128: Chapter 128 Purchasing Weapons

The restaurant fell silent for a moment, and then it erupted into chaos.

"A Qixia Sect Disciple? Who is it?"

"Killing multiple Fourth-Rank Warriors alone, what kind of cultivation level must that be? Late Stage Fourth-Rank? Or Peak Fourth-Rank?"

"The Fourth-Rank Warriors of the Black Tiger Gang are no pushovers; they are ruthless characters who lick blood off the edge of a knife. To be able to kill several of them alone, this person's strength is definitely top-tier within the same Realm."

The eyes of the few new Disciples went wide as they listened.

Zhao Mingyang put down his chopsticks, and Zhao Mingyue also put away her previous expression of having seen it all, her face showing a hint of admiration.

Junior Sister Zheng Xiaoyun turned to look at Senior Brother Li and asked, "Senior Brother Li, does our Qixia Sect have someone like that?"

Senior Brother Li held his wine cup, pondered for a moment, and nodded, "Well, there are some. It is rare in our Qixia Sect to be able to kill multiple Martial Artists of the same Realm alone, but there are indeed a few."

He put down his wine cup and began to count on his fingers, "Senior Brother Ye Chen of Zixia Peak, his swordsmanship is superb, with a cultivation level of Late Stage Fourth-Rank; he has never been defeated in battles against those of the same Realm.

Senior Brother Chen Rulong of Chixia Peak, his fire-element Cultivation Technique is fierce and violent, Late Stage Fourth-Rank, with extremely strong frontal crushing power.

Senior Brother Li Changsheng of Qingxia Peak, his movement technique is the best among the seven Peaks, Late Stage Fourth-Rank; it is said he once chased down three Martial Artists of the same Realm alone and killed them all.

And there is Senior Brother Xiuluo of Moxia Peak, whose whereabouts are mysterious and his attacks are ruthless; he is at the Late Stage Fourth-Rank, but his true combat power is unfathomable."

With every name mentioned, the eyes of the new Disciples brightened a little more. Some of these names they had heard of, some they were hearing for the first time, but each one filled them with longing.

After Senior Brother Li finished speaking, he shook his head, "It's just unclear which one of them was the one who acted this time."

"Maybe it's Senior Brother Ye? Senior Brother Ye's swordsmanship is the most powerful."

"I think it's Senior Brother Chen; frontal crushing fits the style of killing several people alone."

"Senior Brother Li Changsheng is also possible; with fast movement techniques, one can come and go freely while being besieged."

The new Disciples began to discuss it all at once, analyzing it logically.

Zhao Mingyang said it should be Ye Chen because Ye Chen is from Zixia Peak and uses a sword; swordsmen have advantages in both duels and group battles.

Zhao Mingyue said it should be Xiuluo because Xiuluo's attacks are the most ruthless and he kills the most efficiently.

Lin Tian sat in the corner, listening to these people analyze with such seriousness, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

He didn't know any of the names they mentioned. But he knew the person who "killed several Fourth-Rank Warriors of the Black Tiger Gang alone."

It was him.

However, he did not offer an explanation. For one, these people might not believe him even if he explained, and secondly, watching them guess back and forth was actually quite interesting.

Junior Sister Zheng Xiaoyun noticed the smile at the corner of Lin Tian's mouth and asked casually, "Junior Brother Lin, which Senior Brother of our Qixia Sect do you think it is?"

Lin Tian picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled, "I don't know either; maybe it was just some nobody."

Junior Sister Zheng Xiaoyun shook her head, thinking Lin Tian was joking. How could a nobody have such strength?

The topic passed quickly.

The other Martial Artists in the restaurant began to discuss other news: which Secret Realm had opened again, which Loose Cultivator had picked up a Cultivation Technique left behind by predecessors in the deep mountains, or which small Family had been wiped out by enemies.

Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, all mixed together; no one could tell them apart.

After the meal, Senior Brother Li paid the bill, and the group left the restaurant.

"Let's go, to Wanbao Pavilion."

Wanbao Pavilion was on the busiest street in Yunzhou Prefecture, occupying a large area.

The storefront was a three-story building with upturned eaves and bracket sets, carved beams and painted pillars, and a gold-plated plaque hanging at the entrance with three large characters written on it—Wanbao Pavilion.

The moment they pushed open the door, the few new Disciples all gasped in unison.

The hall was as spacious as a small plaza, with dozens of shelves and counters neatly arranged, filled with all kinds of items.

Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks; Medicinal Pills, Spiritual Plants, precious armor, and protective gear; pearls, agates, jade, and coral, as well as some rare treasures whose names they couldn't identify, all glistened under the lights.

"This... this is too much!"

"Is that cold iron? Such a large piece of cold iron?"

"Look over there, is that a Third-Rank Medicinal Pill? Just displayed out in the open like that?"

The new Disciples couldn't keep their eyes on everything, looking around like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

This time, even Lin Tian's eyes lit up.

Although he had browsed some shops when he came to Yunzhou Prefecture last time, this was his first time inside Wanbao Pavilion.

There were indeed many good things here; just from those displayed in the open, there were several that tempted him.

Seeing them like this, Junior Sister Zheng Xiaoyun smiled and reminded them, "The items are good, but the prices are also good.

If your pockets are shy, just look, don't force a purchase."

The new Disciples nodded quickly. They were only here to broaden their horizons; the little silver in their pockets could make them act like big shots elsewhere, but in Wanbao Pavilion, it wouldn't even cause a splash.

However, the Zhao siblings were different.

Zhao Mingyang and Zhao Mingyue came from a large Family, and their net worth was much richer than these ordinary Disciples.

The two just smiled at Junior Sister Zheng Xiaoyun's words and walked straight toward the weapon area.

"Let's go, let's see what precious sword Senior Brother Zhao is going to buy."

The new Disciples were immediately interested and followed along in a bustle.

Lin Tian also followed, but he didn't follow to look at precious swords; it was just that the weapon area was over there.

The weapon area occupied nearly half of the first-floor hall of Wanbao Pavilion.

The walls were hung with sabers and swords, and the shelves were filled with all kinds of weapons: long spears, short halberds, curved sabers, straight swords, soft whips, and hard maces—everything was available.

The air was filled with a mix of metal and grease smells.

Zhao Mingyang walked to the sword rack and said loudly, "Storekeeper, bring out the precious swords you have here that can cut iron like mud."

The storekeeper in charge of the weapon area was a lean, middle-aged man with small but piercing eyes.

As soon as he saw the Qixia Sect Disciple robes on Zhao Mingyang and Zhao Mingyue, and then looked at their demeanor, he knew these were customers with a background.

The smile on his face immediately piled up, and he nodded repeatedly, "Of course, of course, please wait a moment, you two."

He waved his hand, and several assistants brought out several sword boxes from the back warehouse, lining them up on the counter.

The storekeeper opened the sword boxes himself, and inside lay three long swords.

"This one is forged from a mixture of black iron and cold iron; the sword edge has been quenched three times, so cutting iron like mud is not a problem."

"This one has star-fallen iron mixed into the sword body; it is thirty percent lighter than an ordinary sword, but its hardness is even higher."

"This one was crafted by our own Wanbao Pavilion swordsmith using the hundred-refinement steel process; it was folded and forged a hundred times, and the patterns on the blade look like clouds, so it is called the Cloud-Pattern Sword."

The three swords were laid out on the counter, their cold light piercing, and they were indeed all good items.

Zhao Mingyang picked one up to test the feel, and Zhao Mingyue also picked one up to examine it carefully.

The few new Disciples gathered around, stretching their necks to look, clicking their tongues in wonder.

Lin Tian stood outside the crowd, glanced at the three swords, and then withdrew his gaze.

The swords were not bad, but they held no attraction for him.

He already had the autumn water sword; this sword was a gift from Liu Yiyi, and its grade was not worse than the three in front of him, and it was even slightly better.

Some of these three swords were not as powerful as the autumn water sword, and some were at most equivalent to the autumn water sword, so there was no need to change.

What he wanted were a bow and flying daggers.

Taking advantage of the time while the Zhao siblings and the others were studying the precious swords, Lin Tian quietly backed out of the crowd and walked to the other end of the weapon area.

There were several bows and some hidden weapons displayed there.

Another storekeeper came up to meet him; he was a chubby middle-aged man whose eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled, "This customer, what would you like to see?"

"Do you have flying daggers? Also, I want a good bow."

"Yes, we have both." The Fat Storekeeper nodded with a smile, turned around, took three bows down from the shelf, and lined them up on the counter.

The three bows were each of a different color. The first bow was deep blue all over, and the bow body radiated a faint cold light, as if it were carved from cold ice.

Lin Tian reached out and grasped it, and a cold chill spread up along his palm, causing his fingers to twitch slightly.

The second bow was pitch black like ink, the bow body thick and heavy, and it felt heavy in his hand, giving one a feeling of being as stable as a rock.

The third bow was fiery red all over, with heat waves faintly surging on the bow body, and one could feel a scorching breath rushing toward one's face when getting close.

The Fat Storekeeper introduced from the side, "This blue one is called the cold moon bow, forged from deep-sea cold iron. This black one is called the Ink-Stone Bow, made of black crystal stone.

The red one is called the Blazing Fire Bow, made of blazing fire stone. The three types of metal have different attributes, so the bows crafted from them also have their own characteristics."

Lin Tian picked up the cold moon bow, held the bow body with his left hand, hooked the bowstring with his right hand, and slowly pulled it open.

The bowstring tightened, emitting a low buzzing sound. The sound was not loud, but it was like a taut steel wire vibrating in the air, making one's eardrums itch slightly.

Lin Tian pulled it until it was seven-tenths open, felt the tension of the bowstring, and then slowly released it.

Hum—

The bowstring snapped back to its original position, and the lingering sound echoed in the air for several breaths before dissipating.

The Fat Storekeeper's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up, "Customer, you have a good eye. The bowstring of this cold moon bow is made of the sinew of a wild ox, tanned through a special process, with extremely strong toughness, capable of withstanding a force of ten thousand jin.

Ordinary people can't even pull it five-tenths open, and for you, customer, to be able to pull it to seven-tenths open without changing your expression, this arm strength is not simple."

"How much?"

"Four thousand taels of silver."

Lin Tian's eyebrows moved slightly.

Four thousand taels, it was indeed not cheap. The price of a good bow was almost catching up to a Yellow Rank Medium Grade Cultivation Technique.

However, he only hesitated for a moment before nodding. The feel of this bow was indeed good; the force was even when pulling it open, and the rebound was crisp and neat, without any hesitation.

Using such a bow to practice the Meteor Arrow Technique would allow it to exert its maximum power.

"I will take this cold moon bow."

The smile on the Fat Storekeeper's face grew even wider, and he nodded repeatedly, "Alright! Customer, would you like to take a look at the flying daggers?"

He brought out another wooden box from under the counter, opened the lid, and inside were dozens of flying daggers neatly arranged. These flying daggers were of different sizes and made of different materials.

Some were silvery white like snow, some were pitch black like ink, some had a faint golden luster, and some were engraved with fine patterns.

Lin Tian looked at them one by one.

He just took one look at the larger flying daggers and put them down. He was using them as hidden weapons, to be hidden in his sleeves, so the focus was on catching the opponent by surprise.

The smaller and lighter the flying dagger, the more concealed the attack. Although those palm-sized flying daggers were powerful, they were too conspicuous and did not meet his needs.

His gaze finally landed on a pitch-black flying dagger.

This flying dagger was only the length of a finger, as thin as a willow leaf, and pitch black like ink.

Some mysterious patterns were engraved on the blade, the lines extremely fine, looking like some kind of ancient rune, or perhaps natural markings.

Lin Tian picked it up, and the first feeling was lightness—it was so light that he could hardly feel its weight, like a black feather landing in his palm.

He pinched the blade with two fingers and squeezed it hard.

With his current finger strength, an ordinary piece of iron would have a mark on it from such a squeeze. But this flying dagger did not move at all, and there was not even a trace of deformation on the blade.

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow. So light, yet so hard; the material was extraordinary.

"What kind of flying dagger is this?"

The Fat Storekeeper leaned over to take a look and smiled, "Customer, you have a good eye. This is a moyuan flying dagger, polished from the scales of a black dragon; it is extremely sharp and incredibly light."

Lin Tian was stunned for a moment.

"Scales of a black dragon? Is that true or false?"