Chapter 64: The Mysterious Young Man

That night, Chu Yang was still puzzled. On the first day of opening, the audacity of the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion had already attracted a large crowd, many of whom were martial artists. There were also people dressed in fine clothes, looking haughty, possibly from some major families in the city.

Why could these people actually resist their curiosity and not come in to take a look?

After all, a divine weapon in hand could at least boost one's combat power by a level. Whether it was for wandering the world or battling on the battlefield, it was a life-saving treasure that everyone dreamed of.

Having a divine weapon far superior to ordinary quality in hand was equivalent to having an extra life!

Wasn't such an attraction enough?

For both major families and the military, such an attraction should be sufficient, right?

Chu Yang was utterly baffled. What was going on? According to my knowledge, in the Iron Cloud Kingdom, once this news spread, people should swarm in regardless of their virtue. Why is it so strangely ignored? Could I have remembered it wrong?

The next day, there were still people watching, but it was even more deserted than the first day, with no one even entering the door. At least there was a hooligan causing trouble on the first day...

On the third day, even the onlookers were fewer. Chu Yang couldn't help but feel depressed. Whether they buy or not is one thing, but at least a few people should come in to take a look, right? In a city of millions, could there really be no curiosity? What's going on here?

On the night of the third day, there was finally some movement.

Chu Yang was reading the "Eternal Medical Techniques" given by Du Shiqing. Opening the cover, he saw a preface: "In this world, who can escape death? None. Therefore, a doctor can only treat diseases that do not lead to death. However, what are diseases that do not lead to death? I secretly believe that any injury or illness caused by external forces or outside the body itself are diseases that do not lead to death."

A disease that is certain to lead to death is fate...

Chu Yang's spirit was invigorated. The meaning was clear: as long as one is not old to the point of being on the brink of death, any injury or illness can be treated. Of course, this is just theoretical. But even just in theory, the claim was extremely bold.

Knock, knock...

A knock on the door.

Chu Yang, who was reading with great interest, asked impatiently, "Who is it?"

"I heard that divine weapons are being sold here, so I came to visit," came a weary voice from outside.

Chu Yang's heart stirred. Although the voice was weary, it carried a hint of arrogance, as if the speaker didn't care about anyone. Only someone who had been in a high position for a long time would have such a tone.

Moreover, the voice was very young.

When he opened the door, he saw a young man in fine clothes, his face calm and weary, but with a hint of unresolvable sorrow in his brows. Seeing Chu Yang open the door, he showed no unusual expression.

Although he was dressed in fine clothes, the hem of his clothes was covered in dust, as if he had traveled a long distance without rest. How could someone with such an arrogant tone be so disheveled?

The moment Chu Yang opened the door, the young man's stomach growled, as if he was extremely hungry, but his face showed no sign of embarrassment...

The lamp was lit, the solitary light like a bean.

"Please sit," Chu Yang said. From the visitor's aura and demeanor, he could tell that this young man was definitely not from an ordinary family. He must be from a prominent family.

Because the aura of a person in a high position is something that a common official's family would not have.

Rich families, while prone to producing spoiled children, are also the most likely to produce talented individuals. Their starting point is much higher than that of common heroes.

Chu Yang was a bit puzzled. How could a treasure from such a prominent family come out at midnight without any guards? And why was he so disheveled?

The young man smiled slightly, looked around the shop, and then stepped in, sitting opposite Chu Yang. He smiled and said, "What is your honorable surname, brother?"

"Are you here to buy weapons or to make friends?" Chu Yang asked with a faint smile, raising his eyes.

"Good!" The young man looked at him for a while and then lightly praised. He then untied the sword from his waist, placed it on the table, looked at it with a reluctant and loving gaze, and slowly pushed it to Chu Yang. "Since you specialize in divine weapons, take a look at this sword."

Chu Yang was speechless. He was here to sell weapons, and for three days, he hadn't had a single customer. Now, at midnight, someone finally came, but from the tone, it seemed like he was also selling weapons. Was he a competitor? His luck was really at its worst.

But he thought about it and still reached out to take the sword. After all, he had nothing else to do.

The moment the sword was in his hand, it felt heavy. Chu Yang's eyebrows raised, and he praised, "Good sword!"

"Brother, you haven't even opened it, how do you know it's a good sword?" The young man in fine clothes smiled at him. Although his clothes were disheveled, his every move was composed, showing that he had been well-educated.

"Most long swords are three feet long. With the scabbard, they are three feet and three inches; but your sword, with the scabbard, is three feet and five inches," Chu Yang said, looking at the sword. "Swords are the kings of weapons. The saying 'an inch longer, an inch stronger' refers to swords, not other weapons. People generally think this applies to all weapons, but that's a misunderstanding. Swords are light and flexible weapons; if they are too long, they are not strong, and if they are not strong, they are brittle, and if they are brittle, they break easily. Therefore, short swords are easier to forge, while long swords are more difficult. Your sword, being this long, adds to the difficulty of forging. But from the scabbard and hilt, it looks ancient and weathered, with a faint bloodiness, indicating that it has been around for many years and has seen much combat, yet it remains unchanged. It must be a good sword!"

"Very well said!" The young man laughed, his voice full of admiration. "Brother, you truly understand swords!"

"Also, most long swords weigh between six and nine pounds, with the ideal weight being seven pounds and seven ounces," Chu Yang said calmly. "If other specific metals are added, it's hard to say."

"Your sword, with the scabbard, already weighs over thirty pounds!" Chu Yang said. "The sword is heavy, yet its form remains unchanged, it must be a good sword!"

The young man's eyes showed even more admiration.

Chu Yang's wrist flicked, and with a clang like a dragon's roar, the long sword was drawn from its scabbard. Instantly, a cold light shone, and the dim light of the lamp reflected on the sword, casting a thousand rays of light, almost illuminating the entire room!

"Good sword!" Chu Yang praised, examining it closely. The more he looked, the more he praised.

The sword's body was like autumn water, even when still, it seemed to be trembling.

"Viewing a beauty under a lamp is one of life's great pleasures; but those who love swords know that viewing a famous sword under a lamp is the greatest pleasure," the young man sighed. "Swords have spirits and hearts; viewing a sword is like viewing combat and the world! With a famous sword like autumn water roaring like a dragon and tiger in your eyes, you will have the iron horses and icy rivers of the world in your heart!"

"Indeed," Chu Yang sighed. "Viewing a sword is like viewing the world." He looked up at the young man and said, "But we are strangers, and you didn't come here just to let me view this sword and feel the world."

As he spoke, the sword flashed, and without even looking, Chu Yang sheathed the sword with a clang, as if the sword had eyes of its own.

"Truly an expert in swords," the young man smiled. "But I didn't just come to let you view the sword. I am looking for someone who loves swords."

A look of pain flashed in his eyes. "Since I left, I have not a single coin. After traveling eight thousand miles, I have arrived here, but everything I had has been sold. Only this sword remains!"

He looked at Chu Yang intently. "Brother, I only need one hundred gold pieces. I will pawn this sword with you; after some time, I will come to retrieve it. At that time, I will repay you with ten thousand gold pieces! Take this sword!"

Chu Yang fell silent, feeling puzzled.

This sword, at first glance, was worth a thousand gold pieces! Pawning it for one hundred gold pieces was more than enough. But he didn't understand why such a good deal had come to him.

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