Chapter 30

As the sky neared dawn, Zhao Yun finally put down the talisman brush.

Indeed, his spirit had been enhanced, but he was also quite exhausted; drawing talismans was very draining.

However, the results were still very satisfying.

Looking at the table, there was a thick stack of explosive talismans, more pleasing to the eye than silver notes.

Mainly because of their great power, most were enhanced with lightning and fire.

Turning his gaze from the explosive talismans, he took out a small green spirit pearl from his pocket, obtained from Sikuong.

This pearl could determine a person's cultivation level.

In a sense, Sikuong was tricked by it. Because it detected Zhao Yun's Ninger Yuan realm cultivation, the overconfident Sikuong dared to follow him late at night, intending to rob and kill.

Unfortunately, he failed and was eliminated instead.

People! It's better to be low-key. As the old saying goes, caution ensures a long journey.

Like Sikuong, he ended up giving Zhao Yun a big advantage.

"From today, I will fall into a deep sleep to nourish my spirit and soul," the Moon Goddess said slowly.

"Sleep?" Zhao Yun glanced sideways, "How long?"

"Perhaps three to five days, perhaps three to five years, who can say?"

"This..."

"May you have good fortune." The Moon Goddess said, waving her sleeve to sprinkle a sheet of golden characters.

It was a complete cultivation technique.

It was prepared for the old man in the gray robe, the incomplete technique having been evolved to completion by her.

After all, she still needed it to exchange for elixirs.

As for how much to transmit at once, it depended on Zhao Yun's grasp. He should understand the concept of a steady stream.

In a dream, the Moon Goddess slept quietly.

Zhao Yun did not disturb her, collected the explosive talismans and his equipment, and stretched as he left the door.

"Master."

Old Sun and the others were there, busy in the small garden because the armory had not opened yet.

The so-called busyness was moving weapons.

In recent days, they had acquired many low-grade weapons, which now filled the small garden.

"The place is a bit cramped."

Zhao Yun looked around, seeing weapons everywhere, with little open space left.

It was time to expand.

After the meal, Old Sun went to the teahouse next to the armory on the south side and bought it for a high price.

Then, he bought the antique shop on the north side.

Thus, the antique shop to the north, the armory in the middle, and the teahouse to the south were tightly connected, the walls between them torn down, forming a single entity. Not only the shops, but the garden behind them also expanded.

This renovation took a whole day.

When the new day arrived, the Zhao family armory's facade was magnificent.

"Even though it's closed, it still looks so grand."

People passing by glanced at the Zhao family armory, which was much larger than the Liu family armory.

In the early morning, Luma was the first to arrive.

There was money to be made, so the bearded man was very diligent, pulling a cart full of weapons.

"Where did you find them?"

Zhao Yun, hands in his sleeves, circled the cart, amazed.

"I have my ways."

Luma chuckled, bringing a cart of weapons didn't take much effort.

"Are you interested in joining the Zhao family armory?"

Zhao Yun smiled, with the expanded facade, he needed more staff.

For example, guards for the armory.

Someone like Luma was perfect, and finding more people to protect the armory would make it safer.

In short, it was about building his own power base.

To stabilize his position, he needed more than just himself.

"Will there be a salary if I join the armory?"

Luma rubbed his hands, smiling. It was time to find a place to settle down.

"The price you set, the salary I pay."

Zhao Yun smiled, still as generous as ever. Compared to money, he valued people's hearts more.

"Alright."

Luma was also straightforward, not demanding too much, just a bit higher than the market rate.

Most importantly, he liked Zhao Yun.

This Zhao family master was not as bad as rumored, at least he was very sincere.

"Find more people." Zhao Yun smiled, handing him a pot of wine.

"I understand, Master." Luma took the pot and left.

By noon, Luma returned.

With him were seven or eight martial cultivators, mostly at the True Spirit realm, the highest being the ninth level.

At night.

A banquet was set up in the armory's garden, with a large table of good wine and meat.

"Is it this lavish?"

Luma grinned, the new members also looked amazed.

As martial cultivators, they weren't poor.

But most of their money went to cultivation, and they were usually frugal with wine and meat.

Now, they could eat freely?

"In the future, every meal will have wine and meat." Wu Er laughed, pouring wine for everyone.

"This is a good job."

Everyone smiled, the Zhao family armory's treatment was indeed good.

"In the side room, there are weapons, one for each of you. After the meal, go and choose."

Zhao Yun smiled, as the owner, a gift was necessary.

"Free?"

"Free."

Alright! With those two words, everyone started eating and then rushed to choose weapons.

A Zhao family weapon cost fifty taels?

This meal was eaten with great joy, everyone being generous.

After the meal, Zhao Yun didn't watch.

But from his room, he could hear laughter filling the garden, everyone hugging their weapons and grinning.

The Zhao family master was too generous.

After all, one can't be unlucky forever; in life, one must meet a benefactor.

The armory's roles were clearly defined.

The owner was still Zhao Yun; Old Sun was the manager; Yang Da and Wu Er assisted; the newly joined Luma was responsible for receiving weapons, different from before, now he just needed to wait at the armory.

As for the people he brought, they all became armory guards.

After everything was arranged, Zhao Yun focused on refining weapons, locking himself in his room.

With celestial lightning and beast fire, the refining speed was much faster.

During this time, he glanced at the Moon Goddess, who was indeed sleeping, as still as an ice sculpture.

"When will you wake up?"

Zhao Yun looked away, waiting for Xiuer to show off and fly with him.

Speaking of which, a sword and a knife were already refined.

To say they were refined was more like purifying the impurities and refining them a bit.

But that was enough.

To deal with the Liu family armory, there was no need to use the art of refining.

Hmm?

Zhao Yun suddenly looked up, tilting his head towards the roof, hearing the sound of tiles moving.

Clearly, someone was on the roof.

In the middle of the night, someone on the roof was either a thief or a spy.

He was used to it.

Since the Zhao family armory produced high-quality items, people often came to check, mostly at night.

No need to ask, they were spies sent by Liu Canghai.

This was expected. If he were Liu Canghai, he would be even more diligent.

"You, come down." A loud voice came from outside.

It was Luma, who had also detected the spy, holding his ghost head knife and shouting in the garden.

Don't look at him being rough, but he was very meticulous.

Taking money to do the job, this big guy had to be worth the salary Zhao Yun paid.

"Where are you running?"

Not just Luma, but other armory guards had also rushed to the roof.

Unfortunately, the spy was too agile and escaped.

Zhao Yun never left his room, a small spy wasn't worth his attention.

"I need to find a small protector."

Zhao Yun muttered, his eyes deep in the dim candlelight.

Sikuong's elimination might not raise suspicion for a day or two, but over time, the Liu family would definitely be suspicious.

Unable to find Sikuong, they would investigate.

With the armories secretly competing, it would eventually lead to the Zhao family armory.

At that time, the spies wouldn't be at the True Spirit realm.

As a guest alchemist, not just Liu Canghai, even Liu Cangkong would be interested.

So, it was better to plan ahead.

Like Luma, they could defend against the True Spirit realm, but not the Xuan Yang realm.

"The owner of the Full Treasure Tower would be a good choice."

Zhao Yun thought, the old man in the gray robe was the most suitable, doing nothing but sitting there.

The night gradually faded.

In the morning, Zhao Yun left the armory early, put on a black robe, and headed straight for the black market.

When he returned to the Full Treasure Tower, the old man in the gray robe hurriedly stood up.

His demeanor was unusually warm, serving tea and water like a junior.

Looking at Zhao Yun, he was not as calm.

Previously, with the Moon Goddess supporting him, he was quite confident; now that she was sleeping, he felt inexplicably anxious.

Still, the show must go on.

Fortunately, the Moon Goddess left him a complete cultivation technique before sleeping, it was up to him to use it.

"Senior, have some tea."

The old man in the gray robe was more respectful, appearing somewhat nervous in front of Zhao Yun.

He had to be respectful.

In the past few days of cultivation, his illness had greatly improved, the new technique was indeed profound.

For this reason, he was grateful.

Beyond gratitude, he was more shocked, shocked by Zhao Yun's experience, able to repair the technique.

"Where does this senior come from?"

This question had been in his mind many times.

Unfortunately, there was no answer.

There were too many hidden talents in the world, always some he didn't know.

"Do you have any elixirs?"

Zhao Yun said calmly, sipping the tea, subtly checking the old man's cultivation, indeed a formidable figure, at the Earth Concealment realm, easily brought down.

"I do, I do."

The old man in the gray robe smiled, taking out a jade box, containing a True Essence Pill.

For this pill, he had put in a lot of effort.

Perhaps the time was too short, unable to find more, after all, elixirs were precious.

Zhao Yun didn't look at the elixir, but started writing.

His acting was much better this time, flawless.

Even without the Moon Goddess, he could handle it.

Perhaps, this was also a form of cultivation, training his mindset.

He didn't know when he finished writing.

The old man in the gray robe hurriedly took it, as expected, the technique Zhao Yun gave was still incomplete.

Or rather, the benefits he gave were not enough.

Just one True Essence Pill for the entire technique, there was no such thing as a free lunch.

He felt a bit embarrassed.

Letting a senior wait for three days for just one pill was not impressive.

"Today, I will be on a long journey."

Zhao Yun said, slowly standing up, and casually took the True Essence Pill.

"This..."

The old man in the gray robe was anxious, wanting to say something but holding back, what will I do if you leave?

"In the future, if you find elixirs, you can go to the Zhao family armory and find my disciple Zhao Yun, he will give you the technique."

"Zhao Yun?" The old man was surprised, "The Zhao Yun from the Zhao family?"

"Exactly." Zhao Yun lightly waved his sleeve, stepping out of the shop, gradually disappearing.

Behind him, the old man in the gray robe had a strange expression.

In the Forgotten Ancient City, how could he not know Zhao Yun, the former martial genius, now a broken body.

"To be his disciple."

The old man in the gray robe muttered, his eyes deep, he would definitely check Zhao Yun out when he had the chance. Zhao Yun was definitely not simple.