YM778.TV Chapter 1914: 790, Heavenly Secret City, Luo the Madman_2
Chapter 1914: 790, Heavenly Secret City, Luo the Madman_2
Taking a deep breath and looking towards the now-disappeared Flying Shuttle, she whispered softly, “No one knows how much strength his body can exert.”
The fusion with twelve half-step Universe-level battle puppets was truly frightening.
The key question was, how could his body possess such powerful strength to support the operation of twelve half-step Universe-level battle puppets?
“Let’s go, Little Han and this fellow are actually quite alike,” the God-Slaying Puppet Fighter spoke and then swiftly ran off.
Great Venerable Muyue was stunned for a moment, then nodded, “Indeed, that kid is also a bit of a madman.”
Sitting cross-legged on the Flying Shuttle, Han Muye’s face momentarily flashed with a strange expression.
“How is it, smooth, isn’t it?” Seeing Han Muye’s expression, the robed elder revealed a proud look.
It was more than smooth.
The design of this Flying Shuttle broke through the gusts of wind brought about by rapid flight, and sitting upon the Flying Shuttle, one could feel not the slightest turbulence.
Moreover, while sitting on the Flying Shuttle, the changing scenery in front of one’s eyes became incredibly slow, allowing the occupants to see clearly.
Creating such a device wasn’t really difficult, but for cultivators who treated flying through the skies as easily as walking on the ground, no one had thought to make such a design.
“Was this Flying Shuttle designed for ordinary people?” Han Muye turned to look at the elder by his side.
His words made the elder’s eyes light up, and he clicked his tongue, “Not bad at all, you’re the quickest of everyone who has first ridden a flying vessel to realize the function of this Flying Shuttle.”
“Those folks all say my Flying Shuttle looks fine but is useless.”
The old man eagerly leaned closer to Han Muye and then lowered his voice, “Tell me, if I sell this Flying Shuttle, could I make a fortune?”
Earn a fortune?
Fear that business would lead to bankruptcy.
“Senior, who among ordinary people could afford your Flying Shuttle?” Han Muye asked calmly.
His words made the old man’s expression stiffen.
“Can’t afford it?” The old man gazed ahead, his face revealing a touch of madness, “How can they not afford it? Isn’t it just a million origin coins? Is that a lot? Is that a lot?”
A million origin coins wasn’t much for cultivators in the divine realm, who were often at the divine or sage level.
But for ordinary mortals, that was an astronomical figure far beyond reach.
A fierce aura began to rise from the elder, and the Flying Shuttle he controlled started to wobble.
To properly control this Flying Shuttle, one needed at least the strength of Ninth Level Cultivation.
What ordinary person could have such strength?
And which cultivator at the Ninth Level would need this Flying Shuttle?
Han Muye looked at the continuously trembling Flying Shuttle and then turned his gaze to the elder beside him, whose aura was already unstable.
“Senior, may I know if it’s possible for me to purchase this Flying Shuttle and its patent?”
The elder turned around, his eyes flashing with a dangerous spiritual light.
He stared at Han Muye, his expression severe, “Kid, are you pitying me?”
A force like a torrential thunderstorm pressed down from above, and Han Muye felt as if he was being pushed down into the depths of the ocean, unable to resurface.
It was as if all the bloodline power in his body was frozen.
“Do you know who I am, and do you want to flatter me by buying my patent?”
“Are you trying to humiliate me, to make me lose face with your origin coins?”
In the depths of the elder’s eyes, a tide of red began to rise.
Behind him, the phantom body of a mutated beast faintly emerged.
“Senior, I want this Flying Shuttle to use in traversing the void,” Han Muye’s voice rang out, calm and steady.
“To expand the body ten thousand times, carrying hundreds of thousands of people at once, crossing through the void, roaming the universe.”
“With Senior’s method of negating gusts of wind, it would be the most suitable for void travel.”
“Buzz”
The Flying Shuttle came to a stop.
The elder’s face twitched, his eyes shining with light.
He stood up, his fingers trembling, his whole body quivering.
“Yes, refine it into a massive Flying Shuttle, thirty thousand feet long, then traverse through the void.”
“Yes, with the speed and space-tearing methods of this Flying Shuttle, even universe traversal is possible.”
“But how can we solve the power issues?”
“What materials should we use?”
“And also, for something so large, how do we design its internal support structure…”
Muttering to himself, the elder seemed to forget Han Muye’s presence, his figure flickered and then disappeared from the spot.
He had gone.
Han Muye sat there, a light smile showing on his face. He shook his head, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the Flying Shuttle in front of him.
“Boom”
Memory images like a torrent rushed into his mind.
If his soul hadn’t been stable and his cultivation had reached the Universe level, his mind would have definitely shattered under the impact.
In this tiny shuttle made for mortals to command, there actually lay such an abundance of memories!
Countless fragments of battle puppet armors appeared, then they were condensed together by a pair of hands.
No wonder this flying shuttle was actually refined from various battle puppet armor fragments.
The reason these armor fragments were broken was due to encountering great battles.
All sorts of chaotic battle scenes emerged in Han Muye’s mind, then coalesced into a flying shuttle.
A mad elder, piloting the shuttle, one moment would step into the territory of a divine beast, fiercely battling it, another moment, he would chase a Universe-level powerhouse with the shuttle.
The seven families of the divine realm, several major powers, a few great temples, those refining experts in Heavenly Secret City, everyone would hide upon seeing him.
“Luo the Madman…” A smile appeared on Han Muye’s face.
From the memories of the battle puppet armor fragments and Luo the Madman’s refining experiences, Han Muye saw the methods of a mad blacksmith grandmaster.
All sorts of ingenious ideas were displayed.
All the things ordinary refiners dared not attempt were one by one experimented with.
As a result, it was natural that Heavenly Secret City suffered disaster everywhere.
But among these, some matters made Han Muye’s eyes gleam with brilliance.
“Combined battle puppets.”
He murmured softly.
Luo the Madman repeatedly took action, transforming his own body into a battle puppet.
Not the biomimetic battle puppets like Zheng Yaoyang, nor the Chaos Level battle puppets refined by Han Muye, but a fusion of half-step Universe-level battle puppets.
Time and time again he fused them.
Which was different from Han Muye’s direct combinations.
“What a madman indeed…”
Leaping down from the flying vessel, Han Muye waved his hand.
The flying shuttle turned into a palm-sized, oval, light cyan shuttle and fell into his hand.
Shaking his head, he put away the flying shuttle and walked towards the spacious square not far ahead.
There, was the trading square of Heavenly Secret City.
The cultivator on duty checked Han Muye’s badge, and upon hearing that it was Han Muye’s first visit to Heavenly Secret City, gestured for a seventh-level refiner to approach.
“This Divine Artificer is visiting Heavenly Secret City for the first time, and as per our city’s custom, you are to guide him around the trading area, making sure to explain everything clearly that needs explaining,” said the cultivator on duty, a sage-level armor master, with a hint of arrogance and authority in his voice.
The seventh-level refiner smiled and bowed to Han Muye, then led him forward.
“Senior, my name is Qiao Da, I have cultivated in Heavenly Secret City for three thousand years, there’s nothing here I’m not familiar with.”
“If senior encounters any difficulties during your first visit, just look for me.”
Qiao Da was very talkative, leading Han Muye through rows of wooden racks and various stalls with spiritual materials on display.
“You don’t need to look at these, they’re all materials below the ninth level.”
“Seeing the demeanor of Master Han, you definitely wouldn’t be interested in these,” Qiao Da said after hearing Han Muyemention his surname; as per the custom among blacksmiths, he referred to him as Master Han.
Divine Artificer.
Han Muye looked around, indeed the materials placed on the racks and stalls of these Mu family areas were not of high grades.
Even the few decent spiritual materials he occasionally saw were not cheaply priced.
In a place like Heavenly Secret City, don’t expect to find a bargain.
Everyone here was a refiner, and not just any refiner, but high-level ones; how do you expect to snatch a deal?
After crossing several wide avenues, the atmosphere of the pedestrians around him gradually grew distinct.
Most were cultivators wearing Divine and Sage level badges.
“Master Han, the materials for sale on the square ahead are all Sage level and Divine level, and even Primordial Chaos level materials and some parts are common,” Qiao Da said, pointing ahead and speaking softly.
Han Muye nodded and walked toward the square ahead.
“Eh, isn’t that a core elder from the Armament Alliance?” a voice came from behind just as Han Muye took a few steps.
Han Muye paused his steps and turned around.
“How so, Elder Yu Changdao, feeling a cash crunch that you’ve come out to sell family treasures?”
“If you really want to sell, why not put that Universe-level battle puppet you have up for sale?”
“To me, it seems you would be better off returning to Wanjin City. Isn’t it good to strut around there in authority?” the mocking voice came from a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing a Divine Artificer badge on his chest.