Lin Zhen looked somewhat surprised. "Senior Brother Yang, you want to sell your Divine Weapons?"
Divine Weapons were usually a martial artist's second life.
Their spirituality offered tremendous help to a martial artist's combat strength.
Taking Sixth Rank martial artists as an example, those with Divine Weapons and those without were two entirely different matters.
"Some of my Divine Weapons are of no use to me. I might as well sell them for rare flowers and herbs that can increase my qi and blood."
Yang Ling explained with a smile:
"My master, the Headmaster, told me my cultivation is already very close to Lower Fifth Rank. Right now, my qi and blood simply aren't robust enough. I need to consolidate my foundation further before I can break through."
"If you're selling Divine Weapons, I do have some connections."
A trace of confidence appeared in Lin Zhen's eyes:
"Our Lin Family has some standing in the Qitian Provincial Capital. Our main business is ore.
We also run weapon shops and employ several blacksmiths capable of forging Divine Weapons."
Yang Ling was surprised. This fellow certainly hid his talents well.
"But Divine Weapons are far too difficult to forge. They might not produce even one in several years."
Lin Zhen pondered for a moment. "Senior Brother Yang, won't you reconsider? Divine Weapons aren't something you can obtain just because you want one. Even if you have no use for them now, you might need them later.
Buying another then could cost you more, and you might not even find one that suits you."
Yang Ling said, "I need to focus on the present first. If your Lin Family can buy Divine Weapons, I'll sell them to you. Just give me a fair price."
"That's no problem. I'll just speak to my father