Chapter 7

"Baobingzhai?"

Zongshou remembered that this major arms merchant was quite famous in later generations. It almost monopolized nearly twenty percent of the weapon transactions in the Cloud Realm, and even expanded to other worlds, including those spiritual realms, where it also had a foothold.

It was renowned for its high prices and superior quality. All high-ranking martial artists would first consider Baobingzhai when seeking weapons.

Coincidentally, he also had the intention of finding some suitable defensive weapons for himself at this Guling Market. After a brief hesitation, he strode in.

The shopkeeper here was about thirty years old. Just as Zongshou remembered, the Baobingzhai managers in various places were always smiling, with a gentle, respectful, and steady demeanor, and a bit of the shrewdness characteristic of businessmen. At a glance, he could see that the two were not ordinary wealthy people, and he personally came forward to welcome them.

Zongshou paid no attention, first glancing around roughly. The weapons here were all high-quality products, refined through countless hammerings, relatively high-end, and difficult for ordinary martial artists to obtain.

Then his gaze fell on the corner where various projectile weapons were displayed. After a cursory inspection, he shook his head inwardly. Those spirit-inscribed weapons had indeed not yet become widespread in this era.

However, he did not feel disappointed and turned to the shopkeeper beside him, asking, "Can weapons be custom-made here?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled, "As long as the requirements are not too high, any type of weapon can be custom-made at our Baobingzhai branches! Does the young master have any weapon blueprints? Or a description will do—"

Zongshou did not respond, but walked directly to the counter. He took out two yellow papers and began drawing.

In no time, a willow-leaf flying knife and a long needle were drawn on the paper. The shapes were ordinary, with no special features. However, there were some lines with unclear meanings etched on them, making them quite aesthetically pleasing.

Chuxue, who had been watching curiously from the side, could not see anything significant and finally said, "Young master's drawing is really good, much better than before. Does the Linhai Academy also teach drawing?"

Zongshou smiled, put down the wolf-hair brush, and his expression turned cold, "The knife is two inches long and must be as thin as a cicada's wing. It should be made of fine steel, mixed with three grams of blood copper. I need three hundred of these knives! The needle should be made of the same material, in four sizes: two inches, one and a third inches, one inch, and