Chapter 8, Red Dragon

The heavy sword, the lightest of which weighs eighty-nine pounds, is categorized into three grades: the fine iron sword, the precious sword, and the spiritual sword. It is believed that even with Young Master Feng's discerning eye, he would not be interested in a weapon of the fine iron sword grade. Currently, Silver Hook Workshop has two excellent, extremely heavy precious swords available for Young Master Feng to choose from

The first-grade treasure-level heavy sword was lifted up by two guards. It was entirely pitch black, with a blade length of no less than 2 meters, and the blade was as wide as a door panel, with a spine that was half a palm thick. Beast patterns were engraved on it, emanating a chilling aura, as if it were a battle sword forged from ice.

In Lingzhou City, if anyone does not know Master Feng, then this business is certainly not going to thrive Zheng Dongliu invited Feng Feiyun to the inner hall and prepared a pot of fine tea, appearing particularly familiar

The higher one goes, the better the quality of the weapons, and the more stringent the guards become

Weapons are divided into three levels: ordinary weapons, precious weapons, and spiritual weapons

Yin Gou Fang is located in the bustling southern area of Lingzhou City, with a height of seven stories. Constructed of brick and wood, adorned with dragon and phoenix carvings, it has become one of the iconic buildings of Lingzhou City

Three thousand gold coins said Feng Feiyun

Feng Feiyun smiled silently as he swiftly traversed the ancient street, even while carrying a sword weighing 240 pounds, moving with remarkable agility, leaving the two individuals trailing behind gasping for breath.

This is a spirit weapon-grade sword, but the blade is broken, and the spiritual energy within it has almost completely dissipated, which is why no one can recognize that it was once a spirit weapon

Behind Yinhook Workshop is the Yinhook family, one of the four prominent families of the Shenjin Dynasty, which is not something that ordinary people can afford to offend

No need

Zheng Dongliu stared in shock as he walked down the stairs, and after a long while, he finally came to his senses, murmuring to himself: "Strange, strange, the legendary good-for-nothing turns out to be a master, interesting, interesting, it seems I must immediately sell this news to Feng Suiyu, I am sure I can fetch a good price."

Ah, isn't this Master Feng? What wind has blown this esteemed figure here today! Please, come in, come in! Zheng Dongliu is the head of the Silver Hook Workshop, over sixty years old, and has encountered countless people. His sharp eyes can recognize anyone at a glance, and he immediately identified Feng Feiyun.

Feng Feiyun discreetly retracted his hand, nodded, and said: "This knife is quite to my liking, Manager Zheng, how much is it for sale?"

A gentle breeze blew by, causing the blue headband on her head to fall off, her dark hair cascading down like a waterfall

Young Master Feng, shall I have someone personally deliver this knife to your residence

Heavy Blade! The wind sweeps through the clouds.

Zheng Dongliu poured a bucket of water directly onto the blade, instantly producing a hissing sound. Before the water could even drip off the blade, it was frozen into a layer of ice

This knife is priced at 3,000 gold coins

Feng Feiyun originally had a delicate appearance, resembling a young scholar. Now, after cultivating the "Undying Phoenix Body," his demeanor is completely different from before, exuding a heroic spirit, subtly revealing an air of charm and nonchalance.

Although it is a broken spiritual weapon, its power is not something that an ordinary treasure can compare to

He could sense that there seemed to be a flow of spiritual energy within the blade, a feeling that was quite subtle; apart from him, it was likely that no one else could perceive this trace of spiritual energy.

The two servants finally came to their senses and hurriedly led the way ahead

Feng Feiyun would naturally not be foolish enough to challenge the Silver Hook family, at least he does not possess that strength at present

Even the two servants, Feng Ping and Feng An, were momentarily stunned upon seeing Feng Feiyun, as if they did not recognize him.

This broken dagger is a remnant of a spiritual weapon, worth definitely more than 50,000 gold coins. Feng Feiyun secretly laughed at Zheng Dongliu's lack of discernment, but his face showed a look of hesitation. He frowned and said: "Zheng, are you trying to cheat me? With 5,000 gold coins, I could enjoy 5,000 top beauties. A broken dagger worth 5,000 gold coins? Isn't that just highway robbery?"

Feng Feiyun's fingers touched the broken edge of hetushu.com, and he made such a judgment in his heart

After crossing three main streets, Feng Feiyun finally came to a stop at the entrance of a humble and secluded alley.

What a fine blade! Feng Feiyun clapped in praise, then shook his head and said: "It's a pity this blade is just too large. Do you have a heavier blade with a smaller blade length?"

Zheng Dongliu sighed and said, "This knife is called Chilong. Its material is quite special; after appraisal, it was found to contain nine rare types of iron. Although it is only three feet long, it weighs as much as two hundred and forty pounds, which is simply astonishing"

Seeing Zheng Dongliu agree so readily, Feng Feiyun couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing that he had perhaps set his price too high. However, purchasing a spirit weapon-level broken dagger for 3,000 gold coins was still a significant profit for Feng Feiyun

Sending them some money can help improve their quality of life

"Weapons, the finest divine weapons of your Silver Hook Workshop," Feng Feiyun said

Although he was filled with questions, Zheng Dongliu was a businessman, and a shrewd businessman naturally knows how to keep his mouth shut; he did not voice the doubts in his heart

Feng Feiyun, not one to be polite, took a seat and laughed, saying: "Sir in charge, this joke has gone too far. While others may struggle to manage, Silver Hook Workshop is certainly not among them"

What is purchased at the Silver Hook Workshop is not limited to weapons; various treasures, elixirs, armors, and so forth—anything related to cultivation—are available for sale here. However, many of these items are not affordable for the average person

Last time, the young master was soft-hearted and let her go; this time, she is doomed to face her fate, ha ha! Feng An laughed even more charmingly.

High-quality weapons are forged from fine iron, capable of cleaving an iron ingot in one stroke without damaging the blade.

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The two servants waiting outside the Silver Hook Pavilion saw Feng Feiyun walking out from inside and immediately approached to greet him

One gold coin equals one hundred silver coins, which equals ten thousand copper coins. One gold coin is sufficient for an ordinary family to live for a year. Thus, three thousand gold coins is undoubtedly a substantial sum, an astronomical figure in the eyes of ordinary people

As Feng Feiyun entered, Zheng Dongliu was assessing this legendary second master of Lingzhou City, but the impression Feng Feiyun left on him was completely different from what he had imagined

This is a true chill, making one unable to resist shivering

Zheng Dongliu, however, laughed even more joyfully than Feng Feiyun, and even specially gifted a finely crafted iron sword sheath, intricately carved with exquisite patterns, which appeared quite high-end

Zheng Dongliu smiled and said, "How much does Young Master Feng think is appropriate?"

After Feng Feiyun paid the gold note, he reached out to take the crimson treasure sword, holding it in his hands, and then directly turned around and went downstairs

However, even a low-grade treasure can easily sever the highest-grade weapons. It is extremely resilient, crafted from certain special metals and materials, and is highly valuable

Although Zheng Dongliu's eyes cannot be described as having the discerning quality of a fiery golden gaze, they have nonetheless seen countless people, exhibiting a seasoned and profound nature, sharp as the eyes of a hawk.

There are thirty-four categories of knives, including the sabre, willow leaf knife, broadsword, goose feather knife, large ring knife, tiger tooth knife, and so on. May I ask which type Master Feng prefers? Zheng Dongliu is clearly a shrewd businessman, extremely familiar with every product; otherwise, he would not be able to manage a branch of the Silver Hook Workshop.

It turns out that the young master is not drinking tea, but rather the young lady of the Luo family. Feng Pingyin chuckled softly

Young Master, is this the treasured sword you purchased

The best teahouse in Lingzhou City is Bamboo Tip Pavilion, while the oldest established teahouse is Pure Water Terrace. Young master, which one would you like to visit

As for the spiritual weapons above the level of ordinary weapons, they are even rarer, each one being a divine blade of astonishing power. Even offering ten cities in exchange would not entice anyone to part with them. Currently, the Silver Hook Workshop in Lingzhou City has no spiritual weapons available; weapons of the spiritual level can only be purchased at the main Silver Hook Workshop.

"Let's go! Head to the Silver Hook Workshop right now. What are you two dawdling for? Lead the way ahead." Feng Feiyun scolded.

As the wind blew, I looked up and happened to see the young woman from the Luo family in the tea pavilion, brewing tea. Her petite figure stood gracefully, resembling a little sister from the neighborhood

Zheng Dongliudao: "There are twenty-eight types of weapons, including swords, knives, rings, hooks, spears, and so on. May I ask which one Young Master Feng wishes to purchase?"

Zheng Dongliu chuckled and inquired, "Young Master Feng must have a reason for visiting the Silver Hook Workshop; may I ask what you wish to purchase?"

There is!

Feng Feiyun, holding a folding fan, walked gracefully into the Silver Hook Workshop and said with a smile: "The Silver Hook Workshop truly lives up to its reputation. This is my first visit, yet you, the person in charge, already know me."

At the entrance of that alley stands an old open-air tea stall, topped with thatch and furnished with five worn-out tables. Beside one of the tables, there is a wooden board on which the character "tea" is written in a crooked manner with charcoal.

This treasured blade is named Man Ya, weighing three hundred and forty-two pounds. It is forged from deep-sea mysterious iron, with a blade that is icy cold. A single strike can sever a person's neck, instantly freezing their blood. Therefore, after killing, the blade remains free of blood.

5,000 gold coins. Zheng Dongliu naturally understood the extraordinary nature of this blade, yet he was unaware of the reasons behind its uniqueness. Thus, after quoting this price, he felt a sense of unease, casting a slight glance at Feng Feiyun.

The Red Dragon Sword weighs two hundred and forty pounds, so it is naturally beyond Zheng Dongliu's capability to wield it like Feng Feiyun, which is why this question arises

The wind was calm, and the atmosphere was peaceful as they hurriedly caught up, standing behind Feng Feiyun, gazing at the tea stall at the entrance of the alley not far away, all wearing expressions of bewilderment.

Upon seeing this blade, Feng Feiyun's eyes sparkled with a strange brilliance. He suddenly stood up, gently running his fingers along the blade's surface, feeling a surge of joy in his heart. According to his intuition, although this blade's appearance was somewhat lacking, its power was undoubtedly more than ten times that of the previous blade.

Zheng Dongliu instructed someone to bring up the second treasured sword

Feng Feiyun did not mention the price of the knife at all, and it is evident that 3,000 gold coins on mhetushu.com pose no pressure for him

The wind disperses the steaming mist, and the fragrance of tea fills the ancient street

"Alright, it's settled then." Zheng Dongliu seemed to be afraid that Feng Feiyun would change his mind, and he readily agreed, his face breaking into a beaming smile. Three thousand gold coins had already exceeded his estimated price by a factor of two.

This tea stall is precisely managed by Luo Yuer and the old man Luo

This second blade is approximately three feet long, with a width roughly equal to the back of a hand. It displays a deep red color, with an ancient and delicate texture. When touched, the blade still emanates a warm sensation.

At the age of fourteen, when the wind blows and the clouds drift, he is indeed a spirited young man. Today, he has donned a long robe of purple silk adorned with gold, his hair tied up at the back, and in his hand, he holds a folding fan made of sandalwood and Xuan paper, appearing exceptionally handsome.

The knife! The wind carries the clouds along the path.

Zheng Dongliu brought Feng Feiyun to the fifth floor of Yinhook Fang

Feng Feiyun is no longer the wicked young man who bullies the weak; he would never resort to violence against Luo Yuer. He simply wishes to check on the old man's injuries, as this elderly man and his granddaughter are left alone and vulnerable, having been harmed by their own servant, and he feels a certain responsibility in this matter.

Drink tea

Having reached the initial stage of spiritual cultivation, a river of spiritual energy has begun to form within the dantian, marking a preliminary entry into the realm of immortality cultivation. Feng Feiyun's mood has never been better.

This Young Master Feng does not seem to be a fool

Zheng Dongliu was astonished; this Young Master Feng looked like someone who couldn't even lift a chicken. Could he really wield a heavy sword?

Feng Feiyun is visiting the Silver Hook Workshop for the first time, but this esteemed figure from Lingzhou City has already been noted in his ledger. He is a significant patron and requires proper reception

Feng Ping and Feng An hurriedly caught up from behind, asking, "Young Master, where are we going?"

"It is merely a broken sword, nothing worth seeing." Feng Feiyun smiled and nodded, then took the lead and walked out.

The blade appears plain and unadorned, with a rather rough edge and several notches, lacking any sense of the exquisite craftsmanship typically associated with a fine sword