Fengle County Town, Divine Weapon Pavilion

Lin Changqing was destined to be disappointed.

Though the hundred-li journey was rough, they had fair winds all the way and arrived safely at Fengle County Town.

After each paying two copper coins for the entry fee, they followed the crowd and finally entered the town.

"Changqing, we're going to deliver the goods now. Are you coming with us, or would you rather look around on your own?" Lin Yongteng asked Lin Changqing.

"I'll just take a look around by myself."

Lin Changqing smiled faintly.

He had come to Fengle County Town to sell that Ninth Rank Battle Saber, so it was naturally unsuitable for him to stay with Lin Yongteng and the others.

"Fine. Since it's your first time in the county town, have a good look around. Around the Hour of the Monkey, we'll meet at the city gate and head back together."

Lin Yongteng said with a smile.

"Changqing, I have to deliver goods with Second Uncle. Looks like I won't get the chance to show you around after all..."

Lin Hu said awkwardly.

On the way here, he had boasted that he would take Lin Changqing around the county town for some fun. Unfortunately, the boast he had made could not be fulfilled.

"No matter. There will be plenty of chances in the future."

Lin Changqing gave a light laugh.

"Right, next time I'll definitely take you around properly. I'll treat you to Hundred Flowers Pavilion..." Lin Hu chuckled.

Smack!

The words had barely left his mouth when Lin Yongteng, standing beside him, slapped the back of his head hard.

Lin Yongteng glared at him and said, "You little brat, if you dare go to that Hundred Flowers Pavilion, I'll have your father break your legs."

Lin Hu shrank his neck and rubbed the aching back of his head. "Second Uncle, why can you all go, but I can't?"

"Say one more word and see if I don't break your legs right now."

Lin Yongteng's old face reddened as he shot Lin Hu a vicious glare.

That scared the fellow into promptly shutting his mouth.

Lin Changqing stood to the side, shaking his head with a bitter smile. Although he had never been to Hundred Flowers Pavilion, merely from its name and Lin Yongteng's reaction, he could more or less guess what sort of place it was.

He definitely would not be going to Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

It was not because he considered himself lofty.

He simply did not wish to waste needless energy, after living another life, on things like chasing flowers and willows, or listening to tunes in pleasure houses.

What he wanted in this life was very simple.

Seek the Dao, Ask for Longevity.

As for women, he did not reject them, but neither would he seek them out deliberately. He would simply let nature take its course.

After parting ways with Lin Yongteng and the others, Lin Changqing entered a shop that specialized in selling weapons.

Divine Weapon Pavilion!

This was the largest weapon shop in Fengle County Town.

Naturally, Divine Weapon Pavilion did not sell nothing but divine weapons.

In truth, most of its wares were merely ordinary weapons that did not even qualify for a rank.

True ranked divine weapons were precious. Fengle County Town was nothing more than a desolate frontier county town. It was not that ranked divine weapons did not exist here, but they were certainly exceedingly rare.

Even Divine Weapon Pavilion could not produce more than a few.

"Honored customer, what kind of weapon are you looking for? Our shop has all eighteen types of weapons, and we also accept custom orders..."

The moment Lin Changqing entered Divine Weapon Pavilion, a waiter approached him with a genial smile.

Seeing that Lin Changqing carried a long saber in his hand and, though plainly dressed, bore an extraordinary air, he naturally did not dare neglect him.

"Just looking around."

Lin Changqing smiled faintly. Rather than immediately taking out his Mortal Grade Nine long saber, he examined the weapons on sale in Divine Weapon Pavilion.

He mainly wanted to see the prices of these weapons, as well as their craftsmanship.

With Lin Changqing's current forging standards, a single glance was enough for him to roughly judge whether a weapon was good or bad.

"Are you looking at sabers, honored customer? Then you've come to the right place. Our Divine Weapon Pavilion's Jade Cold Saber series is famous not only throughout Fengle County, but even in several surrounding counties..."

The waiter did not leave because of Lin Changqing's words. Instead, he began promoting the sabers in their shop.

Lin Changqing merely smiled without speaking.

It had to be said that this waiter was quite capable at selling.

However, Lin Changqing had not come to buy a saber, but to sell one.

He did not drive the waiter away. His eyes narrowed as he swept them over every weapon in the shop, his brows furrowing slightly.

The weapons in Divine Weapon Pavilion were all of decent quality, but their prices were clearly a little high, above market value.

Still, considering Divine Weapon Pavilion's signboard and reputation, it was normal for them to charge more.

It was just like many famous brands from his previous life. Their costs were plainly only a few hundred, and an ordinary brand would already be doing well to sell them for over a thousand.

Yet some major brands, especially luxury goods, could sell the same thing for several thousand or even tens of thousands.

That was brand premium.

To put it bluntly, it was an intelligence tax.

"Waiter, does your shop buy weapons?" Lin Changqing looked at the waiter and asked in a low voice.

"We do!"

The waiter froze for a moment, then frowned. "But Divine Weapon Pavilion does not want ordinary goods."

"Heh, what if it's a divine weapon?"

Lin Changqing gave a light laugh.

"A divine weapon!"

The waiter was instantly stunned. His gaze involuntarily shifted toward the backpack on Lin Changqing's back, and excitement immediately appeared on his face. "Honored customer, are you saying you have a divine weapon to sell?"

"That's right. Mortal Grade Nine."

Lin Changqing nodded. "I can see that this is not something you can decide. Have your manager come over."

"Please wait a moment. I-I'll go invite our Shopkeeper at once."

The waiter jolted, bowed to Lin Changqing, then immediately turned and headed toward the shop's backyard.

About ten minutes later.

A Silk-robed Middle-aged Man came over together with the waiter.

"Young Master, I am Chen San, the Shopkeeper of Divine Weapon Pavilion. I heard that you have a Ninth Rank Divine Weapon in your possession... Could you allow Chen to have a look..."

As soon as he arrived, the Middle-aged Man spoke to Lin Changqing with a genial smile.

"Of course."

Lin Changqing casually removed the case from his back and took out the Mortal Grade Nine long saber within.

Clang...

With a casual shake of his hand, the Blade Hum Sound rang out like a clear spring.

Chen San truly deserved to be the Shopkeeper of Divine Weapon Pavilion; he was an expert himself.

The moment he heard that spring-clear blade hum, his eyes lit up and joy surged within him.

The blade hum is like a clear spring. This is the pinnacle of Mortal Grade Nine!

Chen San's gaze sharpened. He rejoiced inwardly, but his face remained as still as an ancient well. In a deep voice, he said, "Young Master, the saber is not bad.

"However, according to the rules, we still need to inspect the goods."

"Please do."

Lin Changqing tossed the long saber in his hand to Chen San, wholly unconcerned.

His long saber was absolutely among the finest of Ninth Rank Divine Weapons.

Naturally, he was not afraid of inspection.

"Take it and have Master Yun inspect it."

Chen San caught the long saber with one hand and passed it to the waiter beside him, issuing the order in a deep voice. Only then did he turn to Lin Changqing. "Young Master, inspecting the saber will take some time.

"Why not come this way and have a cup of tea..."

"Fine."

Lin Changqing nodded and did not refuse.

Following Chen San through the Main Hall of Divine Weapon Pavilion, he headed straight into the Backyard.

Nor was he worried that Chen San and the others would try any tricks, such as switching the saber behind his back.

Divine Weapon Pavilion was such a large shop that it presumably would not do such a thing and ruin its own reputation. But taking ten thousand steps back, if Chen San truly dared to play such a trick—

Lin Changqing was confident he could make him regret it within minutes.

His Martial Cultivation had only just entered Ninth Rank and was not worth much, but his spiritual power was no joke.