263 Chapter Sixty Three - To them, this isn’t a storm in a tea cup (1/2)

Dark clouds formed amid the azure sky, hinting the start of a storm and within a small tea shop in New Julip Town, a storm was stirring just as violently.

Two peoples blissfully unawares yet very much connected to the latter one, were eagerly examining weapons displayed upon the walls of an arms shop.  As was often the case in this type of weapons boutique, the swords, halberds, daggers and bows were more glamorous than perhaps was necessary for a tool meant to aid in the matters of kill to not be killed.  The handles of the swords and daggers were polished so much that they gleamed and cast artistically with scrollwork or vines and ivy wrapping around glittering gemstones.  The halberds long handle and the elegantly shaped bows were all carved from the most expensive and beautiful quality woods.  The halberds also had silk tassels dangling from silver cuffs near the sharp and deadly blade on top, while the bows had similar cuffs either side of the curved centre, these were encrusted with stones.

Whether or not these ornate weapons were better than plain weapons, the usual clientele either did not know nor care.  Seeing two silk laden youths with jade hairpins, gold cuffs and bangles upon their wrists, the shop owner naturally assumed that this pair were much the same, but suffered a rude awakening.

”Shimmering ice blade?” Sun muttered as he read the description beneath the sword.  ”But it doesn't shimmer nor does it have the attribute of ice... or any spiritual energy for that matter.  Poo!”

”Swan song dagger?” Maimai giggled as she similarly amused herself.  ”The blade isn't long enough to reach the heart, what 'swan song?' More like a pig's squeal!”

The former heard the latter's words and pointed out another sword and brought her attention to it.  ”How about this one, Fèng máo lín jiǎo... as rare as Phoenix feathers and unicorns horns... accept the metal appears to be common steel.”

”It's crystals are ordinary quartz,” Maimai nodded sagely, approaching his side, her eyes filled with mirth.  ”Should be Chángjiàn rú jīmáo!” Common as chicken feathers! (google translate, probably wrong).

The two cruelly continued to denounce the shop's wares, causing tears of blood to spill down the shop keeper's cheeks as he wished he could silence this disruptive pair immediately.  As a new customer turned upon his heel as he heard the words from the youths, the shop keeper had them leave; ”This young master, young miss, if you aren't here to purchase, please do leave!”

Maimai chuckled inwardly, before tugging the unhappy man beside her out of the door.  ”Come on,” she urged Sun.

”But he was being rude!” Sun pouted, his face red.

”Fine,” Sun sighed.  He did really want a soul sword that he could truly call his partner one day, but it was also true that it would not be so cheap to obtain such.  A soul weapon was not a normal weapon, as any man could use nor even a spirit weapon with a matrix embedded in its form, it was much more than that.  It was a weapon that had formed a soul of its own.  Even if one had the fortune to obtain one would not mean that the soul weapon would recognise them.  Some said that the soul in the weapon formed after hundreds of years or tens of thousands of years, others said it might be born immediately after crafting as if sensing its creators heart within its folds.  Jin Li's formerly rusty spirit weapon was good, strong, but it had not formed a soul even after the thousand years after it had been crafted.