The larger the transaction amount, the higher the commission. He rushed out of the Treasure Pavilion with a gleeful face, and soon returned with two old men. "Shopkeeper Wu, what happened to call us here?"
one of the grey-robed old men asked curiously. "Let's go upstairs, you'll see when you get there." Shopkeeper Wu eagerly pulled the two upstairs.
At the same time. Across the street at the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion, Shopkeeper Chen, who had been closely watching the Treasure Pavilion, suddenly frowned. After that kid entered the Treasure Pavilion, not only was he not kicked out, but he was taken to the second floor by Shopkeeper Wu of the Treasure Pavilion.
Not long after, a waiter from the Treasure Pavilion hurried to invite two masters from the Treasure Pavilion who were resting at home. He vaguely sensed that something was not simple. Could it be that the kid really had a big deal of a hundred thousand spirit stones?
Thinking of this. His expression darkened. ...Treasure Pavilion.
Second floor. Private room. After Shopkeeper Wu led the two masters into the private room, the masters, who were originally full of doubt, were also shocked by the mountain of materials piled up in the room.
"This, this, this..." "These are the sharp claws, teeth, and fur of the Scorpion Tiger..." "The skin of the Tier 2 High-level Demonic Beast Lightning Lizard is so well preserved, and there are bones too.
The Lightning Lizard is a lightning-attributed demonic beast, and its bones are a rare spirit medicine..." "Tier 2 Mid-level Demonic Beast Shadow Chasing Wolf, wolf fur, wolf claws, teeth, demonic cores..." "Lightning Ape's demonic cores, fur, and claws, heavens, so much..."
"These are materials from the Crimson Blood Tiger?" "And this..." Shopkeeper Wu and the two masters identified them one by one.
It took a full half an hour. The mountain of demonic beast materials was finally sorted and identified one by one. Xǔ Chén said, "Old Wu, please help me calculate the total value of these materials?"
Shopkeeper Wu recovered from his excitement and calmly priced them with the two masters in front of Xǔ Chén, and finally gave a quote of 32,860 spirit stones. "Young friend, it's 32,860 spirit stones in total. How about this, I'll make the decision and give you 33,000 spirit stones, what do you say?"
Shopkeeper Wu asked nervously. It was the final step. He was actually getting nervous.
He was worried that Xǔ Chén would regret it and not sell the materials to their Treasure Pavilion. "Okay." Xǔ Chén had no objections and nodded.
The price given by the Treasure Pavilion was very fair. They didn't deliberately suppress the price because he was young. Seeing that Xǔ Chén agreed, Shopkeeper Wu was overjoyed and said impatiently, "Young friend, wait here, I'll go and get the spirit stones for you."
"Wait." Xǔ Chén stopped Shopkeeper Wu as he was about to leave. Shopkeeper Wu's heart skipped a beat.
Had Xǔ Chén changed his mind? "I have some more things here." Xǔ Chén's words eased Shopkeeper Wu's mind, but then his eyes widened.
What? There's more? The three old men exchanged glances, unable to believe it.
Xǔ Chén looked around the room and said, "The room is too small." The hundred-square-meter room was half-occupied by demonic beast materials, leaving only a small space, not enough. This sentence petrified the three old men.
They were stunned for a long time. Shopkeeper Wu was the first to recover. He didn't believe Xǔ Chén was lying.
Suppressing his surging joy, he opened the door and said, "Young friend, please come to the next room." The four of them moved to an even larger room next door. Xǔ Chén estimated that it should be barely enough.
With a thought, a large number of weapons, spirit medicines, spirit pills, precious metals, martial arts, and treasures were taken out by him, piled into small mountains. What Xǔ Chén took out were all resources useless to him. Although the level of the resources was not high, they were abundant.
Shopkeeper Wu and the other two masters stared as Xǔ Chén waved his hand, and a pile of resources appeared in the room, their breathing seizing. Shocked. Overjoyed.
Looking at the various resources filling more than half of the room, the three suddenly felt overwhelmed. Not enough manpower. Shopkeeper Wu quickly rushed out of the room and found a waiter, asking him to call all the masters in the Treasure Pavilion.
Not long after. Eleven people, including Shopkeeper Wu, began to sort the mixed pile of resources. Weapons in one pile, spirit medicines in another, spirit pills in another, martial arts in another, and precious metals and treasures in another.
They were divided into five piles. Then, they began to count and price them one pile at a time. It took the eleven of them an hour to finish.
Shopkeeper Wu looked at the summary slip in his hand, his mouth slightly agape in surprise. "Young friend, it's 149,780 spirit stones in total. I'll make the decision to round it up to 150,000 spirit stones.
Combined with the previous 33,000 spirit stones, the total resources you sold today are 183,000." Shopkeeper Wu said with a fawning smile. Xǔ Chén had no objections.
Shopkeeper Wu said, "Young friend, do you need to buy anything? Spirit medicines, spirit pills, martial arts, our shop has everything. As long as you want it, our shop will definitely satisfy your needs."
Xǔ Chén asked curiously, "Do you have spirit artifacts in your shop?" He wanted to gauge the influence of the Treasure Pavilion. Shopkeeper Wu's smile faltered, "Spirit artifacts?
We don't have any at the moment. If you sincerely want one, I can apply to the higher-ups to fulfill your needs, but the price of spirit artifacts is a bit high..." Xǔ Chén laughed and waved his hand, "Just kidding.
Spirit artifacts often cost millions of spirit stones, I can't afford it, I can't afford it." Shopkeeper Wu continued to ask, "Do you need any other resources, young friend?" "Not for now," Xǔ Chén said.
Shopkeeper Wu was slightly disappointed. "Young friend, please wait here for a moment, I'll go get the spirit stones for you." Shopkeeper Wu said, then took his leave.
Not long after, he returned and handed Xǔ Chén a storage ring. After taking the storage ring, Xǔ Chén injected a trace of spiritual energy into it. A moment later, he cupped his fists at Shopkeeper Wu and prepared to leave.
"Young friend, wait a moment." Shopkeeper Wu suddenly called out to Xǔ Chén. Xǔ Chén turned his head in confusion and looked at Shopkeeper Wu.
Shopkeeper Wu took out a gilded card, "Young friend, this is the gold card of our Treasure Pavilion, given only to major customers. With this gold card, you can enjoy an 8.5% discount on consumption in the Treasure Pavilion." Xǔ Chén's eyes lit up.
A 15% discount. Not bad. He accepted the gold card without hesitation.
Shopkeeper Wu then took out an invitation letter and said, "In half a year, the Treasure Pavilion will hold a triennial auction in Taishang Kingdom. Only those holding an invitation letter can participate." Xǔ Chén, who took the invitation letter, had no idea how many martial artists dreamed of obtaining it.
After Xǔ Chén left, an old man looked at Shopkeeper Wu and asked in confusion, "Old Wu, young friend Xǔ Chén sold 180,000 worth of resources to our Treasure Pavilion at once, making him a major customer. But you not only gave him a gold card, which is usually only given to customers who spend millions of spirit stones, but also an invitation to the auction. Aren't you overestimating him?"
"Don't you see? Young friend Xǔ Chén is not simple. The demonic beast materials he sold us are fresh, meaning they were cut from the demonic beasts not long ago.
If I'm not mistaken, he hunted most of those beasts alone. Among them were materials from the Crimson Blood Tiger." "Besides that, the resources he sold us, so many, martial arts, weapons, spirit medicines, spirit pills...
It's like the accumulation of a family. He must have destroyed a martial artist family." "Also, when he asked me if the Treasure Pavilion had spirit artifacts, his tone was calm, and there was no desire in his eyes.
I guess he must have spirit artifacts himself, which is why he was so calm and steady when talking about them." Shopkeeper Wu explained one by one. "A seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, with the strength to destroy a family and kill a Crimson Blood Tiger, tell me, should I spare no effort to win him over?"
Chapter 37 Sword Drawing Technique, Wind Shadow Steps Spiritual Treasure Pavilion. A guard rushed upstairs. "Shopkeeper, we have inquired clearly, that young man had a big business with the Treasure Pavilion..."
After hearing the guard's report, Shopkeeper Chen suddenly stood up. "What did you say?" He stared at the panting guard in disbelief, "That kid sold nearly 200,000 spirit stones worth of resources to the Treasure Pavilion in one go?"
200,000 spirit stones worth of resources. What kind of concept is that? The Spiritual Treasure Pavilion's monthly turnover is not even that much.
Did he miss out on a big deal? If, if only he hadn't chased that young man away... There are no 'ifs'.
What's missed is missed. It felt like being stabbed by a knife. The fat meat that was almost in his mouth had flown away.
"Damn waiter." He shifted all the blame to the waiter. If it weren't for the waiter's snobbishness, how could he have missed it?
Now that it had happened, it wasn't the time for regret. Nor was it the time to hold the waiter accountable. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at the guard and suddenly asked, "Did that kid leave alone?"
"Yes, he left alone, and he's already out of the city." the guard said. "No guilt for having wealth, but for possessing it!"
Shopkeeper Chen sneered, "The shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion is truly stupid. He let go of a big fish. Go, gather your men, and follow me out of the city."
The guard's eyes lit up, understanding Shopkeeper Chen's intentions, and he quickly went to gather his men. A moment later. A group of people, led by Shopkeeper Chen, majestically left the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion and headed out of the city.
The commotion caused by the large number of people from the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion leaving naturally did not escape the notice of the Treasure Pavilion opposite. Shopkeeper Wu stood on the second floor, watching the receding group, and shook his head, "The Spiritual Treasure Pavilion is probably going to kick a steel plate this time." Xǔ Chén dared to enter the city alone with a large amount of resources to sell, so he naturally had his reliance.
The Spiritual Treasure Pavilion thought Xǔ Chén was young and easy to bully, but they didn't know they were courting death. After leaving the city, Shopkeeper Chen and his group stirred up their movement techniques and sped like the wind. Soon, he saw the back of a young man in the distance.
His heart rejoiced. He had finally caught up. He could almost see a large amount of spirit stones beckoning to him.
Xǔ Chén, who was traveling at a leisurely pace, extended his senses to the fullest and suddenly felt something. A cold smile appeared on his lips. He had waited long enough.
They had finally arrived. Recalling being made difficult in the Treasure Pavilion, a chilling killing intent flowed in his eyes. He appropriately increased his speed, heading towards a sparsely populated area.
"We can't let him escape, chase quickly." Shopkeeper Chen saw Xǔ Chén suddenly accelerate and thought the latter was trying to escape. He also sped up his pursuit.
A vast open space, sparsely populated. Xǔ Chén suddenly stopped. "The scenery here is nice, suitable for killing people!"
He slowly turned around, looking at the approaching group with a half-smile. "Hmm?! He actually stopped?
Does he know we're tracking him?" Shopkeeper Chen saw Xǔ Chén stop suddenly and thought so, but as he got closer and saw the half-smile on the young man's face, he felt an inexplicable unease. He had a feeling that the other party seemed to be deliberately luring him here.
So what if it was deliberate? He's just a teenager. Could he be their opponent?
After all, this is a world where martial arts are paramount. Might makes right. "Shopkeeper Chen, I already compensated you with spirit stones for the items I broke in your Spiritual Treasure Pavilion.
You chased me from the city to the outskirts without regard for your efforts, what for?" Xǔ Chén asked Shopkeeper Chen with a half-smile. Shopkeeper Chen sneered, "Kid, the damage you caused, including a Earth-tier spirit pill, the spirit stones you compensated were not enough, so..."
"So what? You want me to compensate for the loss of the spirit pill? How much?"
Xǔ Chén asked playfully. Shopkeeper Chen frowned at Xǔ Chén's smug look, his unease growing stronger. He snorted coldly and said, "Not much, two hundred thousand spirit stones."
"You really dare to ask for it." Xǔ Chén's face grew cold, "You might as well just rob me." "Debts must be paid, it's only right.
Since you refuse to pay, don't blame me for taking action myself." Shopkeeper Chen waved his hand, "Take him down, dead or alive!" "So you want to kill and rob."
Xǔ Chén shook his head, "In that case, I don't need to hold back anymore." Xǔ Chén coldly smiled, and the Azure Ghost Sword appeared in his hand. "This place of green hills and clear waters is wasted on burying you lot."
As the last word fell, the Azure Ghost Sword screeched as it was unsheathed. With Xǔ Chén's swing, a thick sword energy slashed towards Shopkeeper Chen and his group. "Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!!!"
Blood splattered. None of Shopkeeper Chen's group survived. They were all cut in half by a single sword, their bodies splitting from the abdomen and scattering on the ground.
Shopkeeper Chen, astonishingly, did not die immediately. His face was filled with horror. His hands, stained with blood, desperately clawed forward as if trying to grasp a lifeline.
Leaving a blood trail seven or eight meters long on the ground, he finally died in agony, his eyes wide open, unwilling to close. Xǔ Chén walked up to Shopkeeper Chen and said, "In your next life, keep your eyes open. Not everyone can be provoked."
He collected the latter's storage ring, cleaned up the battlefield, and then leaped out with a tap of his foot. With a few swift movements, he had disappeared into the sky. Shortly after Xǔ Chén left, a group of people arrived.
Looking at the more than a dozen corpses cut in half, the newcomers exchanged glances. ...Xǔ Chén returned to the sect and cultivated in silence, not alarming anyone else. Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The day after returning to the sect, he used the large amount of spirit stones in his hand to further improve his cultivation, breaking through to the seventh level of the Condensation Qi Realm. Afterwards, he deliberately slowed down his cultivation speed, focusing on sword arts and martial arts. Mountain Splitting Palm!
A Black-tier Low-grade Martial Art. He obtained it from the Zhao Family's martial arts repository. After practicing for many days, he finally achieved initial mastery.
After mastering the Mountain Splitting Palm, Xǔ Chén still felt that his offensive methods were too singular. For example, he had not yet practiced movement techniques and had suffered a lot in battles. There was also the issue of his sword techniques being too singular.
To this day, he had only mastered the first stance of the Primordial Sword Art, Moving Mountains. However, since Moving Mountains was one of his trump cards, he couldn't use it too frequently. Therefore, he decided to enter the Azure Spirit Sect's Martial Arts Pavilion to find some suitable martial arts.
...After finishing his practice, he changed into clean clothes and Xǔ Chén hurried to the Martial Arts Pavilion. "Xǔ Chén!" A voice suddenly called out.
Xǔ Chén stopped and looked for the source of the sound. Then, he saw a young man with a grim expression. Seeing the unfamiliar face, Xǔ Chén frowned.
He didn't recognize the other person at all. However, judging by his appearance, the other party harbored considerable hostility towards him. He didn't know when he had offended him.
"You're quite arrogant, daring to kill someone from my Chen family." The young man was named Chén Fēng, a disciple of the Chen family, one of the Eight Great Families. A few days ago, he learned that the Shopkeeper Chen sent by his family to the Spiritual Treasure Pavilion in Changfeng City had been killed, and the perpetrator, after investigation, was Xǔ Chén, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Azure Spirit Sect.
Xǔ Chén thoughtfully nodded. He had already guessed that the person opposite was likely a disciple of the Chen family. Xǔ Chén responded coldly, "The other party wanted to kill me and rob me.
I couldn't just tie my hands and let them slaughter me, could I?" Chén Fēng was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Xǔ Chén to dare to speak to him in such a tone, "You, very good, you dare to argue with me. Now that you are within the sect and protected by it, I cannot kill you, but I will keep an eye on you.
I hope you don't give me a chance to kill you." "You won't have that chance." After saying that, Xǔ Chén ignored Chén Fēng and entered the Martial Arts Pavilion directly.
Watching Xǔ Chén's retreating back into the Martial Arts Pavilion, Chén Fēng muttered to himself, "He's really young and impetuous. He thinks that by defeating Xiāo Gēng, that trash, he can run rampant in the inner sect. How ridiculous."
After entering the Martial Arts Pavilion, Xǔ Chén headed straight for the second floor. The first floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion mostly contained Yellow-tier martial arts, and it was mainly frequented by Outer Sect Disciples. The second floor, however, was not open to Outer Sect Disciples; only disciples of the Inner Sect or higher could enter.
Upon entering the second floor, before he even began to choose martial arts, another voice came from behind him. "Xǔ Chén, you're doomed for offending Chén Fēng!" Xǔ Chén turned around and saw that the speaker was an acquaintance, Sū Yuè.
Sū Yuè stood with his arms crossed, looking at Xǔ Chén with schadenfreude. Xǔ Chén had beaten him, and since he was no match for Xǔ Chén, he complained to his aunt, who was an Elder of the Inner Sect. Not only did his aunt not support him, but she also beat him up and sternly warned him not to cause trouble for Xǔ Chén again.
He had been afraid of his aunt since childhood and dared not disobey her. Therefore, he decided to let Xǔ Chén off the hook. However, just now, he overheard Xǔ Chén's conversation with Chén Fēng and learned that there was an irreconcilable grievance between them.
Xǔ Chén glanced at Sū Yuè, uninterested in him, and was too lazy to bother. He turned to continue choosing martial arts. Seeing that Xǔ Chén was ignoring him, Sū Yuè felt like he had punched cotton with all his might.
He took two quick steps, caught up, and emphasized loudly, "I'm telling you, you're in big trouble, don't you know?" Xǔ Chén glanced at Sū Yuè and said flatly, "Does it have anything to do with you?" Sū Yuè was so angry that his chest ached.
He had wanted to scare Xǔ Chén, but unexpectedly, the latter was completely unfazed, leaving him in an awkward position, not knowing whether to stay or go. He took a deep breath, "You might not know yet, but Chén Fēng is a direct descendant of the Chen family, with a cultivation of ninth level of the Condensation Qi Realm. Within the inner sect, his strength is among the top twenty.
He is cunning and treacherous, resorting to any means to achieve his goals. If you are targeted by him, how can you possibly have a good outcome?" He gave Xǔ Chén this information about Chén Fēng, trying to see Xǔ Chén's panicked expression.
But he was still disappointed. Xǔ Chén was indifferent. There was no change in his expression.
Finally, Sū Yuè left dejectedly. Xǔ Chén's ears were finally quiet, and he began to fully concentrate on choosing martial arts. The Azure Spirit Sect, as one of the five major sects below the Taishang Kingdom, had tens of thousands of books.
Looking up, the dazzling array of martial arts made Xǔ Chén's eyes blur. "Willow Leaf Plucking Flower, Gentle Wind Sword Art, Thunder Fire Sword Art, Black Tiger Saber Technique, Sea Overturning Hand... Mountain Collapsing Fist, Seven Wounds Fist, Void Piercing Finger...
Meteor Leg, Limitless Leg..." Xǔ Chén picked up and put down. These martial arts were either not to his liking, too low-level, or not suitable for him.
After half a day, he hadn't found a single martial art that satisfied him. He closed his eyes, rested for a moment, and then began to search again. "Gentle Wind Sword Art, Yellow-tier High-grade Martial Art, sword as gentle as the wind..."
Xǔ Chén's gaze paused slightly on this martial art, but he still put it down. The Gentle Wind Sword Art followed a path of lightness and elegance, which did not suit his temperament, and Yellow-tier High-grade Martial Art was too low. He picked up another martial art.
He opened it and saw: "Sword Drawing Technique" Black-tier Low-grade Martial Art! Drawing the sword like lightning! One strike kills!
Unlike other martial arts that have multiple moves, Sword Drawing Technique has only one move, one action: draw the sword, kill! The power is strongest the moment the sword is drawn. Xǔ Chén's eyes lit up after reading the introduction to Sword Drawing Technique.
"This is it!" After putting away "Sword Drawing Technique", Xǔ Chén began to choose movement techniques and finally selected a Yellow-tier High-grade movement technique, "Wind Shadow Steps". Greed leads to waste.
Xǔ Chén only chose "Sword Drawing Technique" and "Wind Shadow Steps". After registering them, he left the Martial Arts Pavilion. Back at his residence, he locked the courtyard gate and returned to his room.
He lay directly on the bed. Eyes slightly closed. The next moment, he appeared inside the Heavenly Emperor Hall.
His consciousness entered the Heavenly Emperor Hall, while his physical body remained in the outside world. "The Heavenly Emperor Hall is truly a magical place. Ten years here equals one day outside."
After much exploration and trial, Xǔ Chén discovered that time in the Heavenly Emperor Hall and the outside world was not consistent. Ten years passed in the Heavenly Emperor Hall, while only one day passed outside. With a thought, a long sword, identical to the Azure Ghost Sword, appeared in his hand.
The long sword was not the real Azure Ghost Sword, but a phantom conjured by his thoughts.