Chapter 21

Leaving Caiman Tower, Zhao Yun did not leave immediately. He was still wearing a black cloak and wandered around the black market.

To be honest, he really liked the atmosphere of the black market, which had a mysterious feel to it.

People here didn’t talk much; instead, they mostly used gestures.

Naturally, there were also those who shouted loudly, mostly newbies who didn’t know the rules and would inevitably be dealt with. The next time they came, they would all be much more subdued.

As he passed a stall, he stopped.

The stall was not large, and it didn’t have many items, but they were not ordinary. At least, they were hard to find outside.

"Violet玄Iron."

Zhao Yun was staring at a piece of iron, which was a piece of玄iron, a good material for forging weapons.

Its name: Violet玄Iron.

However, it was not purple, but it emitted a strange purple glow all over.

Such iron was very expensive and hard to come by. He had never seen a second piece.

"Enough to forge a sword, barely."

Zhao Yun thought to himself.

His Longyuan Sword was not yet polished well. At this stage, it was only suitable for smashing people and strengthening his body, but it was too heavy and inconvenient for combat.

After all, he was of the wind attribute, and using a heavy sword would significantly reduce his speed.

Thus, if he had a light sword, it would complement his abilities. Using this Violet玄Iron to forge a sword would be perfect, especially when combined with wind and lightning, which would certainly create a powerful killing blow.

"Five hundred taels."

The stall owner, a scruffy middle-aged man, spoke without lifting his head. He was holding a piece of jade and wiping it vigorously, occasionally exhaling.

That jade was also not ordinary; it could stabilize one’s mind when worn, and it was rarely sold.

"Two hundred and fifty taels."

Zhao Yun said calmly, cutting the price in half, a trick his father taught him. If it didn’t work, he could always add more!

"Deal."

Surprisingly, the scruffy middle-aged man was straightforward.

Zhao Yun's lips twitched.

Damn, did he cut the price too low?

The scruffy middle-aged man had already found a piece of black cloth to wrap the Violet玄Iron.

After paying, Zhao Yun left.

Zhao Yun was also straightforward and didn’t bother to haggle further.

That day, he spent the whole time in the black market. There were many good things, and the prices were quite reasonable. Although he had some wealth, he could only buy a few treasures in the black market.

By the time night fell, he left, having spent more than half of the money he made from selling stolen goods. Besides the Violet玄Iron, he also bought a spiritual liquid for soaking his body and many pills to quickly replenish his true essence and mental energy, all of which were essential for travel.

When he returned to the weapon shop, Old Sun and the others had already prepared a meal, with wine and meat, quite a feast.

The small garden was already piled high with weapons, all of which were bought, and he had acquired a lot in one day.

After the meal, he locked himself in his room.

The Violet玄Iron was taken out, and then came the lightning, with threads of lightning like snakes wrapping around the玄iron.

The first step was to refine it, removing the impurities from the玄iron, and then forge the weapon.

Although both were iron, Violet玄Iron and meteoric iron were not of the same level, and Violet玄Iron was not as hard as meteoric iron, making it easier to forge.

On the first day, he forged the sword blank.

On the second day, he sharpened the sword.

By the third night, he heard the sound of the sword, indicating that it was forged. The sword was flexible and hard, with a sharp edge, and it glowed purple all over.

"I name you: Zixiao."

Zhao Yun smiled and practiced a few moves in the room. Each sword stroke produced a sharp sound, and compared to the Longyuan Sword, the Zixiao Sword was much lighter and, when combined with wind and lightning, could indeed deliver a fatal blow.

"Making a belt out of it would also be nice."

Zhao Yun smiled, as the flexibility of the Zixiao Sword was excellent. It could be worn around the waist, looking like a belt, and it was easy to draw the sword quickly.

"The night is beautiful tonight."

The Moon Goddess, who had been silent all day, suddenly spoke.

Zhao Yun glanced at her, understanding her meaning. Clearly, she wanted him to take advantage of the night to steal something.

No more stealing.

Because of the theft from the three families, all the major families had become more cautious, making it not so easy to steal.

Compared to that, refining weapons was more important. In the past two days, most of the weapons in the weapon shop had been sold, and he needed to replenish the stock, otherwise, he would have nothing to sell.

He didn’t sleep and brought weapons from outside to refine with lightning. As his cultivation advanced, the intensity of the lightning increased, making it less strenuous.

The night passed quietly, and dawn came.

As soon as it was light, the sound of gongs and drums came from the Liu family weapon shop. Two servants, each holding a gong, were making a loud noise.

"Newly forged weapons."

"Eighty percent off."

These were the words of the two servants.

Zhao Yun’s guess was correct.

The Liu family weapon shop couldn’t sit still anymore. They had put aside their pride and were lowering prices to start a price war to attract customers.

"I didn’t hear wrong! The Liu family is lowering prices? They used to raise prices every day."

"Probably because of the Zhao family."

"True, since the Zhao family weapon shop opened, the Liu family hasn’t sold anything, and they must be very anxious."

"Serves them right."

The morning street, with the sound of gongs and drums, was even more lively, with many discussions and curses. People watched from a distance but didn’t go over, even at a discount, they wouldn’t buy. You can still be arrogant!

People need to have some aspirations.

Like many martial cultivators, who had been cursed by the Liu family weapon shop when buying weapons, now that the Liu family showed weakness, no one would give them any face.

High-quality weapons! The Zhao family also had them, a bit more expensive, but of higher quality, and the attitude was better. It was just a matter of ten taels of silver. People would rather spend more to avoid the Liu family weapon shop.

This was human nature.

In the past, they were so humble, and now they wanted to get back at the Liu family. They wouldn’t buy from them, and seeing the Liu family in distress made them feel quite satisfied.

Exactly.

The psychology of revenge, everyone has it.

However, some people still went.

After buying weapons, they would show off, and those with keen eyes would call them "shills."

"Quickly, the Zhao family weapon shop is open."

Whether intentionally or not, many people gathered to shout.

Then, a crowd formed, heading towards the Zhao family weapon shop, quite a sight.

As they passed the Liu family weapon shop, most people smiled in unison.

"Damn."

Seeing no one coming to his weapon shop, but all going to the Zhao family, Liu Canghai couldn’t help but curse.

He was really getting anxious.

Not just him, but also Liu Cangkong. Three days had passed, and not even a trace of Lone Wolf had been seen. Since the Liu family established their clan in Wanggu City, they had never suffered such a great loss.

"Find out, thoroughly."

Liu Cangkong’s angry shout, with a hidden killing intent.

"Wait a few days."

At the weapon shop, Zhao Yun, with his hands on his cheeks, sat steadily at the counter, thinking to himself that he would wait for an opportunity to do another job.

Lone Wolf wouldn’t dare to do this. At least, he wouldn’t dare to provoke the Liu family. What he did was small-scale, accumulating little by little.

If Lone Wolf were still alive, he would be proud. Zhao Yun used his name to do something spectacular, and for many years to come, people would remember him.

"Third Brother."

Suddenly, a voice called out.

The voice was a bit hoarse.

At the counter, a person had appeared, about the same age as Zhao Yun. His face was haggard, as if he had been seriously ill, with stubble on his lips, looking quite disheveled.

"Ninth Brother."

Seeing him, Zhao Yun quickly stood up. The term "Ninth Brother" was affectionate, and he recognized him.

His name was Zhao Chuan, also a member of the Zhao family, of the same generation, and the ninth in rank.

Zhao Chuan managed a weak smile, but Zhao Yun’s call of "Ninth Brother" warmed his heart.

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Yun opened the door, smiling, and led Zhao Chuan into a side room, usually reserved for VIPs, a private room in the weapon shop.

"The pawnshop was robbed, and the elders were furious. They sent me to be the manager." Zhao Chuan smiled, but it was still a weak smile. On the surface, he was sent to be the manager, but in reality, he was exiled.

"Don’t take it to heart."

Zhao Yun patted his shoulder, understanding Zhao Chuan’s feelings. He, the former wastrel, had a similar experience.

Zhao Chuan’s exile was expected. He was not of the main line and had been weak and sickly since childhood, with poor talent. For such a member of the family, exile was inevitable.

However, Zhao Yun had no contempt for Zhao Chuan. His ninth brother had a good heart. During the years when Zhao Yun’s meridians were cut, Zhao Chuan did not distance himself and did not mock or ridicule him.

"Better to be out, at least it’s peaceful." Zhao Yun smiled, personally pouring tea for Zhao Chuan, "This way, we can look out for each other."

It was easy to see that Zhao Chuan’s eyes had tears, a kind of bitterness that only he knew, having suffered much bullying within the family.

"Master."

Just then, Wu Er walked in, holding a silver longsword, of high quality.

"See if it suits you."

Zhao Yun took the sword and handed it to Zhao Chuan.

"Third Brother, I can’t accept it."

"Don’t be so formal." Zhao Yun insisted, "We are family, it’s only right."

Zhao Chuan couldn’t refuse and finally accepted it.

At some point, Zhao Chuan got up and left. As a manager, he had to go through the motions, especially on his first day, checking the accounts.

"In three months, we’ll go back together."

Zhao Yun thought to himself, watching Zhao Chuan leave. He would find an opportunity to help Zhao Chuan refine his body. His ninth brother was living too miserably.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a loud thundercl