Possessing a Sharp Weapon, Killing Intent Arose! Please Follow!

"It could sell for five thousand because the workmanship on this dagger is exceptionally fine. Ordinary Yellow-grade low-tier weapons only go for around three thousand. The attributes of yours are matched perfectly, and the materials' properties have been brought out to the fullest. It vaguely reaches certain standards of a Yellow-grade intermediate weapon, so five thousand Gold Coins is the overall price I'd give it. Hehe, if you came across the right buyer and people drove up the bidding, seven or eight thousand wouldn't be impossible."

"Let me see... Mm, this Level One metal-element Magic Core is a little pricey, around five hundred Gold Coins. The Azure Gold Ore is fairly cheap; this small piece is only about three hundred Gold Coins. Including everything else, your costs come to just over a thousand. That's not bad. Compared to medicinal pills, low-tier weapons sell for less. Only once they reach the higher grades do weapons become more valuable than pills."

As an old hand who had traveled the world for many years, Mr. Yao not only estimated the value of this Water Pattern Gold Dagger, but also calculated Jiang Lin's costs. He might not have been able to estimate it for someone else, but Jiang Lin ate and lived off him, so he knew perfectly well what the boy had been doing outside.

As for why high-grade weapons were worth more than high-grade pills—

The reason was simple: while the neighbors stockpiled grain, I stockpiled guns. Then the neighbors became my granary.

It was just that high-grade weapons were rare in this world. The highest-grade ones were merely those Earth-grade weapon blanks, and none of them were complete products.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp." Hearing that a weapon forged by Jiang Lin could sell for five thousand Gold Coins, Xiao Yi Xian lowered her head and desperately wolfed down her food.

Damn it! I only earn twenty Gold Coins from seeing patients all morning! And only ten of those are even my wages!

"Hehe." Mr. Yao took in Xiao Yi Xian's little movements and could not help revealing a barely noticeable smile.

Xiao Yi Xian was good in every way, except that she was a little aloof by nature. Fortunately, ever since he had brought Jiang Lin here, the two little ones had been changing each other's personalities.

"Does Mr. Yao have any channels for selling it?" After finishing a bowl of rice, Jiang Lin picked up another chicken leg for himself and took the chance to ask Mr. Yao. He looked like a refugee who had fled from some famine, making Mr. Yao laugh.

"Although Qingshan Town is only a remote border town and lacks the prosperity of the nearby great cities, Mercenary Groups are what it has in abundance. If Lin'er does not wish to show himself, I can use my connections to sell them to those groups. So long as you do not bring up the matter yourself, they will naturally know better than to ask too many questions."

Mr. Yao sipped his tea and leisurely offered Jiang Lin advice. His knowledge might not have been as extensive as those old monsters from powerful regions, but within Qingshan Town, he was confident enough to say: welcome to my territory.

Though his territory was not large, Mr. Yao had managed it well. His Myriad Medicine Hall enjoyed a considerable reputation here. His principle of treating lives first and collecting payment afterward had earned him the gratitude of many Mercenary Groups, some of whose members had eventually become group leaders.

"...But many people in town know that, despite my age, I like blacksmithing." Having finally filled his stomach halfway, Jiang Lin accepted the soup Mr. Yao served him and timidly added a word.

"You have a point." Mr. Yao did not stubbornly insist on his own ideas. Instead, he seriously considered the issue Jiang Lin had raised before nodding. "Qingshan Town has too many people and too many eyes. If you forged a dagger like this every day, it might very well cause some unrest. Hmm, let me think. Better a dead fellow cultivator than a dead poor man. The great city near Qingshan Town, Wutan City, would be a good choice. It has a large enough population, is close to the Monster Mountain Range, and has quite a few Mercenary Groups. The Mite'er Family also has an auction house there. We can stockpile some weapons, package them properly, and sell them all off to them at once."

(A certain Fallen Genius who had yet to fall: Hm? Damn, is this coming for me?!)

After Jiang Lin's reminder, Mr. Yao also realized that graded weapons were not as easy to brush off as ordinary fine weapons. They were truly sharp tools capable of making a Dou Zhe consider stabbing a Dou Master in the back.

As the saying went, when one possessed a sharp weapon, killing intent arose. Mr. Yao also came to understand that graded weapons could not be lumped together with medicinal pills.

Just imagine it: if everyone in Qingshan Town had a Yellow-grade weapon, it would truly be a nightmare. Without Dou Qi weapons, a Dou Master could knock down a crowd of Dou Zhes even barehanded. But with Dou Qi weapons, if a Dou Master was even slightly careless, a Dou Zhe could break through their Dou Qi Garment and leave a wound. Though Jiang Lin's weapons were still only Yellow-grade low-tier and could merely give a Dou Master a small surprise, there was strength in numbers. Besides, who was to say Jiang Lin would not forge even higher-grade Dou Qi weapons in the future?

"However, you cannot abandon Qingshan Town either. You can set up a Weapon Refining Pavilion and sell a small number of graded pieces of equipment of varying quality when the time is right. That will help you build connections in Qingshan Town. If you need materials later on, you can also post tasks for them. They will be more than happy to help you."

After thinking for a moment, Mr. Yao further refined Jiang Lin's weapon-refining plans. Wutan City would be responsible for making money, while Qingshan Town only needed to remain stable. Their home base could not fall into disorder.

Jiang Lin drained his chicken soup in one gulp, then smiled at Mr. Yao. "As expected, Mr. Yao is the second-smartest person in Qingshan Town! I'll follow all of Mr. Yao's arrangements."

Xiao Yi Xian rolled her eyes dramatically at Jiang Lin, while Mr. Yao could not help shaking his head with a laugh. This brat and his habit of talking nonsense—who had he learned it from?

If Mr. Yao was the second-smartest person in Qingshan Town, then who was first? Xiao Yi Xian had once asked Jiang Lin, but the bastard had merely replied, "You wouldn't be convinced if I told you, so I can't be bothered to say it."

With the matter of the Water Pattern Gold Dagger settled, lunch ended amid Mr. Yao's tea-drinking and the occasional bickering between the two little ones.

After lunch, Jiang Lin, whose stomach was stuffed full, bid Mr. Yao farewell and returned to his room in the inner courtyard of the Myriad Medicine Hall for an afternoon nap. Forging iron that morning had truly exhausted him. Yet he could not stop midway; he had to shape it in one go, or the metal softening caused by reheating would ensure the final weapon became scrap.

This situation would only improve greatly once Jiang Lin grew older.

After the two little ones left, Mr. Yao was alone in the second-floor loft of the Myriad Medicine Hall. Leaning back in his chair, he stared blankly at the exquisite dagger on the table.

My lord... everyone has their own fate. I cannot stop it, can I? Mr. Yao sighed faintly to himself.

Elsewhere, when Jiang Lin woke from his pleasant dream, the moon hung bright outside the window, with only a few stars scattered around it.

"Here. There are only buns left in the kitchen. Are you eating or not? If not, I'm leaving."

With a smack, Jiang Lin had barely opened his eyes when a big, soft white bun landed squarely on his face.