Chapter 9

At the age of fourteen, Feng Feiyun was a dashing young man. Today, he changed into a purple silk robe with gold trim, tied his hair back, and held a sandalwood and paper fan, looking more handsome than ever before.

Feng Feiyun was originally a delicate and refined young man, like a small scholar. Now, after practicing the "Immortal Phoenix Body," his demeanor had completely changed, exuding a vigorous and free-spirited aura.

Even Feng Ping and Feng An, the two servants, were stunned for a moment when they saw Feng Feiyun, as if they didn't recognize him.

"Let's go! We're heading to the Silver Hook Shop. What are you two staring at? Lead the way!" Feng Feiyun scolded.

The two servants snapped back to their senses and hurriedly led the way.

The Silver Hook Shop was located in the bustling southern part of Lingzhou City. It was a seven-story building made of brick and wood, with dragon and phoenix carvings, making it one of the city's landmarks.

The Silver Hook Shop didn't just sell weapons; it also offered various treasures, elixirs, armor, and other items related to cultivation. However, many of these items were not affordable for the average person.

"Ah, isn't this Young Master Feng? What a surprise to see you here today! Please come in, please come in!" Zheng Dongliu, the manager of the Silver Hook Shop, was over sixty years old and had a keen eye for people. He immediately recognized Feng Feiyun.

Although Zheng Dongliu's eyes weren't as sharp as the legendary "Fire Eyes," he had seen countless people and was experienced and perceptive, with a keen eye like a hawk.

This was Feng Feiyun's first visit to the Silver Hook Shop, but the young master of Lingzhou City had already been listed in his ledger. He was a major client who needed to be treated well.

Feng Feiyun held his fan and walked into the Silver Hook Shop with grace, smiling, "The Silver Hook Shop truly lives up to its reputation. This is my first visit, yet you already recognize me."

"In Lingzhou City, anyone who doesn't know Young Master Feng wouldn't be able to do business." Zheng Dongliu led Feng Feiyun to the inner hall, prepared a pot of good tea, and acted very familiar.

Feng Feiyun didn't hesitate to sit down, smiling, "Manager, you're exaggerating. Others might not be able to do business, but the Silver Hook Shop certainly can."

The Silver Hook Shop was backed by the Silver Hook Family, one of the four major families of the Divine Ascension Dynasty, not to be trifled with.

Feng Feiyun was naturally not foolish enough to challenge the Silver Hook Family; he didn't have the strength to do so yet.

From the moment Feng Feiyun entered, Zheng Dongliu had been observing this legendary young master of Lingzhou City. However, Feng Feiyun's impression was completely different from what he had imagined.

This Young Master Feng didn't seem like a fool!

Zheng Dongliu laughed and asked, "Young Master Feng, you don't visit without a reason. What brings you to the Silver Hook Shop today?"

"Weapons. I want the best weapons in your shop." Feng Feiyun said.

Zheng Dongliu replied, "Weapons come in twenty-eight categories: swords, knives, rings, hooks, spears, and so on. Which one are you interested in, Young Master Feng?"

"Knives!" Feng Feiyun said.

"Knives come in thirty-four categories: horse-cutting knives, willow-leaf knives, broad knives, goose feather knives, large ring knives, tiger-tooth knives, and so on. Which one are you interested in?" Zheng Dongliu was clearly a shrewd businessman, extremely familiar with all the products, or he wouldn't be the manager of the Silver Hook Shop.

"Heavy knives!" Feng Feiyun said.

Zheng Dongliu was surprised. This Young Master Feng looked like someone who couldn't even lift a chicken, let alone a heavy knife.

Although he was full of questions, Zheng Dongliu, being a shrewd businessman, knew when to keep his mouth shut and didn't voice his doubts.

"Heavy knives, the lightest ones weigh eighty-nine pounds and are divided into three grades: fine iron knives, treasure knives, and spirit knives. I believe a fine iron knife wouldn't meet Young Master Feng's standards. Currently, the Silver Hook Shop has two excellent heavy treasure knives available for you to choose from." Zheng Dongliu said.

Weapons are divided into three grades: ordinary weapons, treasure weapons, and spirit weapons.

Excellent ordinary weapons are made of fine iron and can cut through iron ingots without damaging the blade.

However, even the lowest-grade treasure weapon can easily cut through the best ordinary weapon, being extremely durable and made from special metals and materials, making them very precious.

As for spirit weapons, which are even rarer, each one is a powerful divine weapon. Even ten cities couldn't be exchanged for one. The Silver Hook Shop in Lingzhou City currently has no spirit weapons; they can only be found in the main shop of the Silver Hook Family.

Zheng Dongliu led Feng Feiyun to the fifth floor of the Silver Hook Shop!

The higher the floor, the better the quality of the weapons, and the more stringent the security.

The first heavy treasure knife was carried up by two guards. It was entirely black, with a blade two meters long and as wide as a door, the back of the blade half a palm thick, engraved with beast patterns, and emitting a cold aura, like a war knife made of ice.

This was real coldness, making people shiver.

"This treasure knife is called the Savage Tooth. It weighs 342 pounds and is made of deep-sea black iron. Its blade is icy cold, and it can instantly freeze a person's blood when it cuts through their neck, so it doesn't get stained with blood after killing."

Zheng Dongliu poured a bucket of water onto the blade, and it immediately hissed, freezing into a layer of ice before it could drip off.

"This knife costs 3,000 gold coins."

One gold coin = 100 silver coins = 10,000 copper coins.

One gold coin is enough for an ordinary family to live for a year, so 3,000 gold coins is a huge sum, an astronomical figure to ordinary people.

"Good knife!" Feng Feiyun clapped, then shook his head, "Unfortunately, this knife is too large. Do you have a smaller heavy knife?"

Feng Feiyun didn't mention the price of the knife, clearly indicating that 3,000 gold coins were no problem for him.

"There is one!"

Zheng Dongliu ordered the second treasure knife to be brought up.

This second knife was about three feet long, with a blade as wide as the back of a hand, a deep red color, and a texture that felt warm to the touch.

The blade looked simple and unadorned, with a rough edge and several notches, lacking the refinement of a treasure knife.

Zheng Dongliu sighed, "This knife is called the Crimson Dragon. Its material is quite special, and it has been identified as containing nine rare types of iron. Despite being only three feet long, it weighs 240 pounds, which is quite surprising."

Upon seeing this knife, Feng Feiyun's eyes lit up, and he stood up, gently touching the blade, feeling a great joy. According to his intuition, this knife, though it looked inferior, had at least ten times the power of the previous one.

He could feel the flow of spiritual energy within the knife, a subtle sensation that only he could detect.

"This is a spirit weapon, but its blade is broken, and most of the spiritual energy has been lost, so no one can recognize it as a spirit weapon."

Feng Feiyun's fingers touched the broken part, making this judgment.

Although it was a broken spirit weapon, its power was still unmatched by ordinary treasure weapons.

Feng Feiyun withdrew his hand without showing any emotion, nodded, and said, "This knife seems to suit me. Manager Zheng, how much does it cost?"

"5,000 gold coins." Zheng Dongliu knew the knife was extraordinary but wasn't sure why, so he was still hesitant after giving the price, glancing at Feng Feiyun.

This broken knife was a spirit weapon, worth more than 50,000 gold coins. Feng Feiyun inwardly smiled at Zheng Dongliu's lack of knowledge but showed a doubtful expression, frowning, "Manager Zheng, you're trying to rip me off! 5,000 gold coins could buy me 5,000 top-tier beauties. A broken knife for 5,000 gold coins? That's highway robbery!"

Zheng Dongliu laughed, "Then how much do you think is appropriate, Young Master Feng?"

"3,000 gold coins." Feng Feiyun said.

"Fine, it's a deal." Zheng Dongliu agreed immediately, his face beaming with joy. 3,000 gold coins was already twice his estimated price.

Seeing Zheng Dongli agree so quickly, Feng Feiyun inwardly sighed, thinking he had overpaid, but 3,000 gold coins for a broken spirit weapon was still a great deal.

Zheng Dongliu was even more delighted, even giving a fine iron scabbard with intricate carvings as a gift.

"Young Master Feng, shall I have someone deliver this knife to your residence?"

The Crimson Dragon knife weighed 240 pounds, and Zheng Dongliu naturally didn't think Feng Feiyun could carry it, so he asked.

"No need."

After paying with a gold note, Feng Feiyun took the Crimson Dragon knife, held it in his arms, and turned to leave.

Zheng Dongliu watched him walk down the stairs, stunned. After a long while, he muttered, "Strange, strange. The legendary fool is actually a master. Interesting, interesting. I should sell this news to Feng Suiyu; it will surely fetch a good price."

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"Young Master, is this the knife you bought?"

The two servants waiting outside the Silver Hook Shop greeted Feng Feiyun as he came out.

"Just a broken knife, nothing to see." Feng Feiyun smiled and nodded, then walked out.

Feng Ping and Feng An hurriedly followed, asking, "Young Master, where are we going?"

"For tea!"

"The best teahouse in Lingzhou City is Bamboo Tip Pavilion, and the oldest is Clear Water Terrace. Which one do you want to go to, Young Master?"

Feng Feiyun smiled but didn't answer, walking quickly through the ancient streets. Even with a 240-pound knife in his arms, he moved swiftly, leaving the two servants panting.

Now that his cultivation had reached the initial stage of Spirit Induction, with a stream of spiritual energy in his dantian, Feng Feiyun felt better than ever.

After passing through three main streets, Feng Feiyun stopped at a simple and remote alley entrance.

At the alley entrance was an old open-air teahouse, with a thatched roof and five old tables. A wooden board with the word "tea" written in charcoal stood next to one of the tables.

Feng Ping and Feng An, out of breath, caught up to Feng Feiyun, standing behind him and looking at the teahouse, their expressions showing realization.

"Turns out Young Master isn't here for tea, but for the Luo family's young lady." Feng Ping laughed.

"Last time, Young Master was soft-hearted and let her go. This time, she can't escape, hahaha!" Feng An laughed even more lasciviously.

This teahouse was run by Luo Yuer and her grandfather, Luo Lao Han.

Feng Feiyun was not a bully, and he had no intention of harming Luo Yuer. He just wanted to check on the old man's injuries. The old man and his granddaughter were alone and helpless, and he felt responsible for the injuries inflicted by his servants.

Sending them some money would help improve their lives.

Feng Feiyun looked into the teahouse and saw Luo Yuer, a petite and graceful young woman, brewing tea, like a little sister next door.

A gentle breeze blew, and her blue headband fell, her black hair cascading like a waterfall.

The breeze also blew away the steam, and the aroma of tea filled the ancient street.

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