CHAPTER 253: 251. ENCOUNTERED A WOMAN AGAIN (1/4)

"What materials would Sect Leader Wen like, a heavy sword, short sword, or..."

Normally, when he sells weapons, he asks what price range the buyer wants, because the price indirectly corresponds to the weapon’s quality, whether standard or superior. However, for Wen Ping, he didn’t ask about the price, because asking about money was meaningless. The vast Immortal Sect is certainly not short of money.

Joining the sect costs a Thousand Gold entry fee, what isn’t purchased here?

Wen Ping glanced at the iron swords, which looked no different from tree branches, turned his head, and said: "Get me a sword that I can’t break, no matter light or heavy."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner had already stood up. He originally planned to take down a sword from the wall, the best in the shop, for Wen Ping to see, but now his hand halted mid-air.

"Well, Sect Leader Wen, this..."

An unbreakable sword.

It was the first time he heard such a request for buying a sword.

Seeing the shop owner’s hesitation, Wen Ping continued, "How about this, take out the best sword in your shop, if I can’t break it, I’ll buy it; if it breaks, I’ll still pay you."

The shop owner nodded and responded, "Please wait a moment, Sect Leader Wen."

With that, the shop owner stepped behind the curtain and went into the inner room. After a series of rummaging sounds, he emerged holding a sword in both hands. The scabbard was pitch black, with a golden snake embedded on it, the snake’s head at the scabbard’s entry, its tail at the end, giving the impression the sword was pulled from the snake’s belly.

Holding the sword, the shop owner walked steadily and handed it to Wen Ping slowly, saying, "Sect Leader Wen, this sword is crafted from Black Essence Iron, which I bought by chance outside the city. It cuts iron like..."

His speech was interrupted by Wen Ping’s raised hand.

He unsheathed the sword, clamped the blade with two fingers.

A twist, then with a snap, the long sword broke in two.

"This!"

The shop owner stood there, his face showing awkwardness.

This sword would be more than sufficient for a cultivator at the Body Refining Thirteenth Layer, yet in the hands of Sect Leader Wen, it was just like a dead branch.

Seeing the shop owner lost for words, Wen Ping promptly pulled out a hundred-gold ticket from his pocket and handed it over, then asked, "This is for the sword... is there a better one?"

The shop owner shook his head, smiled awkwardly, "No. To be honest with Sect Leader Wen, this sword made of Black Essence Iron is already the highest grade in Cangwu City, yet you’ve broken it. There shouldn’t be a sword on this street that fits your standards. If you really want a good sword, you’d either have to reserve with a trading firm, who could procure one from outside, or go to fetch one yourself."

"Then I’ll look around some more."

With that, Wen Ping directly stepped out of the weapon shop.

Just as the shop owner said, there really was no sword on this street that met his standards.

He decided, if necessary, he’d take a trip to Huangli City, and since he had a flying ship, it would only take a day to go and return.

As he was about to leave the street, someone caught his attention.

No, to be precise, it was a sword sheath that caught his eye.

The reddish-brown scabbard was free of excessive decoration, but Wen Ping could sense it was crafted from celestial materials and earthly treasures, as it carried their unique Spiritual Qi. Even if those materials weren’t so rare, a sword sheathed in them could only be extraordinary.

The sword was held by a raggedly dressed woman, and Wen Ping recognized her with a glance. She was the woman he had seen at noon.

"Did I mistake it?" Someone who owns such a valuable sword should not fall so low as to be bullied by gilded youth like Jin Mu?

The sword sheath, conservatively estimated, would cost at least 3000 gold.

Jin Mu’s female companion’s clothes, at most, cost a single gold coin.

Curiously, Wen Ping released his perception and, after probing, stopped daydreaming, as the woman had no cultivation realm, and her meridians were shattered, implying she had experienced life and death trials.

Upon realizing this, Wen Ping didn’t hesitate and stepped forward, asking, "Is this sword for sale?"

"Sell!"

The woman nodded with delight.

She originally thought it would be hard to sell such a precious sword, as it’s too valuable, and East Lake isn’t big or prosperous. But without selling it, she’d have no money to move elsewhere. Unexpectedly, upon entering a place specialized in selling weapons, a benefactor directly inquired.

After this morning’s events, she knew he was a sect leader.

The woman quickly handed the sword to Wen Ping, "Senior, you can offer what you think is suitable."

Wen Ping didn’t respond immediately, but took the sword, unsheathed a section, and pinched it with his fingers, revealing a satisfied smile.

Unbreakable!

Not fragile like tofu.

This looked to be a good sword, akin to the Wandering Sword in quality.

Wen Ping said, "I’ll take this sword, how much do you want for it?"

"Senior, will you really take it?" The woman was overjoyed, showing a disbelief expression.

"Of course."

"Then one..." the woman raised one finger.

Before she finished, Wen Ping nodded immediately, "Alright, one thousand gold coins."

The woman shook her head eagerly and explained, "Senior, you misunderstand, I was saying one thousand gold coins. This sword will be yours for one thousand gold coins."

gold?

Isn’t the worth of the scabbard alone more than that?

Wen Ping chuckled helplessly, indeed, misery forces people into such situations.

Such a fine sword, brought to auction by a trading firm, would conservatively start at ten thousand gold, yet now it was forced to be sold for just one thousand gold.

Though he was tempted to seize the opportunity.

But this woman was evidently quite pitiable.

"By the way, I think I saw you looking for someone, do you have more specific characteristics?"

"Senior, you are thoughtful. Indeed, I’m looking for a relative. But I only know he’s about this tall, doesn’t like to speak, around eighteen years old." As she spoke, the woman gestured with her hands and suddenly looked despondent.

"Searching like this might never lead you to him, do you know his name?"

"Name... I don’t remember. But I’ll find him... searching like this on the streets will surely lead me to him."

"Maybe."

Wen Ping nodded.

He could tell the woman was very determined.

Wen Ping could discern she certainly wasn’t looking for her son, otherwise, why only know such minimal traits?

Just why she wouldn’t say the name of the person she sought, perhaps it wasn’t possible for her to say.

Confronted with such matters, Wen Ping didn’t ponder much.

The world is vast, filled with countless sorrowful stories, and the miserable are unspeakably numerous; after undergoing the cleansing of the Thousand Layers, his heart held no fluctuation.

He passed over ten thousand gold, then placed the sword into his storage ring, "There’s ten thousand gold, the extra is for your journey funds to find your relative. Hereafter, the sword is mine."

"Thank you, senior."

The woman was overcome with emotion, on the brink of kneeling again.

Wen Ping held her up, chuckled helplessly, then cast a sweeping glance at the onlookers eyeing the gold.

Considered it a warning, it’s all he could do.

After leaving Hundred Weapons Street, Wen Ping didn’t linger in Cangwu City, returning straight to Yunlan Mountain and delving into the Fierce Beast Trial Ground to continue cultivating.

Such a good sword must be tested for its efficacy first.