Chapter Ten: The Bizarre Flying Sword

  "Little brother looks up to me, Money Certain Person, so I'll give this treasure to little brother!"

  Qian Wanxin said lightly, as if he had just said something insignificant.

  Chu Yan was shocked upon hearing this, but quickly regained his composure and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Qian, please get straight to the point. I believe that the heavens wouldn't drop free cakes for no reason, and even if they did, it's unlikely they'd land on me."

  "Haha, well, in that case, Qianmou won't let you off either. May I ask, little brother, who is your master?"

  "Master Qian, our family's teacher has always lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, dislikes interacting with people, and it is inconvenient to mention his name, please forgive me, Master Qian."

  Chu Yan's heart was on high alert as he replied calmly, "It seems that my spiritual liquid is somewhat extraordinary, otherwise the boss behind Linlang Tower wouldn't have personally summoned me."

  "Qian also wanted to ask his younger brother to pass on a message to his respected teacher, if the respected teacher was willing to come to Lin Cang Lou, they would be willing to offer 100,000 spiritual stones as compensation every month."

  After hearing Qian Wanxin's words, Chu Yan's heart suddenly surged with shock and waves. It seems that the spiritual liquid produced by this small cauldron must be extraordinary in value. With a monthly salary of 100,000 spirit stones, Chu Yan was moved to hear it, but he quickly calmed down.

  Chu Yan knew the principle of "carrying a jade tablet and committing a crime". The matter of killing people and snatching treasures was not uncommon in the cultivation world. The reason why Linlang Tower didn't take action was because it wasn't worth it yet. If they really discovered the small cauldron, things would be hard to say.

  "Master Qian's words will be brought back to the family master, but whether the family master will agree or not is hard for me to guarantee! Let's talk about this treasure instead, what's its value?"

  "Little brother is willing to take the conversation, this law enforcement will be given to little brother then ~"

  Chu Yan agreed to help deliver the message, Qian Wanxin was overjoyed and smiled.

  "Master has always taught us that we don't get paid for nothing, so please let Mr. Qian name his price."

  "Alright, eight bottles of the usual spiritual liquid as last time."

  "Deal ~"

  Chu Yan didn't haggle over the price. The value of a top-grade spiritual artifact was already higher than that of an ordinary low-grade spiritual artifact, and this price was already very cheap.

  Chu Yan now has only ten bottles of first-grade spiritual liquid and five bottles of second-grade spiritual liquid, which is all his wealth now. In the future, there will be no more spare spiritual liquid stored up. Why is this so? Because after having the Great Black Chicken, Chu Yan's cultivation speed has clearly accelerated, and the speed of absorbing spiritual liquid has also become faster. Each time the small cauldron transforms out spiritual liquid, it only lasts Chu Yan three days, and there is no surplus.

  At the time of Chu Yan's breakthrough in the middle stage of Qi training, the small cauldron also underwent some changes, and the cracks on it decreased, and the quality of the spiritual liquid it produced changed from first-class to second-class.

  Chu Yan sold a bottle of spiritual liquid, bought a spiritual beast bag, spent fifty spiritual stones and bid farewell to Linlang Building. Before leaving, Qian Wanxin also gave Chu Yan a token, saying it would be convenient for him to find him in the future.

  "I'm still too poor now"

  As he walked out of the Linlang Building, Chu Yan couldn't help but sigh. In his waist bag, there was only one bottle of first-grade spiritual liquid and five bottles of second-grade spiritual liquid left, as well as seventy pieces of spiritual stone. However, if Chu Yan had to save on spiritual liquids for cultivation in order to exchange them for things, he just couldn't do it - his current cultivation was the most important thing to him.

  Having a defensive artifact, Chu Yan also needs to purchase an offensive artifact. He plans to dig up some treasures at these street stalls.

  Chu Yan's eyes scanned the stalls on both sides of the street, and while there were people at other stalls, an old man's stall in front was empty, with only one or two people occasionally asking questions before leaving.

  Chu Yan walked in and took a look, no wonder there was no one in front of this stall. This sloppy old man had somehow pulled out a tattered cloth from somewhere, and the few things on it were also broken and worthless. Just as Chu Yan was about to reach out and touch them, he heard:

  "If you don't intend to buy it, then don't touch it; if you break it, can you afford to pay for it?"

  An old man lay on a worn-out chair, holding a fan in one hand and raising an eyebrow coldly.

  "I wonder what price range these items fall under?"

  Chu Yan wanted to see what this lazy old man had to say.

  "Two hundred spirit stones for that mid-grade defensive artifact 'Yin Yang Mirror'!"

  "Are you referring to this circular frame without a mirror?"

  Chu Yan looked at the sloppy old man's mouth with a 'yin-yang mirror' that was like a broken iron ring, somewhat speechless.

  "Just a bit of minor damage, still usable. Look at this, mid-grade artifact Nine Dragon Whip, 300 spirit stones and it's yours."

  After hearing Chu Yan's words, the old man's face turned red and he pointed to an object beside him.

  "Are you referring to these two pieces of whip?"

  "This is just a minor illness, look at this caterpillar, as long as..."

  "But there are so many holes on it!"

  "Then look at this..."

  ……

  "Do you have anything useful at all?"

  Chu Yan was completely speechless towards this slovenly old man, it turned out that the old man had brought a pile of junk and was about to leave.

  Seeing that Chu Yan seemed to be really interested in the things on his stall, the slovenly old man hastily said: "Little Daoist friend, don't go, look at this, this 'Flying Sword' is a top-grade artifact, although it has some minor damage, it's absolutely usable, absolutely usable!"

  When Chu Yan subconsciously turned his head at the four words "extreme treasure sword", he saw that the old man's arms were wrapped around a so-called "flying sword" that was about 1.8 meters long and as thick as an adult's calf, covered in cracks, broken and rusty.

  "Are you sure this is a top-grade magic weapon? And it's flying sword? How come I don't see the hilt? Where is the tip of the sword?"

  Chu Yan looked at that broken and unrecognizable thing that resembled a giant rusty iron rod, but he couldn't believe it was an extraordinary magic weapon.

  "Hmm, this... although I can't see its grade, it's been passed down from my ancestors and is definitely a top-grade artifact."

  The old man said, holding the iron rod with both hands, which was as thick as his calf, and stabbed it into the ground. The rusty iron rod inserted into the ground like a tofu stick.

  This ground is actually paved with Xuanxian stone, and ordinary mid-grade magic tools are hard to damage. Is this unassuming iron rod really a top-grade magic tool?

  Suddenly, the small cauldron in his body shook violently, and Chu Yan was secretly shocked. He said calmly, "I'll take this iron lump for a few spirit stones."

  "This, three hundred spirit stones, can't be any less... If it weren't for the family's decline, I wouldn't have taken out this ancestral object to sell..."

  The old man was delighted in his heart, this big iron club is sharp and unmatched, but it's really too heavy, ordinary people can't use it freely, and it can't be refined, no one can control its flight, something that can't be controlled by divine thought, no matter how good it is, it's just a mortal's weapon, so this big iron club has never been sold.

  "I've got a bottle of top-grade spiritual liquid and seventy pieces of spiritual stone here. That's all I have, if you don't buy it then I'm leaving!"

  "Deal ~"

  The old man pretended to be in pain, seeing Chu Yan carrying a large iron rod that was almost as tall as him leaving, he quickly packed up and prepared to slip away. If he was discovered that the thing couldn't be used for refining, it was just an ordinary sword, and if he came back to find himself, he would be in trouble.

  PS: This piece of artifact seems to be selling poorly, everyone give some support, collect, Xiao Qian thanks!