Chapter 7

Not far from the Jing family residence, there was a market district. This market district was known as the Western District Market in Donglin City, controlled by the Jing family, and was essentially one of the Jing family's assets.

Donglin City had a total of four market districts: the Eastern District Market, the Western District Market, the Southern District Market, and the Northern District Market. Each of these four market districts was controlled by one of four families, which were collectively known as the Four Major Families of Donglin City. The Jing family was one of these four major families.

Jing Yan left the Jing family residence and quickly entered the market district. He tried to avoid crowded areas and took small paths, so he did not attract much attention. Moreover, the number of martial artists in the market district was very high, and even if the Jing family members wanted to recognize Jing Yan at a glance, they would need very keen eyesight.

"Brilliant Weapon Shop!"

Jing Yan finally stopped outside a weapon shop. Although the name of the shop was grand, it was actually a very inconspicuous weapon shop in the market district. Moreover, the location of the weapon shop was quite remote, and almost no martial artists would come here.

The business of the weapon shop was clearly not very good, as evidenced by the fact that there were no customers in the shop when Jing Yan entered.

Inside the counter, there was a middle-aged man with a full beard, looking very rugged.

"Uncle Chenxing!"

Jing Yan smiled and greeted the middle-aged man behind the counter.

Of course, Jing Yan knew this man, not only knew him but was also very familiar with him.

The middle-aged man's name was Jing Chenxing, and he was also a member of the Jing family. Jing Yan remembered that when he was a child, Jing Chenxing often held him in his arms. Most of Jing Yan's memories of his father came from Jing Chenxing's mouth. According to Jing Chenxing, he and Jing Yan's father had a very good relationship.

Jing Yan did not have many memories of his father, as his father had disappeared when he was very young. The family had searched for a long time but ultimately found no trace of his father. After his father's disappearance, Jing Yan grew up under the care of Jing Chenxing.

Jing Chenxing was also a martial artist with very high talent. However, a few years ago, Jing Chenxing suffered a severe injury, and although he survived, he lost one of his legs.

Since then, Jing Chenxing opened a weapon shop in the market district and became a blacksmith.

"Jing Yan, why have you come?" Jing Chenxing's face immediately lit up with a warm smile when he saw Jing Yan, clearly showing genuine joy.

Seeing Jing Chenxing's expression, Jing Yan felt a bitter taste in his heart. He felt uncomfortable because, after his talent was discovered, he had been like the moon in a constellation of stars in the Jing family, with countless people surrounding him. However, he had rarely visited Uncle Chenxing.

Now, when he thought about it, Jing Yan really felt ashamed of himself.

With a light sigh, Jing Yan's eyes became slightly moist.

"Little guy, come over and let Uncle take a look. You've grown taller again." Jing Chenxing, leaning on a cane, walked out from behind the counter.

Jing Chenxing also knew that Jing Yan's realm had continuously declined, almost turning him from a genius into a waste. However, his attitude towards Jing Yan did not become cold because of this.

"Uncle Chenxing, your business isn't doing well, is it?" Jing Yan asked as he walked up to Jing Chenxing.

"Hehe, indeed, it's not doing well, but it's still manageable. I won't starve. In my current state, if the business were too good, I probably wouldn't be able to handle it." Jing Chenxing waved his hand indifferently.

"Jing Yan, did you come to see me for something? Oh, right, you need spirit stones for cultivation, right? Wait, I'll get some for you." Jing Chenxing said, about to head back to the counter.

Actually, Jing Chenxing did not have many spirit stones. Since his severe injury, he had almost reached the end of his martial path. Otherwise, he would not be running this ordinary weapon shop. This shop was unlikely to bring Jing Chenxing much profit, and even if he had some spirit stones, they would not be many, and they had been accumulated over time.

"Uncle Chenxing, don't bother." Jing Yan extended his hand to stop Jing Chenxing's movement.

Jing Chenxing looked at Jing Yan with some confusion.

"Uncle Chenxing, I do have something to ask you, but I don't need spirit stones. I plan to enter the Blackstone Mountains to hunt spirit beasts, so I need a weapon. My previous weapon has been taken back by the family." Jing Yan said.

"What? You want to enter the Blackstone Mountains?" Jing Chenxing was slightly stunned by Jing Yan's words and then immediately shook his head, "No, it's too dangerous. Jing Yan, if your martial realm hadn't declined, I wouldn't have stopped you from entering the Blackstone Mountains for training. But now, you absolutely cannot enter the Blackstone Mountains."

Jing Chenxing said this with firm determination.

His injury had been brought back from the Blackstone Mountains.

The Blackstone Mountains were the vast mountain range to the west of Donglin City, hiding many extremely powerful spirit beasts. Even martial artists at the innate realm dared not venture too deep into these mountains.

Given that Jing Yan's realm had fallen to the third level of the martial path, Jing Chenxing was naturally not at ease with Jing Yan entering the mountains to hunt spirit beasts.

"Uncle Chenxing, I have thought it through. I won't risk my life. Don't worry, I will only stay in the outer areas of the mountains. If I encounter a spirit beast I can't handle, I will definitely avoid it. Uncle, you don't want me to sink into despair, do you? I am not willing to give up either!" Jing Yan said firmly.

Jing Chenxing gazed at Jing Yan, and after hearing his words, he pondered for a moment.

Finally, he slowly nodded, "Jing Yan, I am glad to see your determination. Alright, I will give you a weapon, but remember what you said and be very careful."

"Yes!" Jing Yan's face lit up with a smile as he responded.

"Jing Yan, take this longsword." Jing Chenxing took a black longsword from a wooden box.

When Jing Yan saw the sword, his breathing slightly paused.

It wasn't because the sword was particularly good, but because this sword had always been Jing Chenxing's personal weapon. The longsword was called the Flowing Light Sword, and Jing Yan knew the significance of this sword to Jing Chenxing. Now, Jing Chenxing was giving it to him.

"Take it." Jing Chenxing, seeing that Jing Yan had not reacted for a long time, raised his voice and said.

"Uncle Chenxing..." Jing Yan was still unsure whether he should accept the Flowing Light Sword.

"Jing Yan, it is of no use to me anymore. In your hands, it will have greater value." Jing Chenxing smiled and said to Jing Yan.

Jing Yan extended both hands and took the Flowing Light Sword.

The Flowing Light Sword was a high-quality weapon. In terms of quality, it was certainly not as good as the supreme weapon Jing Yan had once possessed, but for the current Jing Yan, using this high-quality weapon was more than sufficient. Of course, the value of a high-quality weapon was also considerable, and within the Jing family, only some senior martial artists had the privilege to use high-quality weapons.