Chapter 66

The old man picked up the package without even opening it to check what was inside and hurriedly went inside.

Feng Yin wanted to leave.

But a powerful aura seemed to lock onto him from all directions.

Feng Yin felt a chill in his heart.

This Qiankun Tower is indeed no ordinary place.

This letter must have another purpose. Could it be related to me? If it is, how can I get rid of it?

At this moment, he didn't even think about whether it was good or bad for him; his first reaction was to get rid of it.

He is too weak.

Even if someone is interested in him now, he is at their mercy.

Even if it's a good thing, what use is it?

Bad things must be avoided, but good things are also absolutely unacceptable.

On this point, Feng Yin's understanding has always been clear, and he is very clear-headed and decisive.

In just a few breaths, the old man came out again, holding a long crystal box; inside, there were neatly arranged twelve small bottles of pills.

"This, my superior is deeply grateful for your noble character and your word of a thousand catties, and has specially prepared a small token of appreciation. These are twelve bottles of Golden Yuan Pills. It's a small token, but I hope you won't refuse it."

Then he took out another small box and said, "My superior learned that you have a pet companion. This is a bottle of high-quality Spirit Beast Pill that my master obtained by chance. It can improve the pet's potential. I hope you won't mind."

"How can I accept this..."

Feng Yin declined for a long time but finally had to accept it.

The Golden Yuan Pills were fine, but the Spirit Beast Pill was something he could use.

His transformation of beasts had unexpectedly good results, and their growth was incredibly fast. Now with this Spirit Beast Pill, it would be an excellent excuse!

Looking at the small bottle, there were at least a dozen pills, enough to handle the current situation.

Even if I sell thousands or tens of thousands of spirit beasts in the future, this will be more than enough...

Feng Yin accepted the gifts and, without lingering, proposed to leave. The old man did not insist on keeping him and politely saw him out.

The auras seemed to have disappeared.

Out the door.

Feng Yin turned a few corners and quickly entered a small path. A vague feeling arose in his heart that someone was following him.

This was no surprise; it was likely someone from Qiankun Tower.

"Indeed."

Feng Yin took a deep breath.

The fact that they didn't detain him suggests that their intentions weren't entirely malicious. However, they clearly know that he is a divine doctor, so the purpose of this tracking is only one.

To determine where he is staying.

Once they know his location, they will have control over him. This can't be allowed!

Feng Yin's mind raced.

How can I get rid of them?

He deeply knew that although his cultivation had greatly improved compared to before, he was still a small fry in the eyes of experts. And the people from Qiankun Tower are definitely experts.

Not to mention, the old shopkeeper is likely a formidable cultivator.

Now, the person sent to track him is a professional.

He has no chance of getting rid of them with his real abilities. They can easily lock onto him.

But how can he get rid of them?

Feng Yin walked and thought, but the disguises and transformations he had prepared were useless in this situation.

He turned several corners, trying every method to shake off the tracker.

But he didn't dare to lead the person to the Rainbow Qingyi's base.

The tracker's cultivation, sensed in the dark, was even stronger than Wu Tiejun.

Moreover, the tracker's identity was unknown, like a shadow. Even if he killed the person and left immediately, no one could point the finger at him.

Feng Yin knew that with the help of Qingyi's power, he could get rid of the tracker, but he couldn't bring such danger to Wu Tiejun and the others.

And if he did, his identity would be exposed, and all his disguises would be useless.

As he walked, the tracker followed like a bone-deep sore, not falling behind at all.

Not getting closer, not getting farther, just trailing him from a distance. Feng Yin could sense the tracker's amusement at his attempts to shake him off.

Feng Yin visited three more shops, even a women's store, and slipped out the back door each time, but the feeling of being followed never disappeared.

The tracker's skills were almost divine.

Seeing his home getting closer, Feng Yin gritted his teeth and turned into a blacksmith's shop.

Since he couldn't shake them off, and he needed a weapon anyway, he might as well take care of it now.

As for what to do afterward... that would depend on the situation.

But now, the priority was to get rid of the tracker, even if it cost him some silver.

"Is the shopkeeper here?" Feng Yin entered with a wealthy and domineering air, calm and collected, even condescending.

It was hard to tell that he was almost driven mad by the tracker.

"What do you need, sir?"

"I need a sword."

"Our swords are of high quality and reasonably priced..."

"No, I need a custom-made sword."

"Custom-made... that might be more expensive."

"Price is no issue for me."

Feng Yin waved his hand grandly: "I have nothing but money."

The shop assistant rolled his eyes.

Great, another rich jerk.

I don't understand why there are so many rich idiots in this world.

Just because you have some money, you think you're so great?

If I had money, I'd be even better!

Seeing Feng Yin treat money like dirt, the shop assistant felt depressed and a sense of resentment arose.

"What kind of sword do you want? Do you have a design?"

"Of course not!"

"You would have it easier if you had a design... What? You don't?!" The shop assistant almost fainted.

You don't have a design, and you still use the word 'of course'?

"But I can draw the design. Can you make it according to the design?" Feng Yin recalled the image of the small broken sword in his mind.

Since that thing won't come out on its own...

I'll just make one myself. By the time you come out, I might not need you anymore!

What's so great about you?

"Of course, as long as you can draw the design, we can make it exactly the same."

The shop assistant replied cautiously.

Feng Yin could sense the tracker's aura locking onto the blacksmith's shop.

Yes, a bit closer.

"This sword is not simple; it is the first treasure sword in the world."

"Ha... the first treasure sword... Do you have any special requirements?"

The shop assistant, a well-informed person, knew that those who came for custom-made weapons usually had high standards for materials, far beyond ordinary steel.

But this guy is really full of himself, the first treasure sword... It's like a cow turning into a fool after being cut on the butt.

Have you even seen a real treasure sword? I haven't, and neither have you!

What a braggart!

"Does your shop have Mystic Crystal Iron?"

"Yes."

"Do you have Night Black Steel?"

"Yes."

"Do you have Wind Mystic Silver?"

"Yes, but it's extremely expensive and hard to come by. It needs to be pre-ordered."

"What's the price?"

"The market price is 500 taels of silver for two taels."

The shop assistant's respect grew, thinking this guy might know a thing or two.

He became even more respectful and explained, "Wind Mystic Silver is very heavy and valuable. For a regular weapon, two taels would be enough."

Feng Yin agreed readily, "Alright, two taels it is. I don't need more."

"But the handle must not be slippery, not hurt the hand, and still be comfortable. You understand, right?"

"You are indeed an expert."

The shop assistant was instantly impressed.

Slippery, hurting the hand, and comfortable—these are things only a true expert would know.

"Can you place a Clear Wind Stone in the handle, use Jiao Xiao Silk instead of wrapping, and use Xuan Deer Tendon on the edges? And add a bit of Skylark Down."

"You are truly an expert!"

The shop assistant recorded everything, deeply impressed. Few people thought so thoroughly, making the weapon both practical and comfortable.

There was no oversight: "But even though the materials are not many, the value is significant."

"Just a few hundred taels more."

"You are also an expert in prices."

"I know a bit."

"Where is the design for your sword?"

"I'll draw it for you."

Feng Yin slowly ground the ink and moistened the brush, sensing the tracker getting closer.

A smile appeared on his lips, and he drew the design in one stroke.

Seeing the design, the shop assistant was stunned: "This... this..."

He expected a design from such an expert to be the most fluid and powerful sword shape, perhaps even a classic.

But he never expected this.

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