Moon Blade Meteor Wheel

Zhou Chun's funds were not particularly abundant.

They consisted of fifty-seven Spirit Coins, one two-hundred-year-old Red Lingzhi Mushroom, one hundred-year-old Yellow Essence, and two hundred-year-old Earth Profound Ginseng plants.

Leaving aside the Spirit Coins, the market value of those four Spirit Medicines combined was a little over three hundred.

But these things were at least enough to prove that he could indeed afford a First-grade High-tier magic tool.

Thus, after inspecting the items he had brought, the pale-faced middle-aged man said nothing more. He swiftly took out two wooden boxes from his Storage Bag and opened them one by one to introduce their contents.

"This magic tool is called the Moon Blade Meteor Wheel. It is made from Steel Silver and Dark Iron, refined by a renowned artifact refiner with pure Earthfire over seven days and seven nights. It possesses sharpness and armor-piercing properties. It can split into two, becoming two Moon Blades—one for attacking enemies and one for self-defense. It can also combine into a single wheel to confront foes. Its price is three hundred and seventy Spirit Coins."

"This magic tool is called the Wind Fire Fan. It is made from the feathers and bones of a Second Rank Wind Fire Kite and refined by a renowned artifact refiner. With a wave, it can unleash successive wind blades and fireballs to attack enemies. Its price is four hundred and thirty Spirit Coins."

Having said this, the pale-faced middle-aged man cupped his hands toward Zhou Chun. "Honored guest, these are all the First-grade High-tier offensive magic tools currently in stock at our shop."

First-grade High-tier magic tools were not easy to sell under normal circumstances. Even a major store like the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion would be doing well to sell two or three in a month, so they did not usually keep much inventory.

But the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was, after all, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Apart from the rather ordinary Golden Goose Blade, the magic tools the pale-faced middle-aged man had brought out were all rare treasures. Every single one made Zhou Chun's mouth water, and he wanted them immensely.

But unfortunately, the funds in his hands only allowed him to choose one, and he also had to rule out the two magic tools priced above four hundred Spirit Coins.

After gazing at the magic tools and pondering for a long while, Zhou Chun finally pointed at one of the wooden boxes. "I'll take the Moon Blade Meteor Wheel. It suits my tastes quite well, so that is the one I choose!"

Hearing this, the pale-faced middle-aged man immediately smiled and praised him. "Fellow Daoist, you have a good eye. This item combines offense and defense. With your cultivation and this item in hand, you could fight even late Qi Refining stage cultivators!"

He then put the other magic tools away into his Storage Bag, leaving only the wooden box containing the Moon Blade Meteor Wheel on the table.

Seeing this, Zhou Chun pushed forward the items he had brought to purchase the magic tool and said calmly, "Three hundred and seventy Spirit Coins. These Spirit Medicines, together with these Spirit Coins, should be enough for the exchange, correct?"

"It is enough, but are you certain you wish to trade these pure Spirit Medicines for a magic tool?"

The pale-faced middle-aged man's gaze flickered uncertainly as he looked at the various Spirit Medicines on the table, as though he had some concerns.

"What? Is Steward Liu worried that there is something wrong with my Spirit Medicines?"

Zhou Chun raised a brow, then patted his chest and assured him, "Rest assured. I am a direct-line cultivator of the Zhou Family of Nine Peaks Ridge. These Spirit Medicines were dug out from the sect's Spirit Medicine Garden during the Three Absolute Sect's migration. They are absolutely genuine Spirit Medicines, without the slightest trace of Turbid Fiendish Energy!"

Upon hearing him identify himself and explain the origins of the items, the pale-faced middle-aged man's gaze immediately settled. He quickly smiled and cupped his hands in salute. "So Fellow Daoist is actually a cultivator of the Spirit Beast Zhou Family. How disrespectful of me, how disrespectful."

After speaking, he nodded. "Since Fellow Daoist Zhou can guarantee that there is nothing wrong with these Spirit Medicines, then this transaction is concluded. This Moon Blade Meteor Wheel is now yours, Fellow Daoist Zhou."

He then pushed the wooden box containing the magic tool toward Zhou Chun.

Zhou Chun immediately put the wooden box into his Storage Bag and gave a hearty laugh. "Steward Liu is forthright. Then let us meet again someday."

"Take care, Fellow Daoist Zhou. You are welcome to visit our Heavenly Treasure Pavilion again in the future."

As he spoke, the pale-faced middle-aged man rose and escorted Zhou Chun to the door.

After confirming that Zhou Chun had left the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the pale-faced middle-aged man returned to that Quiet Room. Looking at the wooden boxes containing Spirit Medicines on the table, he narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

After pondering for quite some time, he finally muttered to himself, "Do you think there might be more Spirit Medicines in his Storage Bag? Though the Three Absolute Sect was far inferior to our sect, it was still a sect with a heritage of over seventeen hundred years. Even if its Spirit Medicine Garden had no thousand-year Spirit Medicine left, there should have been quite a number of Spirit Medicines several hundred years old."

He seemed to be conversing with some mysterious existence.

Not long after his words fell, a somewhat aged voice entered his ears.

"Perhaps there are indeed Spirit Medicines in his Storage Bag that he did not take out, but there definitely cannot be any of those several-hundred-year-old Spirit Medicines."

"Every such Spirit Medicine is accounted for. The Three Absolute Sect did not flee in panic only after its mountain gate had been breached. Unless the disciples below were fools, they would never dare touch Spirit Medicines of that level under the noses of the sect's high-level cultivators!"

The pale-faced middle-aged man could not help nodding slightly upon hearing this, seemingly very much in agreement.

Then he frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "Then in your opinion, should we release the news?"

"You may decide that yourself. This old man knows nothing."

The aged voice sounded in his ears again, making him curse inwardly.

These damned old fellows were truly both greedy and timid. They all wanted to take the benefits without touching any trouble, always dreaming beautiful dreams!

But no matter how fiercely he cursed inwardly, he did not dare let the slightest trace show on his face.

He merely lowered his head, his expression hesitant as he pondered, unable to make a decision.

Only after a long time had passed did he shake his head with a regretful expression. "Forget it. The Zhou Family of Nine Peaks Ridge has only recently gained a foothold in Misty Prefecture, and their vigilance is at its highest right now. There is no telling whether that brat was bait they deliberately cast out to test the various factions!"

This time, no answer came.

That made him curse inwardly again. Only after sitting down and gulping several mouthfuls of tea did he suppress the hostile fury in his heart.

Meanwhile, after leaving the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, Zhou Chun went directly to the market's inn and rented another cultivation room.

Once inside the sealed cultivation room, Zhou Chun took out the wooden box and immediately burned it with fire. He also burned the outer robes and underclothes he had worn along with it.

Naturally, he did this to prevent anyone from placing a mark on him and tracking him.

The Cultivation World had far too many methods of using medicines or spells to leave marks and track an object or person. Zhou Chun himself knew more than a dozen such methods.

Though the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was a famous, long-established major store, one must never be without a guarded heart.

There was no guarantee that the pale-faced middle-aged man had not tampered with him, intending to have someone find him after he left the market and murder him for his treasures.

For matters like this, it was better to believe they existed than fail to guard against them.

After watching the wooden box and clothes burn into a pile of ashes, Zhou Chun repeatedly searched himself with his divine sense. Only after confirming that he had found nothing unusual did he change into fresh clothes.

He then looked at the silver-black wheel-shaped magic tool beside him, which measured roughly a foot across when closed, and immediately reached out to grip the handle in its center and lift it.

It was not actually as heavy as it looked, likely weighing less than ten jin. Zhou Chun had no trouble lifting it with one hand.

After carefully examining the magic tool, he discovered that it could actually be hung and carried on his back, though he would need to make a carrying frame for it.

But Zhou Chun had rarely seen cultivators carrying wheel-shaped magic tools on their backs. Even cultivators who carried swords or sabers on their backs were few and far between.

Thus, it was more suitable to keep it in his Storage Bag normally.

After inspecting it for a while, Zhou Chun began refining this magic tool.

For magic tools purchased from shops like this, whether or not they had previously had an owner, the former owner's divine sense imprint and lingering aura inside would be thoroughly erased to make it easier for the new owner to refine them.

Therefore, Zhou Chun spent less than an hour refining the magic tool and familiarizing himself with its use, and he was extremely satisfied with the power of this new magic tool.

After becoming somewhat familiar with the new magic tool's usage, Zhou Chun, who had thoroughly emptied his wallet, finally set out on his return journey.

But after leaving the market this time, Zhou Chun did not repeat his old trick and continue crossing the Red Rock Mountain Range from high above on a flying magic tool.

He had dared to use that method earlier because he had been flying toward Red Cliff Market, where the market guards could easily spot him, and where he could subsequently meditate and recover his spiritual power.

But his previous actions had already exposed him. If he used the same method again when leaving, there was no guarantee that powerful bandit cultivators with flying magic tools of their own would not take to the skies and pursue him directly.

By comparison, leaving alone on the ground also carried risks, but the risk of encountering exceptionally powerful bandit cultivators was undoubtedly far lower.

Moreover, having newly acquired a First-grade High-tier magic tool, Zhou Chun's individual strength was no weaker than that of two or three ordinary mid Qi Refining Stage Rogue Cultivators. Ordinary bandit cultivators might not truly have the ability to take him down.