Naimuer reaped another bountiful harvest from Aslan.
There are seven gold coins and a Resentment Qi Crystal.
It's likely that Aslan spent most of his time taking care of the young Knight Apprentice and didn't acquire any more treasures.
But that's enough. Even if all his other belongings were destroyed, this one could still sell for four or five thousand silver dollars.
In addition, his greatsword was of very high quality; it had been nurtured by him for a long time and was a top-tier Knight- grade masterpiece.
If it's brand new, the price will easily be over ten thousand.
This shows that Aslan's strength—at least in terms of financial resources—far surpasses that of the previous Knight.
Unfortunately, the greatsword was severely damaged and difficult to repair; even if it were repaired, it would never be the same as before.
A more appropriate option would be to rework it from scratch; even considering the materials alone, it would be worthwhile.
Naimuer hesitated, "Well... I can take it, but how should I calculate the price?"
He planned to buy a new one after advancing to the next level, but ultimately his financial resources were limited, making it impossible for him to buy similar top-quality items.
If this greatsword is repaired, its quality won't be any worse than the one he just bought.
"I suggest handing it over to the Martial Academy," Cynthia replied. "Aren't you afraid this custom-made greatsword will cause trouble?"
"He himself reported being from... the Camille Clan?" Naimuer tried hard to recall. "Is this Lineage very famous?"
"Some Lineage are not exactly unknown," Cynthia said calmly, "It's just that people like you and me aren't qualified to hear about them."
"Such Lineage exists?" Naimuer was genuinely unconvinced. "I thought our information was at least as good as it seemed."
"Then you can have this greatsword," Cynthia said without arguing. "You can give me an estimate."
Her easygoing nature surprised Naimuer —you had previously told me to leave this place alone!
He reminded himself not to act impulsively, "Then... four thousand silver dollars?"
"Are you kidding me?" Cynthia refused flatly, stating seriously, "It has to be at least six thousand silver dollars, a friendly price!"
"It's not worth it!" Naimuer stated bluntly, "If we handed it over to the Martial Academy, we'd be lucky to get four thousand!"
He really didn't think this was a friendly price; Red Pine might not be able to offer that price.
Cynthia spoke slowly, "But the Martial Academy can withstand the Camille Clan. If it's sold to you, can you withstand it?"
Aslan interfered with the Red Pine Clan's mission and was also corrupted by the Weird Qi, which led to his death. This Lineage might not come looking for him.
However, if they really come looking for information about weapons, it's definitely not just Naimuer they're targeting; all three of them are involved.
While the income from selling broadswords to Red Pine may be slightly lower, it will be very stable, and you won't have to worry about anyone coming after you for debts.
"Then... forget it, let's just sell it to the Martial Academy," Naimuer thought for a moment and reluctantly gave up.
He consoled himself, "Anyway, it's free. By the way, will Little Wu agree?"
Cynthia replied casually, "He said he was poor, but he was just saying it offhand... Didn't you see his 'Weird-Repelling Jue '?"
"I think we should ask him," Naimuer, somewhat unwillingly. "What if he also wants this sword?"
He was reluctant to spend six thousand silver dollars on a sword with a hidden danger, but what if Xiao Little Wu was willing?
That guy seems to have an unusual obsession with cold weapons.
"Alright then," Cynthia agreed after a moment's thought, and walked with him behind the rock.
Then the two were a little dumbfounded: the young man from Jin was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the soles of his feet and palms facing the sky, and his eyes slightly lowered.
With the Knight Apprentice's perception, he should have been able to sense their conversation, but the other party remained motionless.
"This is..." Naimuer began, but was met with a fierce glare from his fellow villager.
"Alright," Cynthia said softly, "He's probably cultivating; let's not disturb him."
Naimuer didn't dare say anything more until he stepped back a distance, then muttered under his breath, "But cultivating like this..."
"Perhaps it's a method unique to the Jin," Cynthia admitted, noting that the other person was from the Jin.
As for the saying that martial artists should avoid being disturbed while they are training, this applies to every country.
"If you really want to ask, wait until he finishes his cultivation."
"The people of Jin love to play tricks," Naimuer muttered, then added, "I doubt he'll tell the truth."
"Then there's nothing we can do," Cynthia said, unaffected. "No one's going to be generous when it comes to cultivation techniques."
This is not her conjecture, but common sense; every country places great importance on martial arts techniques.
Historically, there have been several instances where national wars were triggered by the leakage of secret cultivation techniques.
Naimuer didn't question her words, but a new kind of curiosity arose within him.
"Do you think he might be trying to advance to a higher rank? I feel like his strength is just a hair's breadth away from becoming Knight."
"Rank up on the battlefield?" Cynthia chuckled. "You might as well hope he ranks up during combat!"
Advancing through ranks during battle is indeed a thing, and it's quite common in Liang, with many related rumors.
In the narrative of the Liang, it is said that the Chinese are inherently brave and fierce, and when they can't win a fight... they might just unleash their full power!
However, even they themselves admitted that after the outburst, more than 90% of them did not live to see the next day.
Therefore, while this approach to advancing through ranks is fine, it's not the optimal choice. If possible, a steady and methodical approach is the most suitable.
Cynthia didn't believe that Wu Youren was advancing in rank. Although things were relatively stable here, the situation in the surrounding area was very tense.
If you really want to advance to the next level of Knight, there's no rush.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, the two of them sensed something was amiss and looked at the large rock.
After observing for a while, Naimuer finally spoke, "I feel like something's not right."
"Hmm..." Cynthia thought for a while before answering, "There is a bit of warmth around me, it does feel a little bit like that?"
"Could it be Weird Domain?" Naimuer asked gravely. "Have we all misperceived it?"
This possibility not only exists, but the probability is also very high.
However, Cynthia smiled and said, "Don't worry, with him here, we can't be fooled by the Weird Domain."
Seeing the junior's smile, Naimuer immediately snapped, "I don't like hearing that..."
"Shut up!" Cynthia's face darkened, and she interrupted him without hesitation. "If you don't like it, plug your ears!"
For a long while, there was a deathly silence.
After a long while, a rumble of thunder came from the horizon, and dark clouds rolled in from this direction.
"Tomorrow," Cynthia sighed softly, "I'll talk to him and we can all evacuate together."
"Can't we just leave?" Naimuer wanted to ask, but in the end, he remained silent.
As evening approached, large raindrops began to fall in a pattering sound.
The two went to check on Wu Youren and found that the young man from Jin was still sitting there cross-legged, not moving at all.
Cynthia didn't say anything, but took out a folding awning and put it on the other person.
It's homemade, very rudimentary, even worse than a parasol, but it can withstand ordinary mountain winds.
"He shouldn't be afraid of these things, right?" Naimuer thought that the junior's behavior was a bit too humble.
But there's nothing he can do; he's injured right now, and he can't afford to offend either of them.
Cynthia, however, didn't respond. Her expression was grave as she stated, "Thunderstorms... are both a blessing and a curse!"
On rainy days when there is no sunshine, the Weird Race becomes very active, especially since the sound of rain can mask some unusual noises.
However, things are different during thunderstorms. While the Weird Race can be very active, lightning has a certain restraining effect on most of Weird Race.
Night is almost here, and this weather is really giving me a headache.
"It's just the two of us on night duty now," Naimuer, his brow furrowed. "We still need to keep an eye on him, or... should we wake him up?"
"Ignore him," Cynthia said casually. "Let's focus on ourselves."
Large raindrops pelted down with a pattering sound.
One hid under a rock, the other in a cave, both staring blankly as the basin was gushing out.
As the sky gradually darkened and the temperature slowly dropped, the temperature began to fall.
The two were positioned in a triangular formation, intending to look out for each other, but at this moment, they could only stare at each other blankly.
Just then, a figure appeared; it was Wu Youren had been sitting cross-legged in meditation.
The young man from Jin had a strange, fluctuating aura.
The rain outside was quite heavy; however, only his hair and the clothes on his shoulders were slightly damp.
The raindrops fell on him as if there were an invisible film, sliding down his body.
Generally speaking, only when one reaches the level of Knight and can release their Battle Qi can a similar effect be achieved.
But both of them had an indescribable feeling in their hearts, at least they were certain: it was definitely not the aura of Knight!
"Thank you both for your trouble," Wu Youren said, bowing slightly to them from a distance. "You two should get some rest tonight."
"Your air membrane..." Cynthia couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with it?"
"Some little tricks I figured out myself," Wu Youren replied seriously. "I was thinking, could we use these to block out the Weird Qi?"
"However, I can't explain it."
In fact, he had just practiced Daoist techniques and roughly entered the " Qi Nourishing " stage, which is why he had this effect.
It's not difficult to put it away, but it requires deliberate operation; otherwise, it's very unstable to put it away and put it away repeatedly.
The main problem is that he's not yet skilled at controlling his breath. With some practice, he should be able to improve.
He's still accumulating a lot of experience points, and he needs to make the most of the time to absorb them while the instructors aren't around.
However, what Cynthia and her companion cared about was something else entirely. "Can't they explain it?"
The Knight's Battle Qi can indeed block some of the Weird Qi. If Knight Apprentice could do the same, that would be a tremendous benefit.
"Hmm," Wu Youren nodded, answering earnestly, "I don't know how I did it either."
"You can do that?" Naimuer clearly a little incredulous. "You don't want to reveal this, do you?"
The other party is from the State of Jin. It's perfectly normal that they would want to keep such a miraculous method a secret from the Liang.
(Updated. Please continue reading these next couple of days; it's important for both Feng Xiao and the book.)