Chapter 8: Crimson Dragon (2/2)
“Unfortunately this blade is too big; is there one with a smaller body?”
Feng Fei Yun didn’t mention the price, showing that three thousand gold coins, to him, was not a large sum.
“Yes!”
Zheng Dong Liu had the second blade brought out! This second blade was only one meter long, and the body wasn’t as thick. It had a crimson color with an ancient aura; one touch of the hand brought about a feeling of warmth.
The blade’s body exuded a natural feeling while the edges themselves felt dull; it even had a hole in it. It, seemingly, was not made with a great attention to detail.
Zheng Dong Liu sighed, and he said:
“This blade is named Crimson Dragon. The materials it is made of are special; from special examination, it was found to be a mix of nine different rare metals. Even though the length was not great for a heavy sabre, it reached the weight of two hundred and forty pounds; it is truly astonishing.”
After seeing this blade, Feng Fei Yun’s eyes revealed a strange glimmer. He immediately stood up, caressing the blade with his finger. His heart was ecstatic, and his intuition was telling him that, even though the blade’s external appearance is lacking, its absolute power was ten times over its counterpart.
He could feel the spirit energy moving within the blade; this feeling was very delicate. With the exception of him, no one else could feel this faint spirit energy.
“This is a spirit blade. Unfortunately, the blade was broken once, and all of the spirit energy had left its body; thus, no one else knew that it used to be a spirit weapon.”
Feng Fei Yun’s finger lightly touched the broken part, and he made his decision.
Even though it is a broken spirit weapon, its power was incomparable to any normal magical weapons.
Feng Fei Yun was silent, trying to hide his excitement. He removed his hands from the blade, and he asked:
“This blade suits me, Manager Zheng; how much do you wish to sell this blade for?”
“Five thousand gold coins.”
Zheng Dong Liu, of course, knew that this blade was abnormal, but he didn’t know why. He announced such a high price, but he was not sure of it; he hesitantly looked at Feng Fei Yun after naming the price.
This was a remnant of a spirit weapon, so its price would definitely be higher than fifty thousand gold coins. Feng Fei Yun was laughing, internally, at Zheng Dong Liu for not knowing the value of his own item, but he expressed an impatient expression and furrowed his brows:
“Manager Zheng, is this you trying to cut my throat with a price? Five thousand gold coins would be enough for me to play around with five thousand exceptional beauties. For one broken blade to be valued at five thousand coins, isn’t this just a robbery?”
Zheng Dong Liu smiled:
“How much would be an appropriate price for you, young master Feng?”
“Three thousand gold coins.”
Feng Fei Yun replied.
“Okay, so be it.”
Zheng Dong Liu was seemingly afraid of Feng Fei Yun leaving, and he immediately agreed with that proposition. His face grew a smile; three thousand gold coins, compared to his original expectation, was already double of what he wanted for it.
Seeing how quick Zheng Dong Liu conceded, Feng Fei Yun regretted setting the price to three thousand in his heart. It seemed like his given price was too high, but three thousand gold coins, to buy a broken spirit weapon, was still a great deal.
Zheng Dong Liu was visibly happier than Feng Fei Yun; he even gave him a magical steel scabbard for free, and he engraved it with detailed flowers showing its expensive price.
“Young master Feng, do you need me to deliver this blade to your place?”
The Crimson Dragon Blade weighed two hundred and forty pounds; Zheng Dong Liu automatically assumed that Feng Fei Yun couldn’t hold it, so he asked the question.
“No need.”
After Feng Fei Yun paid the amount owed, he carried the blade in his hand and left the fifth floor.
Zheng Dong Liu was frightened by this sight. After a while, he regained his composure and mumbled:
“Strange, how strange. The idiot in the legend turned out to be an expert. How interesting, how interesting. It seems like I’ll have to sell this information to Feng Sui Yu; it would fetch a good price.”
“Master, this is the blade you have chosen?”
The two servants outside of the Yin Gou ward greeted Feng Fei Yun.
“It is only a broken blade, nothing to behold.”
Feng Fei Yun smilingly nodded, and he left to the outside.
Feng Ping and Feng An immediately chased after him, and they asked:
“Young master, where are we going?”
“Tea drinking!”
“The best tea house in Spirit State city is Zhu Jian pavilion, and the oldest one is the Jing Shui tea house. Which one do you want to go to?”
Feng Fei Yun didn’t answer, and he only kept walking. He swiftly passed through the ancient street even though he had a two hundred forty pound sabre on his back. His steps were as fast as lightning, making the two servants behind him run out of breath.
Today, his cultivation has reached the early Spirit Realm stage. In his Dantian existed a strand of spirit energy forming the inception of a small river; this was considered the first door to the cultivation world. Feng Fei Yun’s mood had never been better.
Crossing three big roads, Feng Fei Yun reached a small desolate alley.
At the end of the alley was an old, open-door tea house, and its roof was made out of straws. There were five old tables and next to that, a slanted desk with a sign written by charcoal: “Tea.”
Feng Ping and Feng An were heavily breathing; they watched Fei Yun from far away, and they noticed the old tea house. Their expressions were as if they had just reached an understanding.
“The young master didn’t come here to drink tea; he came here for the little miss Xiao Yu Er.”
Feng Ping devilishly smiled.
“Last time, the young master showed her mercy, so this time she can’t run away from the sun. Ha ha!”
Feng An also joined in with his evil laughs, causing a lot of commotion.
This tea house was where old man Luo and Xiao Yu Er worked at!
Feng Fei Yun, of course, wasn’t the same person who bullied both men and women, and he definitely wouldn’t ravage Xiao Yu Er. He only came here to see old man Luo’s injuries. In the end, this poor old man and granddaughter were all alone, without any backing, and they were bullied by his servants; of course, he felt responsible.
Giving them a bit of money would make their lives a lot better.
Feng Fei Yun’s eyes looked around and saw Xiao Yu Er in the tea house. She was making tea with her petite figure, slim, like a neighbor’s little sister; the gentle wind blew her blue ribbons back and forth on her head, her silky black hair scattered straight down, like a waterfall, and the wind also brought the scent of tea to the rest of the street.