Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1463 Meeting Zeng Daniu Again (3)

Chapter 1463 Meeting Zeng Daniu Again (3)

Did the Han Shan Tribe have such power?

"Han Mountain Tribe. I seem to have heard that they're holding a patriarch inheritance ceremony." Someone scratched his head and muttered softly.

"Yes, yes. I heard that their young patriarch has come out of seclusion and will inherit the position of patriarch."

For a while, there were discussions about the Han Mountain Clan everywhere on the streets.

The once-silent Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan became the topic of conversation for everyone.

The black tiger pulled the carriage and arrived at the slope of the stone houses ahead in a moment.

There were places where smoke rose and black furnaces that were 20 to 30 feet tall.

"Go forward to smelt the raw ore."

"If you want to refine weapons, ascend the mountain and queue up with Seventh Elder first."

The Green Deer clansman who welcomed him stood in front of the black tiger with a nervous expression.

The black tiger was 20 feet tall, truly imposing.

"We are going to smelt all these raw ores." Han Muye jumped down from the carriage and said loudly.

The appearance of the Green Deer Clansmen was not much different from human tribes; only their eyes were closer together, and their faces were a bit pointed.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the Green Deer Clan member cupped his hands and said, "By the old rules, 30% of the raw ore as a reward, come back to collect the minerals in three months."

30%?

Three months from now?

Han Muye frowned and looked around. "Is 30% too high?"

"Also, three months is too long."

At this time, two more Green Deer Clan members walked over, glanced at Han Muye and the black tiger pulling the carriage, and exchanged a glance.

"If three months is too long, you can come a bit earlier, say, one and a half months, but the reward will be increased by 1%." The white-haired elder on the left arched his hand, "This is giving face to the Golden Crow clan.

"Young friend, you should see that there are still many clans' raw ores waiting to be smelted."

Not only no discount, but also an additional 1%.

Han Muye felt like he was being treated as a lamb to be slaughtered.

"The geothermal fire here is not exclusive to the Green Deer Clan, and not all of your tribe can smelt raw ores." Han Muye looked at the Green Deer Clan members in front of him and said loudly, "There should be some room for negotiation in business.""

This statement stunned the people from various clans who looked over.

The three Green Deer Clan members in front also froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Are you from the Han Mountain Clan?

"I heard that the Han Mountain Clan is in decline, is that why you are reluctant to pay for smelting raw ores?" The Green Deer elder on the right side laughed heartily, then looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"In that case, take this raw ore to the Black Bear tribe's residence a hundred miles away in Sandal Ridge. They have also set up smelting furnaces in recent years."

Not doing business?

Han Muye didn't linger, turned around and walked away.

"Forget it. The underground fire used by the Sandal Ridge Black Bear Clan is too violent and can't be used for smelting.

"30% is the rule of the Green Deer Clan for tens of thousands of years."

Some people whispered, preparing to sell Han Muye a favor.

After all, the black tiger was majestic. It could be seen that it was extraordinary.

Han Muye cupped his hands and led the carriage away.

"Forget it, if he comes back, charge him 50%!" Behind him, the Green Deer Clan elder shouted loudly.

Han Jin and the others showed expressions of anger, but they couldn't react and could only follow the carriage.

They arrived at the hundred-mile mark in no time.

This was a low-lying mountain range with geothermal fires. The hot breath permeated the surroundings, and there was a black furnace with flames rising in front.

The welcoming Black Bear Clan members were tall and strong, with dark faces and furry ears.

In the Great Desolate, clans were also divided into levels. Only clans that had awakened extremely powerful bloodlines and had many experts in their clan could suppress a region. Only then could they be considered a superior clan.

The bloodline power of the Black Bear Clan was not bad, but the strength of the clan here was weak.

Just like the Golden Crow Clan, their bloodline level was extremely high, but not all races were considered superior-cla.s.s. Han Mountain Clan was not qualified.

Hearing Han Muye say that he was here to smelt, the Black Bear Patriarch, who was at the fifth level of the Essence Spirit Realm, was pleasantly surprised.

"We only want 10% of the payment.

"However, it's not easy for us to control the consumption.

"However, we're willing to help our Golden Crow friends smelt and forge weapons without receiving any reward."

Forging weapons?

This was something only blacksmiths could do.

There were only more than a thousand people in the Sandal Ridge Black Bear Clan. The strongest person was only at the fifth level of the Essence Spirit Realm. Would there be a blacksmith in the race?

Seeing Han Muye's puzzled gaze, the Black Bear Patriarch named Ci Ji half nervously and half proudly told him the reason.

His only son, the young patriarch of the Black Bear clan, Ci Yuan, had a talent for crafting, and even though he was only a hundred years old, he had mastered very proficient crafting skills. He had even visited the trading grounds of the Tiger Leap Ridge to meet human craftsmen and learn the complete art of crafting.

Hundred years old.

Talent in refining weapons?

Han Muye's heart skipped a beat. He nodded and said, "If you can really refine them, I don't mind giving these raw ores to you to forge weapons."

Joy appeared on Ci Ji's face. He summoned his clansmen to whisper a few words and untied the war hammer at his waist for Han Muye to see.

The war hammer was roughly forged, even cruder than the Green Deer Clan's craftsmanship, but at least they had the means of forging.

For a small clan, having such skills meant being able to survive and thrive.

When he returned the war hammer to Ci Ji, a black bear youth more than 10 feet tall walked over.

Seeing the young man, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

"Little Yuan, this is the young patriarch of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan." Ci Ji introduced warmly.

The black bear young man cupped his hands and said in a thunderous voice, "Ci Yuan greets Young Patriarch Han."

Han Muye's gaze pa.s.sed over Ci Yuan's arm.

A faint golden sword shadow.

As expected.

Han Muye was somewhat emotional. He never thought that among the cultivators who came with him, someone was so close to him.