"This is your private box. I’ll be right outside. Just give me a command if you need anything!"
At the entrance of the private box, the maid stopped and turned to speak respectfully to Chu Ming and Zhu Hongxue.
The box was moderately sized, with two demon beast leather chairs inside. In the middle was a round table, laden with spirit fruits and spiritual wine. Rich spiritual power emanated from them, making one feel refreshed and happy just by taking a whiff.
The ceiling of the box had a colorful flower-patterned lamp, about the size of a human head, illuminating the box brightly.
Zhu Hongxue and Chu Ming each sat in a chair. After the maid left and closed the door, Zhu Hongxue’s face was full of worry as she spoke.
"Zhao Yuan’s brother should be Zhao Gou. I didn’t expect that because of me, you haven’t even entered the Celestial Travel Sect yet and have already gotten into big trouble with Zhao Gou. I’m really sorry!"
"Zhao Gou should still not be able to dominate entirely in the Celestial Travel Sect!"
Chu Ming narrowed his eyes and said lightly.
Zhu Hongxue nodded in agreement, finding Chu Ming’s words reasonable. Currently, there were more than thirty True Disciples in the Celestial Travel Sect, but Zhao Gou was among the weaker ones. Naturally, the sect’s nurturing of him was also lower.
From Chu Ming and Zhu Hongxue’s box, they could take in the entire scene of the square. At the moment, two martial artists were in the field, both dressed in black, like long-lost enemies, each move deadly.
Demon Dao experts usually fought ferociously, often willing to deplete themselves, risking their lives in every move. Therefore, to a certain extent, if two martial artists of the same cultivation level faced off, a Demon Dao Martial Artist could often exert one hundred and twenty percent of their combat power.
Chu Ming’s eyes fell on the two of them, noticing that both were True Dao Seventh Layer martial artists, one using a blade, the other a sword. As soon as they started, the blade light and sword light engulfed the entire arena.
Sword Dao, to some extent, is interconnected. Observing others’ moves helps in improving one’s own Sword Dao. However, the swordsman’s Sword Dao insight in the field was too low. In Chu Ming’s eyes, every strike had numerous flaws. If Chu Ming were to fight him, he was confident he could kill him in one move!
But this was understandable. With Chu Ming’s current Sword Dao realm, it was comparable to the weaker Guiyuan Realm experts. Perhaps only by observing their battles could he gain some benefits.
"I wonder if there will be any Guiyuan Realm swordsmen duels?"
After the two in the field finished fighting, Chu Ming turned to ask Zhu Hongxue.
A flicker of doubt flashed in Zhu Hongxue’s eyes but quickly disappeared.
"Guiyuan Realm duels are rare, and Guiyuan Realm swordsmen are even more so a rarity. Such Demon Dao experts would rather die than live in this dark arena."
"However, the arena has Memory Compasses, which record many Guiyuan Realm swordsmen duels! You might as well buy a few!"
Chu Ming nodded. He had read about Memory Compasses in books. Through them, the holder could experience the battle scenes firsthand. But because they are difficult to carve, they come at a high price.
After watching a few more duels, all involving True Dao Martial Artists, Chu Ming found them boring and felt the urge to leave.
After another duel ended, Chu Ming said to Zhu Hongxue.
"I’ll take you to buy Memory Compasses!"
Zhu Hongxue stood up and led Chu Ming out of the box, heading towards the back hall of the arena, where Memory Compasses were sold.
"What would you like to buy?"
Beside the counter, an old man in a gray robe asked Chu Ming and Zhu Hongxue with a smile.
"How much is the Memory Compass of a Guiyuan Realm swordsman?"
Chu Ming asked lightly, his eyes looking behind the old man at the luminous square cabinets.
The old man’s eyes brightened. Just by looking at Chu Ming, he could sense the aura of a swordsman. Without guessing, he knew what Chu Ming wanted the Memory Compasses for!
"These are the prices for various Guiyuan Realm Sword Dao experts’ Memory Compasses. Let me know when you’ve made a choice."
The old man took out a piece of white hard paper from the counter and handed it to Chu Ming, then turned to serve other customers.
Chu Ming’s eyes fell on the white hard paper, which listed various Memory Compass prices.
"Guiyuan Realm First Layer swordsman Memory Compass, priced at thirty thousand lower grade Spirit Stones!
Guiyuan Realm First Layer swordsman Memory Compass, priced at fifty thousand lower grade Spirit Stones!
Guiyuan Realm Second Layer swordsman Memory Compass, priced at one hundred thousand lower grade Spirit Stones!
Guiyuan Realm Ninth Layer swordsman Memory Compass, priced at five million lower grade Spirit Stones!"
The prices varied widely, even for the same Guiyuan Realm First Layer swordsman Memory Compass, ranging from thirty thousand to seventy thousand lower grade Spirit Stones, a significant difference.
Clearly, even with the same cultivation level, their understanding of Sword Dao differed. The deeper the understanding, the more valuable it was to martial artists.
As the swordsman’s cultivation level rose, so did the prices. Chu Ming’s eyes fell on the highest Memory Compass price, which was an astonishing five million lower grade Spirit Stones.
Chu Ming had almost spent all his lower grade Spirit Stones, but he had robbed some during a Demon Dao expert attack on the way, totaling around one and a half million.
After a quick scan, Chu Ming chose three compasses: one Guiyuan Realm First Layer swordsman Memory Compass for seventy thousand, one Guiyuan Realm Second Layer swordsman Memory Compass for two hundred and forty thousand, and one Guiyuan Realm Third Layer swordsman Memory Compass for four hundred and fifty thousand lower grade Spirit Stones.
"I’ll take these three compasses. Here are the Spirit Stones!"
Chu Ming walked to the gray-robed old man, returning the hard paper to him.
The old man took the Storage Ring, checked the Spirit Stones, and turned to open three small drawers, taking out three fist-sized gray compasses and handing them to Chu Ming. The Memory Compasses were engraved with intricate patterns like the traces of memories.
"These are three Memory Compasses. Remember, each one can only be viewed three times. After that, they will self-destruct. To continue watching, you need to purchase again!"
The old man reminded Chu Ming.
Putting the Memory Compasses into the Storage Ring, Chu Ming and Zhu Hongxue left the arena. They wandered the streets for half a day, encountering many new things, broadening Chu Ming’s horizons.
Afterwards, they returned to the inn together.