Chapter 12

As dawn approached, he finally caught sight of the ancient city gate of Wanggu.

From a distance, a dense crowd of people could be seen gathered on the city wall, pointing and discussing a notice.

Zhao Yun, curious, carried the fire wolf and approached.

Upon seeing the notice, he realized it was a wanted poster, depicting a man with a fierce and terrifying appearance.

"It's him."

Zhao Yun's lips curled, recognizing the man on the poster. Could it be the black-clothed man who had tried to snatch his meteorite and was killed by him? The man's silver ticket and wolf-pattern seal were still in his possession.

"A thousand taels reward."

Zhao Yun clutched his chest, thinking, "Damn, he's already turned into blood."

"Another Night Lone Wolf."

"Murdering and robbing, nothing he won't do. Who knows how many people have suffered."

"A thousand taels reward, the government is quite generous."

"Really strange, so many bounty hunters, and no one has caught him?"

The crowd's voices were noisy, and many people, hands in their sleeves, kept looking.

Among them were martial cultivators, who, though tempted by the reward, shook their heads helplessly upon seeing it was the Night Lone Wolf.

To claim the reward, one must have the means to survive.

Having been pursued for so many years without capture, the man must have some skills.

"No wonder it's a wolf-pattern seal."

Zhao Yun muttered to himself.

Night Lone Wolf! With a "wolf" in his name.

He had heard of the man's reputation, a notorious bandit known for his evil deeds, infamous for miles around. After each crime, he would leave a wolf-shaped mark at the scene.

Now, the government must be furious, offering a large reward, dead or alive.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh. The famous Night Lone Wolf was actually killed by him. Though his martial cultivation was not high, the man must have had many hidden cards. Unfortunately, he underestimated Zhao Yun, a Condensation Essence Realm cultivator, and didn't get to use them.

"I'll have to carry on your name and do something meaningful."

Zhao Yun stroked his chin.

For example, using the Earth Escape technique to steal something from the Liu family, and then leaving a wolf-shaped mark at the scene. Since the Night Lone Wolf is dead, all the blame can be shifted to him.

Yeah... that sounds reliable.

"Hey, the fire wolf?"

Someone, sensing the blood, made the crowd turn to look. They saw Zhao Yun, carrying a large fire wolf, standing there properly, looking up at the wanted poster. However, Zhao Yun was wearing a raincoat and a hood, his face hidden, so no one knew who he was.

"Did he kill the fire wolf alone?"

"Can't be! His cultivation isn't that high, can he defeat a fire wolf?"

"Probably had help."

The discussions arose, and people wanted to see who Zhao Yun was, but they couldn't see his face.

"Can I buy your fire wolf?" someone asked with a smile.

"Thirty taels." Zhao Yun said casually, which was the market price.

Since it was the market price, the person didn't haggle.

Zhao Yun put down the fire wolf, collected the silver, glanced at the poster one last time, and walked into the city.

"On such a hot day, wearing a hood and a raincoat, isn't that sick?"

Behind him, many people pointed and whispered.

Zhao Yun ignored them, walking further away. He wanted to take off the raincoat, but after being struck by lightning, his clothes were tattered, and his hair was curly, making him look even worse than a beggar. It wasn't that he was afraid of being scolded, but he didn't want to embarrass his father. After all, he was the young master of the family and had some dignity.

Most importantly, he didn't want to reveal his identity.

The morning in Wanggu Ancient City was bustling.

The streets were crowded with people, the cries of vendors never ceased, and there were all sorts of people and professions, showcasing the myriad aspects of life.

"Two pounds of pork head meat, half a pound of flower carving."

At a stall, Zhao Yun paused, having run all night and feeling very hungry. He ate meat and drank wine without any decorum. Perhaps due to his strange smell, passersby covered their noses and avoided him from a distance.

"Quick, quick, the Liu family weapon shop is open."

As he walked, someone shouted.

The bustling street suddenly became even more lively.

People rushed in one direction, and Zhao Yun, who was eating, was bumped several times.

He didn't resist, just followed the crowd.

From a distance, he saw a shop crowded with people, forming a long queue.

That was the Liu family weapon shop.

Having a weapon master made a difference. Any weapon from their shop was of high quality, and they were sold in limited quantities each day. If you arrived late, they wouldn't sell to you. Therefore, when the Liu family weapon shop opened, a large crowd would gather, and some even waited from the night before.

Today was no different.

Despite the crowd, only a few could actually buy weapons.

"Damn, why did the price go up again?"

"Fifty taels, are you robbing us?"

The crowd surged into the shop, followed by a cacophony of curses.

"Buy it or not, it's your choice."

The Liu family's response was as arrogant as ever.

"Turns out, money is earned this way."

Zhao Yun didn't leave, finding a wooden post to lean on, drinking and eating while watching.

Fifty taels per weapon, indeed like a robbery.

However, the Liu family could do this because they had a monopoly on the weapon market in Wanggu Ancient City. Their weapons were of high quality, far surpassing the Zhao family. The price changing daily was normal.

Despite this, many people still rushed to buy.

People couldn't resist the temptation. If they didn't buy today, the price would rise again tomorrow.

"Sold out for today, come back tomorrow."

A Liu family servant stood at the door, his voice loud and clear, his posture straight, and his chin held high, sounding like he was reading an imperial edict.

"No! I've been waiting for three days."

Those buying weapons were not pleased, blocking the shop entrance and shouting.

"They're all gone, scram."

"If you're not selling, don't make a fuss, did you eat shit?"

"Fine, I'll remember you. I won't buy from you no matter how many times I come."

"Hey... my temper."

A peaceful transaction turned into a verbal battle. The buyers cursed, and the Liu family servant was equally arrogant. There was no way around it; the Liu family had the resources to be arrogant. If you didn't like it, don't buy.

This scene played out almost every day.

The people of the street were used to it, and the Liu family was used to it. Having good weapons gave them a high status.

The commotion came and went quickly.

Some were happy, some were sad. Those who bought were pleased, while those who didn't were gathered, cursing.

"Brother, can I see your weapon?"

Zhao Yun grabbed a bearded man who was polishing a ghost head knife, a new purchase he treasured, having spent most of his savings on it, yet he was still very happy.

"Sure, here, open your eyes."

The man handed over the ghost head knife and then took a big drink from his wine flask.

Zhao Yun took it and examined it thoroughly.

Indeed, the knife was of high quality, very hard, and the blade was sharp. Holding it, it exuded a sense of dominance. If used, it could easily take a life or leave someone half-dead.

"It took two days to buy."

"But their attitude is really bad, all of them act like they're the lords of the world."

"If the weapons weren't good, no one would come here."

The man wiped his beard, still cursing.

Zhao Yun smiled and returned the weapon.

The man took it back and polished it again, cursing but acknowledging it was a good weapon.

"A big fight."

Under his hood, Zhao Yun smiled. The ghost head knife was good, but it had many flaws. It was far from being refined to its best. If it were refined with his lightning, it would be a true masterpiece.

So, he was planning a big fight.

He knew how to refine weapons and had even more powerful lightning. He had a god on his side.

In this situation, he could bankrupt the Liu family weapon shop.

As he approached the Zhao family weapon shop, he saw a crowd gathered. At the shop entrance, two Liu family servants stood straight, indicating their master was inside.

"Is the Liu family shopkeeper here to buy the Zhao family weapon shop?"

"Of course, the Zhao family weapon shop is already in deficit. Continuing would be meaningless."

"Is the Liu family trying to monopolize the weapon market?"

The street people chatted nonstop.

Zhao Yun found a place to take off his raincoat, glanced at the two Liu family servants, and walked into the shop.

Inside, he saw Old Sun, Yang Da, and Wu Er.

Besides them, there was a tall, slender old man, whom Zhao Yun recognized as the Liu family shopkeeper, Liu Canghai, a distant relative of Liu Cangkong.

"Master."

Old Sun hurriedly stood up.

Zhao Yun waved his hand, sat down, and smiled at Liu Canghai, "What wind brought you here?"

Liu Canghai didn't speak, just looked Zhao Yun up and down.

Was he struck by lightning?

This was the meaning behind Liu Canghai's gaze, as Zhao Yun's appearance was truly terrible, with tattered clothes, a blackened body, and curly hair.

Not just him, Old Sun and the others also looked at him strangely.

They knew the young master had gone out for a few days, but why did he return in such a state?

"A thousand taels, to buy the Zhao family weapon shop."

Liu Canghai put down his teacup and sipped it leisurely.

"Not for sale."

"Come back tomorrow, and it will be eight hundred taels."

"Escort the guest out."

"You..."

Zhao Yun was straightforward, and Liu Canghai's face turned black. As a senior, he should have been respected, but Zhao Yun, who was a junior, had already given the order to leave, which was quite embarrassing.

Zhao Yun was relaxed, picking up his teacup.

He wasn't bluffing; if Liu Canghai kept talking, he wouldn't hesitate to hit him. As a family dispatched member, Liu Canghai's cultivation was pitiful. If they fought, he could turn him to ashes.

He was too lazy to hit him.

Even if Liu Canghai were killed, Liu Cangkong wouldn't care. A low-ranking dispatched member, who would care? To make Liu Cangkong truly hurt, he would have to strike at the heart of the Liu family.

In the end, he was patient enough.

If it were before, he would have attacked the moment he entered, due to the fake marriage, the Zhao and Liu families were already at odds. You still come here to make trouble.

Hmph!

Liu Canghai coldly snorted, threw his sleeves, and left. He thought it would be smooth, but he was rejected and kicked out, which was quite infuriating. He would have to report back to the family and plan to destroy the Zhao family.

"Master, what's this...?"

Old Sun approached, looking at Zhao Yun with concern, mainly because of his terrible appearance.

"It's fine."

"What about the weapon shop...?"

"Close for three days. Move all the weapons to my room, one by one."

"Understood."

Old Sun would follow the young master's orders.

Yang Da closed the shop door, and Wu Er rolled up his sleeves and started moving the weapons.

"Really closing?"

"From Liu Canghai's expression, it seems they didn't reach an agreement."

"Probably the price was too high."

The street people gathered and chatted, pointing and whispering.