Chapter 50: Placating the Sindhu Monks (1/2)
If it was just anyone else, no one would pay it any heed. However, the Bluebottle Pavilion was clearly backing the seller of the sword, which made the meaning behind the incident completely different. In any case, such an interesting affair had attracted the attention of more and more people from the capital.
When it reached the Cheng, Huang, and Lu Clan, the prestigious swordsmithing clans couldn’t remain as calm as they once did.
Even so, they couldn’t imagine that what that would shock them the most would occur in the third day’s evening. It was precisely this unexpected matter that changed their perspective on this matter, as well as the clans’ view on Bluebottle Pavilion.
“2400 gold taels! This should be the most expensive sword in the entire Central Plains!”
As the sun started to set, no one noticed a bearded Western Region merchant appearing below the Bluebottle Pavilion. This Western Region merchant was known as Mosaide. and he was a weapon merchant from Charax Spasinu.
(Charax Spasinu, otherwise known as Iraq in modern times.)
Different from the typical merchants, Mosaide didn’t treat the trade of swords as a business. Rather, he regarded it as a pursuit and a hobby.
Mosaide adored swords, and it was to a fanatic level.
He held overwhelming passion for top-notch swords. If he saw such a sword, he would use all means possible to purchase it.
Mosaide’s greatest ambition was to view the greatest sword in the world.
Thus, the first thing he did, upon coming to the Central Plains, was to tour all of the weapon shop within Great Tang’s capital.
However, there wasn’t a single sword here which caught his eye.
“This should be the greatest weapon shop in the Central Plains!”
Mosaide saw the banner on the pavilion and thought.
After touring almost a thousand weapon shops, this was the place where he found the most expensive sword. Furthermore, there wasn’t a single weapon shop which was as luxurious as this.
2400 gold taels for a sword; such a price was rare even in the Abbasid Caliphate and Charax Spasinu.
Mosaide understood very little about the Central Plains, but based on the rules in Charax Spasinu, only the best swordsmith and weapon shop could offer the highest price.
Judging from this, this was, without a doubt, the best weapon shop in the Central Plains. Those who dared to sell their weapons here had to be the best swordsmiths!
“Before I came here, I’ve heard that the weapon industry of the Central Plains was far inferior to that in the Abbasid Caliphate and Charax Spasinu. From the looks of it, that isn’t the case. The owner of the weapon shop must be extremely confident to charge 2400 for a sword covered in a black cloth.”
Mosaide had studied the characters used in the Central Plains, so he was able to read the words on the banner of the pavilion and couldn’t help but feel impressed by the swordsmith.
The Abbasid Caliphate and Charax Spasinu had a massive amount of top-notch swordsmiths, and their weapon forging industry was advanced. However, even the greatest swordsmith wouldn’t dare to sell a hidden sword like this swordsmith did.
In the view of the man from Charax Spasinu, this master was definitely the greatest swordsmith of the Central Plains.
Suddenly, Mosaide felt a strong urge to meet with this incredible ‘master swordsmith’ of the Central Plains.
Da!
As the thought flashed through his mind, he immediately headed into the Bluebottle Pavilion. However, right after he took a few steps, a wind blew across.
“Ah! My scarf!”
Not too far away, an exclaim of a lady could be heard. Amidst the wind, a green scarf flew into the air.
Initially, Mosaide didn’t pay much heed to the matter. However, after taking a few steps, Mosaide realized that the green scarf was heading toward his face.
“Master, careful!”
His loyal guards that followed him here from Charax Spasinu immediately rushed forward.
“He!”
Upon seeing this sight, Mosaide laughed heartily. He stopped his footstep, and without waiting for his guards to step forward, his hands moved to his waist.
Shua! A cold gleam flashed across, and the scarf, sliced into two, slowly floated to the floor.
The Charax Spasinu guards stopped in their footsteps.
In the distance, the lady’s exclamation was abruptly silenced. She stared at Mosaide, terrified.
Splitting through floating hair!
This was the quality of a top-notch saber in the Charax Spasinu!
After cutting through the green scarf in the air with a single slash, Mosaide laughed haughtily and placed the saber back into its sheath.
This was the best weapon in his possession, as well as his favorite one.
“Pass two gold ingots to that lady!”
After saying so, Mosaide entered the Bluebottle Pavilion. Behind him, two of his guards hurriedly passed two ingots to the terrified lady.
…
After entrusting the matter regarding the Wootz steel sword to Wei Hao, Wang Chong started to devote his attention to his martial arts training.
“With my Panther Bone, I should be able to practice some techniques of my previous life.”
Early in the morning, in the Wang Clan’s backyard, Wang Chong was playing with a string of beads and a thought flashed across his mind.
Wang Chong possessed the knowledge of many techniques from the memories of his previous life. However, Wang Chong had been unable to cultivate most of these earth-shattering skills due to the limitations of his bones.
But now, the situation was different. Even though Wang Chong’s bones weren’t exactly strong yet, with the Panther Bones, as well as the fundamental knowledge from his previous life, he could start learning those less advanced techniques.
“I should start from Herculean Punch!”
Wang Chong mused for a long moment before coming to a decision.
In his previous life, when those steel cavalries that came from a foreign land appeared in the Great Tang, their overwhelming defense left all of the infantry units in the country helpless.
That was until the Herculean Punch was created.
This kind of punch focused the strength in one’s entire body into one’s fist, allowing a low-level warrior to exert strength far greater than his physical limits. The very creation of this move changed the situation then.
Honestly speaking, it wasn’t a truly profound or powerful move.
But in the Origin Energy Realm, it was an extremely powerful skill. Given Wang Chong’s current situation, this military skill was the most suitable for him.
“Gongzi, someone is looking for you outside!”
Just when Wang Chong was about to start practicing, Shen Long’s voice suddenly reached his ears.
“It’s the two Sindhi monks.”
“Oh.”