The Swordsmen of Shu Mountain: Furious at Being Broke, He Fainted

The first magical artifact from the book, the eighth-tier spiritual sword— the Purple Ying Sword —is hidden within the book <The Legend of the Swordsmen of Shu Mountain>!

Everyone looked at Liu Ying with amazement and envy. (Please search for the most complete novel!)

"The Zhang Clan is really about to take off this time!" one cultivator couldn't help but exclaim.

First Zhang Yunji obtained the Sacred Beast, then Zhang Liu Ying acquired the divine weapon.

The Zhang Clan's descendants have had one stroke of good fortune after another, making others envious.

"Shopkeeper, quickly give us an estimate!" Zhang Yunji, beaming with excitement, ran to Ma Feifei's side and said.

"Ahem," Ma Feifei coughed, and under everyone's watchful eyes, he walked to the long table and looked at the halo between the pages of "The Legend of the Swordsmen of Shu Mountain".

"An eighth-tier spirit sword isn't expensive at all!" Ma Feifei shook his head, looking slightly disappointed, upon seeing the price of the Purple Ying Sword.

Chang Kong and Liu Ying were delighted to hear this, but Zhang Yunji didn't react much. In his opinion, his master and sister were rich and didn't care.

"Shopkeeper, how many Spirit Crystal do you want?" Zhang Yunji asked.

"Not much, only two thousand." Ma Feifei shook his head. He would only get one-tenth of the money from this deal, which was too little and a bit of a loss.

"So cheap?" everyone exclaimed.

Ma Feifei paused for a moment, then realized what she meant and said apologetically, "The following units are in tens of thousands."

"Twenty million Spirit Crystal!"

"It's alright, worth the price." Everyone nodded, agreeing that the price was acceptable.

After all, an eighth-tier spirit sword, if put up for auction, would cost at least 30 million Spirit Crystal, and if there were other bidders, it could even cost 40 million.

"Master!" Suddenly, a Liu Ying came from inside the shop. Everyone looked over and found that Chang Kong had fainted at some point, with blood flowing from his ears, nose, eyes and mouth.

Blood is flowing from all seven orifices!

Judging from his breathing, he was on the verge of death and not far from it.

"What's going on?" someone asked, puzzled.

Although Chang Kong had been suppressed by the powerful figure in the Bookstore, he had not shown any other abnormalities except for his pale complexion. His sudden loss of consciousness and bleeding from all seven orifices was quite unexpected.

"Holy crap, is he going to die in my shop?" Ma Feifei was startled and quickly shouted towards the door, "Is there a doctor here? Come quick!"

"Shop owner, I am..."

"Shop owner, I am..."

People were shouting both inside and outside the house.

"Let's get someone who thinks they have good medical skills and is confident they can save the patient," Ma Feifei said.

"I can give it a try," an elderly man with white hair stepped forward.

He wore a gray linen long gown, his face was weathered, his long hair was tied back with a simple straw, and he wore straw sandals. He was extremely simple and unassuming.

"Alright, let's see this old man. Come and take a look." Ma Feifei nodded and said.

With permission granted, the old man smiled slightly, approached the Bookstore, knelt down in front of Chang Kong, and placed Chang Kong's wrist on his knee. He then grasped Chang Kong's hand with his other hand.

Immediately afterwards, a tiny glimmer of light appeared from the old man's hand and slowly entered Chang Kong's body.

"Huh?" Ma Feifei, standing at the back, felt something was off. The use of Spiritual Power was not allowed in his Bookstore. Anyone who tried to activate Spiritual Power would be suppressed by the system, similar to the situation with Chang Kong earlier. This was all to protect Ma Feifei's safety in the Bookstore. As long as he was in the Bookstore, it was Ma Feifei's absolute territory.

But this old man was actually able to emit fluorescent light inside the Bookstore!

"It doesn't seem to be Spiritual Power either." Ma Feifei sensed the glowing light from the old man's hand. The light seemed to give people a particularly comfortable feeling, gentle and with the aura of nature.

"Could it be another kind of Power of Faith?" Ma Feifei wondered.

However, it is considered Power of Faith, and its essence is the same as Spiritual Power, so it cannot be used in the Bookstore.

"Cough cough~" At this moment, Chang Kong, who had fainted, coughed up a mouthful of blood and gradually woke up.

"Master..."

"Master..."

Zhang Yunji and Zhang Liu Ying squatted on either side of Chang Kong, their faces showing obvious anxiety.

"I have fulfilled my mission." The old man lowered Chang Kong's hand and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, sir. May I ask your honorable name?" Zhang Yunji said gratefully, and Zhang Liu Ying also stood up and bowed to the old man to express her gratitude.

The old man slightly turned aside to avoid Zhang Liu Ying's deep bow, and said with a smile, "It was nothing, just a small favor. He's a woodcutter from the mountains, nameless and faceless. You two don't need to be so polite. Besides, I saved him because I need something in return."

"What do you want?" The group exchanged bewildered glances.

Zhang Yunji seemed to realize something, and his expression immediately changed.

Zhang Liu Ying's expression was obscured by her bamboo hat, and the surrounding cultivators seemed to recall something, beginning to discuss amongst themselves.

"Could it be that what they're after is that eighth-tier spirit sword?"

"It's really hard to say," some people said, unsure.

"Wouldn't Miss Liu Ying be caught in a dilemma? If she gives it to them, she'll lose the eighth-tier spirit sword she already has; if she doesn't, she might be branded as ungrateful."

The old man saved Chang Kong and was Chang Kong savior. Zhang Liu Ying and her brother were both Chang Kong's disciples. If the old man really wanted that eighth-order spirit sword, the two of them would have no choice but to give it to him. Because he was on the moral high ground, if they didn't give it to him, they would be completely convinced of their ingratitude.

But if we give it away, it would be such a waste to hand over the eighth-tier spirit sword that Miss Liu Ying worked so hard to obtain.

The old man seemed to see through everyone's thoughts, smiled calmly, and said, "You two need not worry. I have no interest in that eighth-order spirit sword. The person I seek is not either of you, but the shopkeeper."

"The shop owner?" Everyone was even more confused. What did this have to do with the shop owner?

Even Ma Feifei was a little confused, but even so, Ma Feifei reacted quickly. "Old man, let me tell you, you saved him, not me. It has nothing to do with me. I have no money, and I don't want... oh, I don't have anything to help you with, so let's forget about this request?"

Trying to extort Spirit Crystal from Ma Feifei? What a joke, that's impossible.

The old man shook his head and said, "Don't worry, shopkeeper, I don't want any money. All I want is to come into the Bookstore and read a book."

"Reading books? You buy tickets to read books!" Ma Feifei asked, bewildered.

The old man, a little embarrassed, said softly, "I bought it, but it's a number for five years from now..."

Ma Feifei nodded, somewhat understanding what the old man meant. He wanted to go to the Bookstore to read books as soon as possible, but he couldn't afford a special number with the latest date. So, he was using this opportunity of saving someone to ask Ma Feifei to give him a spot to read books.

Damn it, in the end it all comes down to money!

However, this was no big deal for Ma Feifei. The Bookstore's rule was only one Spirit Crystal per person per hour, which was far less than the tens or hundreds of thousands outside. Even if the old man went outside to buy a special number worth hundreds of thousands, Ma Feifei wouldn't earn a single penny.

"What book do you want to read?" Ma Feifei asked.

"I've heard that the Divine Bookstore has a Yellow Quality book called 'Prescriptions Worth Thousand Gold Formulas,' which cured the ' Nine Colds 'Thousand Gold Formulas incurable disease of the Limitless Spirit Emperor's daughter. That's the book I want to read," the old man replied with his usual smile.

"Okay, come tomorrow. Remember to bring eight Spirit Crystal." Ma Feifei nodded in agreement.

"Thank you very much, shopkeeper." The old man bowed in thanks.

"Thank you, shopkeeper." This was Zhang Yunji's expression of gratitude, because Ma Feifei had repaid the old man's kindness on his behalf.

Ma Feifei shook her head, pointed to Chang Kong who had just opened his eyes, and said, "Let's check on your master first."