Illusion at Grandmaster Level, Visitors from the Fallen Cloud Sect

"The Profound Flame Sword. A mass-produced Low-Grade Magic Treasure Flying Sword. Damaged array patterns, internal cracks... Five thousand Spirit Stones. Collect it in three days."

Inside a quiet reception room.

An old Daoist and a young one were examining a broad sword.

At Hu Yanzhuo's quote, Luo Chen opened his mouth, then shook his head helplessly.

The Profound Flame Sword was worth thirty or forty thousand Spirit Stones at most, yet repairing it would cost five thousand!

It felt like buying a phone for three or four thousand in his previous life, only to be charged eight or nine hundred for a new screen.

Someone with a little money to spare might simply skip the repair and buy a new phone.

But a Magic Treasure could not be treated that way.

Luo Chen had poured enormous time and effort into refining the Profound Flame Sword. He could not simply replace it.

Fine. Repair it!

Luo Chen smacked his lips and took out a disk.

"Master, could you look at this Magic Treasure too? Can it be repaired?"

Hu Yanzhuo's gaze settled on the disk. "Activate it a little."

"Mm."

Luo Chen channeled Mana into it. The disk clicked and clattered, and Crescent Moon Flying Wheels drifted out one after another, their sharpness seemingly capable of slicing through the void.

"You've refined it well!"

Hu Yanzhuo tossed out the compliment, then picked up several small flying wheels.

"You fought a Third-Order Demon Beast, didn't you?"

"Mm."

"Signs of Demon Power erosion... Oh, Nether Turbid Liquid corroded it too. It doesn't look serious, but handle it improperly and this Magic Treasure will be scrap after another two or three uses."

Luo Chen froze. "Is it that serious? I already used an antidote to remove the Nether Turbid Liquid's effects."

Hu Yanzhuo scoffed