Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 532 - 530: Filthy Rich and Overbearing

"Let’s go. We’re going in," Yue Haitang said when she noticed Luo Feng stopping suddenly.

"Alright."

Luo Feng glanced at Yue Haitang.

He noted that Yue Haitang and the others hadn’t paid any attention to the bronze tripod’s abnormality. It seemed only those with strong Soul Power could sense anything strange.

The two walked side by side beneath the bronze tripod and entered Linbao Pavilion.

Various weapons hung on the walls inside the pavilion: sabers, spears, swords, halberds, hammers, whips... All eighteen kinds of weapons were present, but most of them were swords.

For some unknown reason, most people in the True Martial Continent admired the Sword Dao, holding it in high esteem and considering all other Martial Arts second-rate.

Luo Feng disagreed with this.

The area was crowded with martial artists, all selecting their favored weapons.

Luo Feng looked at the weapon rack to the side and shook his head.

All these weapons are too ordinary, one could even say they’re subpar.

"Luo Feng, let’s go to the second floor," Yue Haitang said to Luo Feng, having looked around and found no weapon that satisfied her.

"Alright."

The two ascended the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor was somewhat spacious, with weapons hanging sparsely on the walls. Only a dozen or so martial artists were carefully choosing their weapons.

Luo Feng scrutinized these people. They all had a cultivation of at least the sixth level of the Meridian Wheel Realm; one among them was even a martial artist at the first level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. It seemed only those with some status could ascend to the second floor.

"What kind of weapons do you two need?" an attendant waiting nearby asked. Noticing Luo Feng and Yue Haitang’s distinguished air, he immediately greeted them warmly.

Yue Haitang responded, "I need a sword."

The attendant’s eyes lit up at the prospect of a sale. He pointed to a nearby weapon rack and said, "Esteemed guests, all these swords were forged by famous masters. They are all top quality."

While speaking, the attendant pulled out a sword, handed it over, and said, "This sword is named Mullet Water, forged from Limin mineral from the North Sea region. It can cut iron like mud! The price is two thousand taels of gold!"

Luo Feng took the sword and, with a CLANG, pulled it from its sheath.

Instantly, a chilling air filled the room. The pale blue light of the sword shimmered like water ripples, flowing through the surrounding space.

Looking at the sword’s edge, Luo Feng subtly shook his head.

This sword was indeed excellent, but only by worldly standards. Compared to Spirit Weapons, this sword is like scrap metal.

"Good sword!"

Just as Luo Feng was about to put the sword down, a voice called out from the side.

A middle-aged martial artist with a fleshy face strode forward, pointed to the Mullet Water sword in Luo Feng’s hand, and said to the attendant, "Attendant, I want this sword! Kid, hand over the sword."

The attendant’s face lit up; he would get a good commission for selling the sword.

The attendant was about to agree when Luo Feng suddenly sheathed the sword, looked at the middle-aged martial artist, and calmly said, "First come, first served. I’m buying this sword."

Hearing this, Yue Haitang gave Luo Feng a surprised look but said nothing.

The middle-aged martial artist’s thick eyebrows furrowed, and he scoffed, "I don’t understand this ’first come, first served.’ I only know that money talks! Kid, I advise you not to compete with me. I’ll offer double the price!"

The attendant was about to intervene and stop the two, but hearing the middle-aged martial artist’s words made his face freeze. "Double the price..."

"Exactly," the middle-aged martial artist nodded, glanced triumphantly at Luo Feng, and extended his hand. "Quick, give me the sword."

Luo Feng felt increasingly annoyed by the man’s tone. He hugged the sword to his chest and said with a faint smile, "Oh, ’money talks,’ does it? In that case, I offer three times."

The middle-aged martial artist had been certain Luo Feng would back down at double the price. Hearing his counter-offer, the man’s face stiffened. Anger flared in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and declared, "Four times!"

"Five times," Luo Feng calmly countered, raising the price to five times the original.

The attendant stood by, his face flushed with excitement, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

The Mullet Water sword was worth, at most, two or three thousand taels of gold. Now it had suddenly jumped to ten thousand taels—a complete reversal of fortune!

"Kid, are you determined to oppose me?" The middle-aged martial artist’s rage was so intense it felt like his hair would split his crown. His eyes turned red as he stared at Luo Feng, the air swirling around him, making his clothes flutter.

The surrounding martial artists saw this but weren’t alarmed.

The owner of Linbao Pavilion was rumored to be a mysterious expert. Once, two martial artists at the half-step Spiritual Rotation Realm fought here, and their corpses were found outside the city gates the next day. Hence, no one dared to cause trouble here.

Luo Feng looked at the middle-aged martial artist, his expression unwavering, and smirked, "You’re the one who said ’money talks.’ Is this all the courage you have?"

Hearing this, smiles appeared on the faces of the nearby people.

The phrase ’money talks’ was what the middle-aged martial artist himself had said, and now he was being beaten at his own game.

The middle-aged martial artist’s eyes twitched violently, and the fury in them burned like a raging inferno.

If they were anywhere else, he would have long since attacked and taught this insolent young man, who didn’t know his place, a lesson.

However, he too was wary of the owner of Linbao Pavilion.

"I offer ten times!" Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged martial artist waved his hand, directly raising the price to twenty thousand taels of gold! This was his absolute limit.

GASP! The surrounding martial artists sucked in a cold breath.

Ten times the price—that was twenty thousand taels of gold! This was no small sum. At double this price, one could buy an ordinary Spirit Weapon!

Just as everyone was waiting for Luo Feng to make his bid, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"You truly have a lot of silver, spending twenty thousand taels of gold on such an ordinary sword. Admirable! Admirable! This sword is yours." Luo Feng cupped his hands with a smile and placed the sword directly into the middle-aged martial artist’s hand.

"You... You tricked me!" Even an idiot would have realized by now that he’d been tricked. The middle-aged martial artist clutched the sword, his body trembling with rage.

Spending twenty thousand taels of gold on an ordinary treasured sword—even he felt like slapping himself.

"Kid, you just wait!" Finally, the middle-aged martial artist snarled an angry threat. He flung two gold notes at the attendant beside him and stormed downstairs, seething with rage.

"So, the young man was deliberately provoking him. TSK TSK, twenty thousand taels of gold for an ordinary treasured sword, now that’s really ’money talks’ for you."

"That guy was too arrogant. He just tried to take a sword someone else was looking at. Serves him right for being taught a lesson!"

"What you say is true. However, that young man might be in danger. I recognize that middle-aged martial artist; he’s the deputy leader of the Blue Tooth Adventure Group."

"The Blue Tooth Adventure Group!"

Hearing this, the nearby martial artists looked alarmed and stopped their discussion.

The leader of the Blue Tooth Adventure Group was a martial artist at the first level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. He was known for his ruthless methods and had quite a reputation in Wutie Town.

Luo Feng paid no attention to the others’ conversations. Having found no suitable sword on the second floor, he and Yue Haitang headed for the third.

"Luo Feng, I actually thought you’d taken a liking to that sword," Yue Haitang said, her bright eyes studying Luo Feng as they walked side by side.

She felt that being with Luo Feng, something new and interesting happened every day.

Luo Feng shook his head. "I was just annoyed by his attitude and wanted to teach him a lesson."

"Twenty thousand taels of gold—that was truly an expensive lesson. I believe he regrets it to his core now and will never forget it for the rest of his life."

Yue Haitang looked at Luo Feng, a smile playing on her lips. His unconventional actions always amused her.

Just then, they reached the staircase. Seeing they intended to go up, an attendant hurried forward.

"You two, the third floor isn’t accessible to just anyone."

Having sold an ordinary treasured sword for twenty thousand taels of gold, the attendant was overjoyed and treated Luo Feng with exceptional courtesy.

Luo Feng frowned slightly. "Why not?"

The attendant explained, "The third floor is reserved for Spirit Weapons. You can only go up with the Shopkeeper’s permission."

"Well then, go tell your Shopkeeper we want to buy Spirit Weapons," Yue Haitang interjected.

"You two want to buy Spirit Weapons?" The attendant was stunned. Spirit Weapons were astronomically priced; ordinary martial artists simply couldn’t afford them.

"Mm."

Seeing Luo Feng nod, the attendant was overjoyed. The commission from selling a Spirit Weapon was ten times that of a regular weapon.

"Please wait a moment, I’ll get the Shopkeeper immediately!"

With a hurried word, the attendant scampered downstairs, TAP TAP TAP.

Soon, the Shopkeeper of Linbao Pavilion hurried up. He was a portly man with an air of prosperity, dressed in luxurious attire. His smiling eyes gave an impression of affability.

Luo Feng, however, did not underestimate this man.

He sensed the man’s aura was no weaker than his own; he was likely an expert at the second level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm.

"You two wish to buy Spirit Weapons?" the Shopkeeper asked cheerfully as he approached, his eyes appraising Luo Feng and Yue Haitang.

"Indeed. Lead the way," Luo Feng said.

The Shopkeeper noted Luo Feng and Bing Ruolan’s extraordinary bearing and was mostly convinced of their intentions. He gestured with his right hand, "This way upstairs, please."

Luo Feng and his companion followed the Shopkeeper to the third floor.

The third floor was spacious. Besides several weapon racks, four guards with powerful auras stood watch in the surrounding shadows.

Luo Feng glanced at the four guards. These men had powerful auras, yet they stood so still they seemed to merge with their surroundings. An ordinary person would never have detected their presence.

All at the ninth level of the Meridian Wheel Realm... Luo Feng was inwardly stirred. It seemed this Linbao Pavilion was truly a place of hidden masters.

From the moment he stepped into Linbao Pavilion, he had felt a formidable aura enveloping the entire place. Clearly, a powerful expert was monitoring it, which was why no one dared cause trouble here.

"Esteemed guests, these are all the Spirit Weapons of our Linbao Pavilion. Please, feel free to look around..." the Shopkeeper said, walking beside Luo Feng.

"Alright."

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang walked towards the weapon racks.

There weren’t many weapons on the third floor, only twenty or thirty in total. However, every single one emanated fluctuations of Yuan Qi—they were all Spirit Weapons.

They approached a weapon rack. Yue Haitang reached out, took a sword from it, and slowly drew it.

Instantly, a green radiance flashed before their eyes, and a pervasive sharpness filled the air, causing the temperature on the third floor to plummet.

"Young Master has a discerning eye. This sword is named Qinglin, forged from Qingxuan Stone and the blood essence of a Cold Tiger Beast. The blade is three chi three cun long, the hilt six cun. It can draw blood without spilling; even if you were to dismember someone with it, not a single drop of blood would flow. Although it’s only a Grade One Spirit Weapon, it is a top-tier treasure among them. Its value is eighty thousand taels of gold," the Shopkeeper explained, standing nearby.

Hearing this, Luo Feng was inwardly startled. This Qinglin sword, merely a Grade One Spirit Weapon, was valued at eighty thousand taels of gold! That was nearly half of his entire fortune!

Thankfully, I obtained the Rage Flame Knife in the Secret Realm. Otherwise, just buying a weapon would have bankrupted me.

Martial Artists earned silver quickly, but they spent it like water. Pills, equipment, weapons, Yuan Stones, Secret Manuals—everything required vast amounts of wealth.

"It is indeed a good sword. Unfortunately, it’s not suitable for me..." Yue Haitang shook her head, sheathed the sword, and placed it back on the weapon rack, then continued to look at other weapons.

Luo Feng walked beside her, looking at the dazzling array of weapons. An idea struck him, and he fully released his Soul Power, examining each weapon one by one, his eyes as clear as water.

Linbao Pavilion truly lived up to its name as Wutie Town’s largest weapon shop. Every weapon on this third floor was a treasure; the quality of some was only slightly inferior to his Rage Flame Knife.

As his gaze swept across the hall, it suddenly fixed upon a crimson longsword. Huh! This sword... He couldn’t help but draw a soft breath.