Chapter 97

"spirit sword? Only pledged a hundred third-grade beast crystals?"

Zong Shou's expression was stunned, then he clicked his tongue and said, "This pawnshop is really making a killing!"

Chuxue also nodded in agreement. The forging of a spirit sword was far more difficult than that of a talisman sword. The materials used were often extremely rare.

Even the poorest spirit weapon would cost more than ten times the price of the Leiya Sword in Zong Shou's hand. Sometimes, even with money, it was impossible to buy one, just like their current situation.

A hundred third-grade beast crystals for a spirit weapon, this deal was truly a huge profit.

After a moment of reflection, Zong Shou felt that the Leiya Sword, which had just delighted him, was now somewhat redundant.

Ling Yang had sought a high-quality talisman sword because he had learned a secret method to nurture and refine swords in his previous life. Combined with a unique sword-cleaning technique and Xiao Jin's enhancement, it could make a talisman weapon possess some of the abilities of a spirit weapon.

However, he did not expect such a pleasant surprise in this Yunsheng City.

Strapping the sword to his waist, Zong Shou's eyes flickered, and after a moment, he decisively said, "Forget it, staying here is boring. Let's go to the street and take a look!"

Chuxue blinked in surprise but did not object.

Knowing that with Zong Shou's current abilities, as long as he was still in Yunsheng City, no one could harm him.

Being at the Nourishing Spirit stage, he could kill innate martial masters. Now that he could leave his body at night, he naturally had no fear.

The auction house was located in a teahouse by the river in the western part of the city.

After all, it was not as professional as in later times, with numerous auction houses. At this time, the practice was to store enough items in the warehouse, then invite the city's wealthy and powerful to gather in one place and begin the sale.

Before heading there, Zong Shou went to the armory where he had custom-ordered the talisman knives. The fifty Cloud Pattern talisman knives were not yet ready.

However, he did not come here to pick up the knives. He drew some scattered parts and placed an order for them.

These were also external bones, but different from the previous Wind Traveling Spirit Bones. The latter required only a little soul power to activate, and could be used for walking for several days and nights if one had good energy. The drawback was that they could not be used for combat and had low strength.

What Zong Shou was customizing now was a type of 'entry-level' external bone. Not only was it less prone to damage, but it could also increase strength by nearly five thousand pounds. However, the soul power required was also several times that of the previous ones.

Reflecting on the Wind Traveling Spirit Bones' failure halfway through, Zong Shou this time ordered two sets and some key spare parts for replacement.

The forging itself was not difficult, similar to the forging of mid-grade talisman weapons. The delivery time was the same as that of the talisman knives.

When Zong Shou arrived at the teahouse, he found it not only quite elegant but also situated by the river, adding to its charm.

However, near the teahouse, there were squads of armored soldiers guarding the area. All were burly men, martial masters of the fourth grade or higher, exuding a fierce aura.

He could faintly sense the presence of over a dozen innate experts nearby, which was quite surprising.

Zong Shou was also taken aback. Just a spirit weapon, was such a grand setup necessary? Could there be something else being auctioned today?

Although puzzled, he still entered the teahouse. His attire was all luxurious, so the guards did not stop him.

Inside the teahouse, it was already full of people. However, Ling Yang had directly taken a private room on the second floor.

It was unclear whether the pawnshop knew they were wealthy or if it was due to the Yunsheng City Lord.

When they met, Ling Yang frowned, looking worried, "Although this place is within the city, it is a mix of all sorts. Even if the Yunsheng City guards are thorough, there can still be lapses. How can the Young Master take such a risk?"

Zong Shou glanced at Chuxue, who was scratching her face awkwardly. He knew this girl probably hadn't told Ling Yang about him.

As for the Yunsheng City Lord, Zong Shou had already figured out that he had no intention of being involved with him. As the city lord, he had not traveled far, yet had been absent from the city for several days. How could that be possible?

He guessed that the city lord was only showing him some favor due to Lei Dong.

Since the other party did not want to meet, Zong Shou did not have the audacity to force it. This situation was the best.

With so many people around, it was not easy to explain to Ling Yang. Zong Shou chuckled, rubbed his nose, and silently walked into the private room and sat down.

The room had windows on two sides, one of which overlooked the inner hall of the teahouse. However, as soon as Zong Shou sat down, he saw a puzzled gaze looking at him from the opposite side.

Zong Shou was also stunned. He saw Zong Ling standing in the corridor outside the window.

The gaze was initially surprised but then turned playful, "Cousin, you actually have the leisure to come here for entertainment. It seems you've been quite happy in Yunsheng City these past few days."

Feng Xiao was also there but did not speak, only watching Ling Yang, who had reached the innate stage, with a serious expression, his face changing constantly.

Zong Shou sighed inwardly. How could these two be so clingy? No matter where he went, he would run into them—

Then he heard a light sneer from the opposite side, "Do you really think the small Yunsheng City Lord can protect you? There are countless experts in Donglin Yunlu. Even in the eastern part of Yunlu, there are four forces stronger than Yunsheng City. Many people can deal with him. Do you know that our Seventh Brother Zong Yang's Purple Lightning Spear has personally come here?"

As Zong Ling spoke, his gaze shifted to the side. Zong Shou followed his gaze and saw a figure in golden brocade sitting in another private room. His posture was so upright that it was impeccable.

He was about twenty years old, with a face that inherited the inherent handsomeness of the Tianhu clan, but was extremely cold. A spear, wrapped in cloth, was placed beside him.

He glanced at Zong Shou indifferently and then looked away, as if he had no interest in him.

Although there were two innate martial masters beside him, they were overshadowed by his presence, almost unnoticed.

Zong Shou raised an eyebrow. With the memories of the past thirteen years, he had a rough understanding of Qiantian Mountain.

He also had a vague memory of this person, who was said to be a member of the Tianhu clan, the most outstanding among the collateral descendants of this generation.

He was recruited by Zong Yang's branch and was loyal to him. In the past, Zong Weiran had also lamented this, personally praising him as a rare talent, regretting that he could not be used by them. It was also a pity that, as a collateral descendant of the Zong clan, even with talents not inferior to the main line, he was destined to be a pawn for others.

"Power of martial arts? Indeed, it's impressive!"

Squinting his eyes, Zong Shou instantly had a rough idea of this person's strength. He should be at the peak of the innate martial master stage, the third pulse of the Earth Wheel.

However, what he cared more about was that the appearance of this 'Purple Lightning Spear' likely indicated a change in the situation at Qiantian Mountain.

And in the next moment, he heard Zong Ling sneer again, "But Cousin, you do have good luck—"