After receiving Shi Feiyang's Flying Sword Message, Ling Hun did not hurry straight to Tianjin. He finished the business at hand before arriving belatedly with Cui Wugu.
He was not particularly enthusiastic about the venture. He felt that trade meant investing capital in pursuit of profit, and once the heart chased gain, schemes would breed within and tricks would be employed without, hindering cultivation.
So he had merely brought his wife along to take a look.
They made two rounds of the market, seeing the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures sold in the eastern market, as well as "Heaven Beyond Immortal Medicine," "Wutai Sword Academy," and "Green City Treasure Pavilion." His brows knitted tightly, and he remained silent for a long while.
Cui Wugu understood his misgivings. "Don't you often roam the mortal world, playing amid its dust and bustle? Just treat it as a way to temper our disciples' hearts."
Ling Hun pondered a moment, then sighed. "Very well. Our lineage has always been poor. Our master was poor back in his day, too, and left us few mountain-guarding treasures. As their master, I have fewer magic treasures than Liu Quan. Once we establish our sect, we'll have to take in quite a few more disciples. Even Xiao Yi and his wife don't have a decent flying sword between them. This has weighed on my mind for a long time.
"I originally intended to seek out a few caches of treasures left by ancient immortals, but each has its own karma and destined owner, so they aren't easy to take. Later, I thought of thickening my skin and asking Fellow Daoist Shi for a share of a few treasures from the Golden Ship in the Yuan River. Now that this opportunity has arisen, it may be a good