Chapter 172 - Torn Immortal Arts Script (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Well…”
Wei Zhishu did not know how to answer just then, and so asked tentatively, “Mister Jiang, should I have someone bring a drop over?”
“Sure.”
Jiang He nodded, despite his many complaints in his head.
One drop…
The Wei clan was more or less one of Jiangnan’s three great martial clans. Why so stingy?
That being said, having one drop would still be enough for Jiang He to know the taste.
After that, he continued flipping through the catalogue.
All he saw were weapons and combat suits.
What surprised Jiang He, however, was that most of the combat suits and weapons were not crafted from new alloys, but were ‘Old Martial Armament’, passed down from the Old Martial Era.
Still, compared to modern alloy armaments, both have their respective advantages, and neither type really came out on top.
“Are you interested in any of these weapons Mister Jiang?”
“Our clans had recovered all these items from one heritage site, which we deduce to be dated around the Song dynasty, making these armaments at least seven hundred years old. Given that they did not deteriorate after that long, one could see that the craftsmanship was exceedingly immaculate.”
Murong Buyi walked up to him, keen on offering an introduction.
Nonetheless, Jiang He shook his head and replied, “Let me have a look.”
To tell the truth, he really wasn’t interested in the Old Martial Armaments, unless it was some sword or blade that elites had left behind. Those might have a lingering remnant of their will contained within, allowing him to gain certain insight.
All that was left were the rare treasures.
There were quite a lot of interesting items in this category, with some having been excavated out of heritage sites, while others took shape under the Revival of Qi.
There was even a spatial ring, too.
Even so, Jiang He’s gaze fell upon a photograph in the catalogue.
It showed a tuft of flora.
It resembled aloe vera that grew just around thirty centimeters and had nine leaves, each of which were narrow and long like a sword, with tiny saw tooth growing on the edge of the leaves.
Two short and simple captions were written behind the photo.
[Sword Will Barrenwort]
[Users without sword will would gain certain chance of grasping sword will after consumption. Elites who grasped sword will may use it to improve their sword will.]
Behind him, Elder Lin stirred.
After he revived, he had been running around to gather funds for buying the Sword Will Barrenwort. Still, he would not protest if Jiang He wanted it, since Jiang He was the one who saved his life.
Even so, Jiang He appeared doubtful and puzzled. “A tuft of grass could help in the grasping sword will… is this for real?”
“Items that our clans would offer on the auction are naturally real.”
“But…”
Jiang He seemed to be at a loss for words at that. “Does this thing count as a floral spirit? Those things generally improve cultivation, spirit, or physique. Helping in the Boundary of Wills… That’s Illogical.”
Long Qi’s mouth twitched in response.
He turned by reflex at the piece of band-aid dumped on the ground, and thought, ‘Illogical? Is your own stuff even logical in comparison?’
Subtly picking up the used band-aid, Long Qi stuffed it in his pocket with a straight face as he smiled and explained, “The reason that the Sword Will Barrenwort could help elites grasp sword will, is because it contains a strong sword will within itself.
“This treasure only grows in the heritage sites belonging to sword will elites, and our clans had was incidentally a sword will elite.”
“Oh?”
Jiang He’s gaze twitched.
He understood it somewhat now.
A sword will elite who could leave behind a heritage site was certainly not work—after all, their sword elite were so powerful that it might not fade even with their deaths, and some lingering sword will must have nurtured the growth of this Sword Will Barrenwort.
“Then how many of this Sword Will Barrenwort do you have?”
Jiang He closed the catalogue at that.
He has no need for the other stuff.
In return, Murong Buyi walked up and said, “We’ve found nine tufts in total at the heritage site. The Murong clan was allocated three, but we’ve already used up our stock.”
In truth, it was not—Murong Buyi had saved one for himself.
Even so, he definitely would not hand this out.
After all, Murong Buyi was most adept at swordplay and had a certain extent of mastery over it. All he had to wait was to ascend up to rank-nine before consuming the Sword Will Barrenwort, and once he grasped sword will then, he would instantly become a top rank-nine elite.
“We, the Wei clan has one tuft, and it’s the one being auctioned tonight.”
However, Wei Zhishu laughed bitterly after some thought, “However, the Sword Will Barrenwort placed on auction is one of the most important auction items, Mister Jiang. Many sword will elites such as Elder Lin had come expressly for it…”
His meaning was clear: the Wei Clan’s Sword Will Barrenwort was not for sale.
Aside from crossing a bunch of sword-will elites, selling it to Jiang He would be a breach of trust…
In fact, the auction the three clans organized had used the Sword Will Barrenwort to hype up the event. Selling it ahead of time would make the auction a laughing stock.
Meanwhile, Long Qi was quite pleased with himself after picking up the band-aid.
This little thing…
The medicine had yet to wore off entirely, and could be used a second time.
As for bacterial infection…
That did not really matter.
A rank-eight martial artist getting spooked by something like that?
And he had the Amoxicillin capsule too!
Nonetheless, he appeared taken aback after hearing what Wei Zhishu and Murong Buyi said, and exclaimed in surprise, “The Sword Will Barrenwort that we, the Wei clan was given is still around. How did your clans use it up so quickly?”
Both Wei Zhishu and Murong Buyi’s mouths twitched.
The Long clan would use it for what?
Every last member of your clan are big, sweaty men who cultivated in either fist techniques or palm techniques—the Sword Will Barrenwort was useless even if they consumed it.
Nonetheless, Long Qi started to laugh out loud, appearing rather thrilled. “Allow me to trade with you, Mister Jiang. I have the Sword Will Barrenwort kept back home, and it costs us a lot to keep it.”
“Sure!”
Jiang He smiled, his interest piqued. “I’ll have all three tufts of Sword Will Barrenwort. How do you wish to trade, Chief Long?”
After some thought, Long Qi replied, “The value of the Sword Will Barrenwort is not equal to your average rank-nine floral spirits. One tuft could develop a top rank-nine elite grasping sword swill, so it won’t be a problem if I ask for five Bezoar Detox Pills, five Amoxicillin capsules, and five band-aids, yes?”
“You’re quite the businessman, Chief Long.”