Chapter 32 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sword felt right in her hand. The feeling was so pervasive, it seemed as though the sword was calling out to her, beckoning her to be its master. The energy was undeniable. Ling Chunxi believed she had found the right weapon—she believed she should be the master of this sword. When it came to such matters, thinking was futile. It was about trusting her gut feeling!

“How much for this sword?” Ling Chuxi asked as calmly as she could.

“Miss… You want this sword?” The salesperson was both afraid and disappointed. He thought he’d be able to secure a big transaction, but this well dressed young lady wanted to buy an abandoned sword instead? He couldn’t shake off his fear of the consequences of selling this sword to Ling Chunxi. If she had bought the sword only to show up complaining of an injury and seeking compensation from them, what was he to do? “No, miss. No good will come from buying this sword. It would be better for you to head upstairs and pick another. This one is unbecoming of you,” advised the salesperson earnestly.

“Oh, you misunderstand. What if I wasn’t buying it for myself? Can’t I give it to someone I detest? That person could get injured every day for all I care.” Ling Chunxi let a sly smile spread across her face without caring to put the sword down. “If there are any complications in relation to this purchase, I will be responsible for them. I will not return the goods I have bought from you, nor will I trouble you any further. What do you say? Won’t you tell me how much this sword costs?”

“If that’s the case, what a good and clever trick that is!” breathed the salesperson in relief as he began to compliment Ling Chunxi. If this was indeed the case, all was fine. A strange young lady this one, to have thought of such a horrible trick. The salesperson didn’t know who would end up being the unlucky owner of the cursed sword but that wasn’t his business. Selling a discarded sword for a small profit was a good enough arrangement for him. He could just tell the shopkeeper the sword was sent to the furnace and that would be that, wouldn’t it?

“One silver tael will be sufficient,” proposed the salesperson after doing some calculations in his head. Selling an abandoned sword at such a price wasn’t a bad deal at all.

Ling Yichen tossed a silver ingot into the salesperson’s hands. It was equal to three to four taels. “Keep the change,” he quipped coolly. The salesperson happily accepted the payment and gave Ling Chunxi a scabbard for the sword for free.

“All right then, we’ll be off,” said Ling Chunxi. She smoothly slid the sword into the scabbard and turned to leave.

“But, miss, don’t you want to take a look at the weapons on the upper floors?” asked the salesperson in surprise.

“If this sword is as cursed as you make it out to be then maybe I’ll visit you again,” answered Ling Chunxi with a grin. “If it isn’t, then there might be trouble.”