Chapter 42

The main hall of the Divine Armament Pavilion was grand and magnificent, with dazzling glass light enveloping the entire hall. Various levels of divine weapons and treasures were displayed at the counters.

The main hall of the Divine Armament Pavilion was extremely spacious, with three floors, and at least tens of thousands of people entered and exited daily.

At this moment, a young man in a white robe stepped into the main hall of the Divine Armament Pavilion. In his hand, he held a wine flask, and a faint smell of alcohol lingered around him.

"Drunk Immortal, are you here to seek treasures again? Why don't you come and take a look?" someone said with a smile, clearly a regular customer.

"Drunk Immortal, come on, let me see how much wine is left in your flask," another person joked.

The young man smiled at everyone and then walked toward the second floor of the Divine Armament Pavilion.

A wave of laughter spread through the crowd, and many people secretly sighed, thinking that there were very few young men as talented and amiable as Drunk Immortal nowadays.

Drunk Immortal was one of the Ten Outstanding Figures of the capital, with exceptional talent and astonishing sword skills. Although he rarely used his sword, everyone in the imperial city knew about it.

Drunk Immortal's sword skills were as good as his alcohol tolerance. It was said that someone once saw him dance with his sword while drunk, like a celestial being, thus earning him the beautiful name of Drunk Immortal. As for his real name, few people remembered it.

Drunk Immortal, who had extraordinary sword skills, had another hobby: collecting fine swords. Therefore, he often visited the Divine Armament Pavilion.

On the second floor of the Divine Armament Pavilion, Drunk Immortal walked straight to the sword section, where various sword handles were hung on the wall.

"Are you looking for new arrivals?" A beautiful attendant smiled at Drunk Immortal and then took down a few swords from the wall, handing them to him. "These are all newly forged swords, ranging from mid-grade to high-grade second rank."

Drunk Immortal examined each one and then smiled, saying, "I'll come back next time."

The attendant seemed used to it and did not try to persuade him. Just then, a sword boy brought three more swords and said, "Sister Sword Dance, these are the newly forged divine weapons. Here you go."

"Alright." Sword Dance took a look and then infused her primordial energy into them. She glanced at Drunk Immortal, who was looking her way, and said, "These three swords are all second rank, but not as good as the previous ones."

"Let me see." Drunk Immortal took a sip of wine and then took the three swords, testing each one. He shook his head and pointed to the leftmost sword, which looked quite ordinary, and asked, "How much do you sell this sword for?"

"A second-rank lower-grade sword, if you want it, you just need one second-layer star meteorite, and it's yours," Sword Dance smiled. The second-layer star meteorite she referred to was a standard-sized meteorite.

Star meteorites, which could be used for cultivation and even help martial destiny cultivators communicate with their martial destiny stars, were considered high-level currency on the continent. They were meteorites that fell from the stars, and their falls were irregular. Sometimes, a complete star meteorite could be an incredibly valuable star mine. After being polished and cut, they were made into standard sizes, which were known as star meteorites.

Primordial stones, which contained primordial energy, were also currency, but of a lower grade. The people who came to the Divine Armament Pavilion were all wealthy, and their transaction currency was generally star meteorites.

"Alright, I'll take it." Drunk Immortal smiled, took the sword, and then took out a star meteorite to hand over to her. This made Sword Dance pause for a moment; she thought Drunk Immortal was just joking, so she responded casually. However, a second-layer star meteorite was not cheap, and Drunk Immortal took it without hesitation, which made her feel a bit uneasy.

"Drunk Immortal, what kind of bargain did you get? Let me see." At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over, who was the second-floor overseer of the Divine Armament Pavilion.

"Old Chen, take a look." Drunk Immortal threw the sword to the overseer, Yang Chen.

Yang Chen took the sword, and his star primordial energy flowed into it. Gradually, his expression became particularly vivid. He looked at Sword Dance and asked, "Who sent this?"

"It was Guest Master Feng Ping who asked me to bring it. He wanted to sell it directly because he urgently needed star meteorites," the sword boy replied. Guest Master Feng Ping, an alchemist, received a commission for selling the divine weapons he forged.

"Drunk Immortal, you're ruthless." Yang Chen glared at Sword Dance and then turned to leave, heading to find Feng Ping.

"I'll go with you." Drunk Immortal, drinking wine, laughed and followed Yang Chen to the back courtyard of the Divine Armament Pavilion, where Feng Ping was.

Feng Ping clearly did not expect Yang Chen to come. As the second-floor overseer of the Divine Armament Pavilion, Yang Chen's status was extraordinary, far beyond what Feng Ping could compare to.

"Feng Ping, are these divine patterns on the sword carved by you?" Yang Chen pointed to the sword in Drunk Immortal's hand and asked.

Feng Ping's eyes flickered, and he replied, "They were carved by my master."

"Can I meet your master?" Yang Chen smiled.

"I'll ask my master." Feng Ping responded and then entered the alchemy hall to ask Qin Wentian's opinion. A moment later, Yang Chen saw two young men walk out, which made him pause.

"Elder Yang Chen, this is my master, Qin Wentian," Feng Ping introduced.

"Excellent, a genius emerges young. Master Qin, I am Yang Chen. Would you like to talk in a different place?" Yang Chen said to Qin Wentian, who nodded. He did not expect that the divine patterns he carved would attract an elder from the Divine Armament Pavilion, confirming his suspicion that the value of those divine patterns was extraordinary.

The group came to a pavilion by a lake in the inner courtyard of the Divine Armament Pavilion, where the scenery was elegant.

"Drunk Immortal, why are you still hanging around here?" Yang Chen glared at Drunk Immortal.

"Anyone who can forge a sword I like is my friend. I'm here to make friends," Drunk Immortal said, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Would you like a drink?" Drunk Immortal raised his wine flask and asked Qin Wentian.

"This guy is quite interesting," Qin Wentian laughed and shook his head.

"Master Qin, there are still some flaws in these divine patterns," Yang Chen said, getting to the point.

"They are not flaws, but rather, I have not fully comprehended them, so they appear to have some shortcomings," Qin Wentian replied.

"Can you sell these divine patterns to our Divine Armament Pavilion? You can name your price," Yang Chen finally stated his purpose. Qin Wentian looked at him and smiled, shaking his head. If he gave them to Yang Chen all at once, once the alchemists of the Divine Armament Pavilion understood them, his divine patterns would lose their value.

"Since that's the case, would you be willing to become a guest master of our Divine Armament Pavilion? I can apply for special privileges for you," Yang Chen added.

"I don't have time to stay at the Divine Armament Pavilion. Feng Ping being here is the same," Qin Wentian said, making Yang Chen frown. Then Qin Wentian said, "If Elder Yang has no other matters, I need to leave first."

"Master Qin, please wait." Yang Chen stopped Qin Wentian and then took out several star meteorites, their starlight contained vast star primordial energy, all from the second layer.

"Master Qin, don't rush to refuse. This is the price I'm paying for that sword," Yang Chen pointed to the sword in Drunk Immortal's hand. Qin Wentian looked at the star meteorites, feeling quite excited but still holding back. The people of the Divine Armament Pavilion were truly wealthy; in the past, a single star meteorite was a treasure in the Qin family.

The Qin family was too poor, with resources constantly being consumed.

Fan Le, standing beside him, squinted his eyes, his gaze bright with excitement. This was a windfall.

"Can the divine weapons Master Qin forges in the future be sold through our Divine Armament Pavilion? We will pay you half of the selling price, and of course, all the alchemy materials will be provided by our Divine Armament Pavilion. Additionally, if Master Qin does not want to become a guest master, I can upgrade Feng Ping's guest master status, allowing him to enjoy the resources of the Divine Armament Pavilion."

Yang Chen's words finally moved Qin Wentian. Selling the same item himself versus through the Divine Armament Pavilion could result in vastly different rewards. The Divine Armament Pavilion provided a huge platform.

Moreover, the alchemy materials would be provided by the other party, and the cooperation they proposed was already very sincere.

"I can't guarantee that I will often forge divine weapons," Qin Wentian said, looking at Yang Chen.

"Rarity makes things valuable. I will sell Master Qin's future masterpieces through auctions. Of course, we will not force Master Qin to forge a certain number of divine weapons; it will be up to his own discretion," Yang Chen said.

"I agree." Qin Wentian's face finally broke into a youthful smile, which made Yang Chen pause for a moment.

"Since that's the case, I won't be polite with these star meteorites." A glint of light flashed in Qin Wentian's eyes, and he unhesitatingly took the star meteorites.

"Boss, what about mine?" The fat man's eyes lit up, staring at Qin Wentian and directly calling him "boss."

Qin Wentian gave the fat man a disdainful look but still gave him a star meteorite. The fat man looked pitifully at the other star meteorites in Qin Wentian's hand but was ignored by Qin Wentian.

"Ha ha, Master Qin, come to the Divine Armament Pavilion more often when you have time. I will arrange a residence and an alchemy hall for Feng Ping. If you need any help, you can come directly to me!" Yang Chen stood up and laughed. These two young men were quite interesting.

"No problem." Qin Wentian smiled and then Yang Chen took his leave. Drunk Immortal looked at Qin Wentian and said, "Come find me when you want to drink."

After Yang Chen and Drunk Immortal left, Qin Wentian looked at the star meteorites in his hand and smiled. Now, he could finally challenge the star gate.

"Grandpa Qin, Father." Qin Wentian thought to himself, remembering that Grandpa Qin and his father were still in prison.

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