perfect opportunity to infiltrate quietly.
For him, the legacy of an Immortal Lord was an opportunity that could shape his future.
If he could connect with Zhulong Trading Company, he might be able to enter the bitter immortal realm silently.
“Chang Linhui greets Yunlan Sword Immortal.”
A moment later, Zhao Chen led the cultivators he had bought in the market to the hall. The burly man following behind him bowed to Han Muye.
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