Shen Mo's words did bring Kitahara Yuki some comfort.
In this situation,
there was no reason for the other party to deceive him.
His gaze fell on the chests, and cold sweat involuntarily formed in his palm.
He was an ambitious man. Though merely an ordinary person, he had built an immense fortune for himself. But precisely because of that, he feared death all the more.
"How much are these chests worth?" he asked tentatively, while fiercely glaring at his eldest son, who was still trembling uncontrollably. By comparison, his second son, who had already managed to calm himself, was clearly much more outstanding.
"These are only Level 1 Chests. They cost fifty thousand each." Shen Mo raised five fingers.
Fifty thousand?
Kitahara Yuki was somewhat surprised.
Not because they were expensive, but because they were so cheap?
After all, according to the other party, these chests could "grant eternal life and power."
"Since I'm just starting this business, naturally I have to begin with something small and build trust." Shen Mo seemed to know what he was thinking and chuckled. "As a merchant, I place great importance on trust."
"Fine!" Kitahara Yuki displayed the boldness expected of a family head.
He reached out and respectfully placed five hundred thousand in cash before Shen Mo.
"Then the transaction is complete." With a wave of Shen Mo's hand, the money vanished. "Aren't you going to open them? Trust me, I won't disappoint my customers."
Kitahara Yuki's hand trembled slightly.
If buying them meant it was all over, that would naturally have been best. Unfortunately, it clearly wasn't that simple.
He took a deep breath.
He reached out, about to open one.
"Father." His second son suddenly spoke. "Allow me to do it."
"Ryota..."
Kitahara Yuki was somewhat moved. After all, no one knew what might happen once these chests were opened.
Still, he nodded.
The Kitahara Family could not afford to lose him.
Kitahara Ryota's palms were sweating as well. After cautiously glancing at Shen Mo, he gritted his teeth and abruptly opened one of the chests.
Inside was a sphere of light.
"Congratulations—"
Shen Mo's sudden voice made all three of them jump.
"You actually opened a rare item worth sixty thousand from the very first chest." Shen Yun smiled in congratulations and waved his hand, causing the tiny sphere of light to float upward. "This is an Experience Pack. It represents the experience gained from someone swinging a sword fourteen hundred times. Would you like to try it?"
That was right, this was a custom-made product.
Although custom-made products were very expensive,
Shen Mo had kept the cost at the lowest price permitted by the six-hundred-Trading-Point transaction limit anyway.
The key lay in
its miraculous effect, which could make these terrified customers lower their guard and—heighten their interest.
Faced with Shen Mo's smile, Kitahara Yuki fell silent.
"Father." It was Kitahara Ryota again. "Please allow me to try it."
"Ryota." Kitahara Yuki looked at him with gratification. "It seems I've paid too little attention to you in the past."
He truly had not liked this second son very much, but the boy's performance today had greatly pleased Kitahara Yuki.
Shen Mo watched the scene with interest.
These people treated his goods like some terrifying beast?
Kitahara Ryota said nothing more. His face was resolute as he slowly reached out to touch the sphere of light.
In an instant,
the light sank into his palm.
Kitahara Ryota's body immediately stiffened. His arm felt slightly warm, and a memory that did not belong to him surfaced in his mind. In that memory, he had swung a sword at a wooden post fourteen hundred times without stopping. Even subconsciously, his hand curled into the empty grip of someone holding a sword.
When he finally came back to himself,
he stared blankly at his palm.
There,
he even had blisters worn from gripping a sword.
First came disbelief. Then, after swinging his arm a few times, his expression turned to joy and shock.
"Father."
He looked at his father and excitedly showed him the blisters on his palm. He even assumed a sword-swinging stance, his movements exceptionally standard and flowing in one smooth motion.
It was actually real!
Kitahara Yuki could not help taking a deep breath.
He knew his second son well. Because his body was relatively frail, he had never trained at all and had always been focused on studying.
Yet these blisters
had clearly just been worn from sword practice!
And that skilled sword-swinging stance.
How had it been done?
Amid his shock, Kitahara Yuki also felt his scalp tingle. This exceeded the limits of his understanding.
A smile curled at Shen Mo's lips. He unhurriedly adjusted his perfectly neat collar, then said softly,
"This is the wonder of the chests. They contain goods beyond your imagination."
"So, shall we continue?"
His words seemed to remind them of something, and Kitahara Yuki suddenly understood.
Looking at the remaining nine chests,
his eyes even grew somewhat heated.
He had already vaguely realized
that this might not be a crisis for the Kitahara Family, but an opportunity—an enormous opportunity!
The next chest
was opened by him personally.
Inside was a dagger.
"There are ordinary goods too." Shen Mo shrugged slightly. "After all, these are only the cheapest Level 1 Chests."
Ordinary?
Kitahara Yuki held it in his hand. The chilling blade reflected his haggard face beneath the candlelight, while the icy edge made his eyes ache.
This was a rare and exceptional weapon.
And the grooves on it.
Kitahara Yuki, who had been bold enough to fight and kill in his younger days, easily understood the purpose of those grooves.
"A fine blade," he praised.
"Please continue." Shen Mo urged him slightly.
The cost of maintaining this Mirror Space was even greater than the cost of these goods.
He needed to sell twenty sets of Level 1 Chests as soon as possible, then begin selling Level 2 Chests.
"Yes!"
Kitahara Yuki had already recovered from his initial fear. His gaze toward Shen Mo held reverence and a faint excitement.
Even his eldest son, whose performance had been so disgraceful,
had stopped trembling. He looked at the remaining chests with a trace of curiosity, even longing.
Shen Mo had already seen what would happen next.
From fear, to anticipation, to obsession.
And in the end,
bankruptcy.
One chest after another was opened.
All kinds of miraculous items appeared within them.
This series
was categorized in Shen Mo's inventory as the "Swordsmanship Series" chests.
Thus, he had placed weapons inside, sword-practice experience, incomplete volumes of sword manuals, and even a faint trace of Sword Intent from the Sword Immortal World.
Though it was extremely faint and vanished in an instant,
the three before him still revealed looks of horror.
They had not comprehended anything tangible. They had merely seemed to "see" the immense power of a single sword severing mountains and rivers.
That was an unimaginable realm, like that of a god.
And after all ten chests had been opened,
Shen Mo merely gave a simple hint.
Without another word, Kitahara Yuki immediately decided to keep buying chests.
His gaze had already become fervent.
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