Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 533 - 531: Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword

Ten steps away, on a weapon rack, lay a crimson longsword. Its hilt was dragon-shaped, and crimson scales covered the blade. The surrounding Fire Yuan Qi was exceptionally active.

The moment Luo Feng’s gaze fell upon the sword’s blade, an inexplicable palpitation surged from deep within him, as if something yearned to leap out of his body.

This feeling...

A thought struck Luo Feng. He remembered feeling the same palpitation when Tie Cheng had given him the crimson gemstone, but he had disregarded it because too many things had happened during his journey.

Looking at the crimson longsword, Luo Feng hesitated for a moment before instilling it with his Soul Power.

BUZZ...

As soon as his Soul Power entered the crimson longsword, Luo Feng felt as if he were engulfed in a sea of fire. His perception filled with crimson, and between heaven and earth, a furious, crimson dragon thrashed about before suddenly rushing towards him.

"L Luo Feng..."

A sudden voice from the side jolted Luo Feng back to reality. He turned his head to see Yue Haitang standing next to him.

"What’s wrong? Why are you drenched in sweat?" Yue Haitang looked worriedly at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng recalled the image of the raging dragon lunging at him, and his heart still pounded.

Taking a deep breath, he withdrew his Soul Power and shook his head, smiling, "I’m fine."

Meanwhile, Luo Feng quietly observed Yue Haitang and the Shopkeeper of Linbao Pavilion nearby. Seeing their indifference, he thought to himself: It seems they can’t sense the peculiarity of this sword.

When Yue Haitang saw that Luo Feng looked normal again, he sighed in relief and said with a smile, "You suddenly froze in place just now; it frightened me."

Luo Feng concealed his thoughts and asked, "See any sword you like?"

Yue Haitang’s brows furrowed slightly as he shook his head.

Most of these swords were First-Grade Spirit Weapons. The few Second-Grade Spirit Swords available were not of exceptional quality either.

"Let’s take a look over there," Luo Feng stated casually, walking towards the weapon rack where the crimson longsword was kept.

As he gazed at the crimson longsword, a sparkle glinted in Luo Feng’s eyes.

He didn’t have much knowledge of Spirit Weapons, but since this sword could affect his spirit, it was undoubtedly no ordinary item.

Temporarily ignoring the crimson longsword, Luo Feng casually picked up a nearby Second-Grade Spirit Sword and asked, "Shopkeeper, how much is this sword?"

The Shopkeeper glanced at the sword in Luo Feng’s hand and said with a smile, "This Snow Yun Sword was forged by a Third-Grade Forging Master and is a top-tier item among Second-Grade Spirit Weapons, valued at 280,000 taels."

Yue Haitang was captivated by the sword Luo Feng held. It was four feet long, three fingers wide, with a beautiful pale blue sheath. He was about to agree to buy it when Luo Feng placed the sword back on the weapon rack.

"280,000 taels... too expensive." Luo Feng shook his head and returned the sword.

The Shopkeeper, adept at reading expressions, had assumed the two would surely buy the Snow Yun Sword. He was surprised when Luo Feng directly returned it and hurriedly said, "The price can be negotiated. How about this, I’ll give you the lowest price: 240,000 taels!"

Luo Feng smirked inwardly. As expected, merchants are always shrewd. If my real target had been the Snow Yun Sword, I might have readily paid 280,000 taels of gold.

However, his actual target was the crimson longsword.

Shaking his head, Luo Feng walked to the side. He casually picked up the crimson longsword and remarked, "This sword looks good."

Having learned his lesson, the Shopkeeper dared not quote an exorbitant price and explained, "This sword is named the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword, a Second-Grade Spirit Weapon. It’s said that during the forging of this sword from its ore, incessant dragon roars were heard. Some rumored that the ore had been quenched in Dragon Blood. It’s worth 250,000 taels of gold."

"Dragon Blood?" A glint flashed in Luo Feng’s eyes, reminding him of the furious dragon he had seen thrashing between heaven and earth.

"Dragon beasts have only ever existed in ancient texts. Such rumors are absurd." Shaking his head, Luo Feng made a motion as if to return the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword.

The Shopkeeper inwardly cursed his luck. He had hoped to use this rumor to inflate the sword’s value and secure a better price. He never expected it to backfire; he himself didn’t believe the rumor about the Dragon Blood infusion.

Seeing Luo Feng about to put the sword down, the Shopkeeper knew that if he didn’t speak up, he would likely lose the sale. "Young Master, indeed, the Dragon Blood rumor is unbelievable. However, this sword is definitely a Second-Grade Spirit Weapon. One price: 200,000 taels. How about it?"

"200,000 taels..." Luo Feng feigned hesitation, but inwardly, he was ecstatic.

Generally, Second-Grade Spirit Weapons are valued around 200,000 taels. But this sword is different. The Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword might have been infused with Dragon Blood, as the rumors suggested. If anyone knew this, its value could exceed 300,000 taels, perhaps even more!

Of course, what Luo Feng didn’t realize was that only those with powerful Soul Power could perceive the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword’s anomaly. To others, this sword was no different from an ordinary Second-Grade Spirit Weapon.

"Alright, I’ll take this sword."

"Thank you, Young Master." The Shopkeeper, who had been worried Luo Feng wouldn’t buy the sword, immediately nodded in agreement upon hearing his words.

Yue Haitang had initially preferred the Snow Yun Sword, but seeing Luo Feng satisfied with the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword, he said no more. He took out a stack of gold banknotes and handed them to the Shopkeeper.

"Let’s go." Luo Feng took the sword, and together with Yue Haitang, they headed downstairs.

This kid is really a handful, the Shopkeeper thought, watching Luo Feng and Yue Haitang leave and shaking his head.

Looking at the gold banknotes in his hand, a smile spread across his plump face. 200,000 taels in gold banknotes, and he didn’t even bat an eye. I wonder which wealthy family’s young master he is.

WHOOSH!

As soon as the words left his mouth, a figure appeared beside the Shopkeeper. It was a middle-aged man dressed in a blue brocade robe.

The Shopkeeper sensed his arrival and turned. Seeing the middle-aged man, he said respectfully, "Elder Qi."

Elder Qi nodded, looked towards the stairwell, and said with a shake of his head and a smile, "Hong Fu, you were fooled by that kid."

The Shopkeeper asked, puzzled, "How so?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Elder Qi said, "What that young man truly wanted was the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword. His initial inquiry about the Snow Yun Sword was merely a feint to make you lower your guard. Even if you had quoted 280,000 taels of gold, he probably still would have bought it."

Hearing this, the fat on the Shopkeeper’s face quivered. He dared not doubt Elder Qi’s words.

Elder Qi was the true owner of Linbao Pavilion. Even though Hong Fu himself was a Spiritual Rotation Realm Level Two expert, he couldn’t discern Elder Qi’s cultivation, only knowing him to be unfathomably profound.

Since Elder Qi said the young man wanted the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword, there could be no mistake.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, and the Shopkeeper’s earlier delight vanished instantly. He asked, "Could it be that the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword is special in some way?"

Elder Qi shook his head. "That, I do not know. However, I sensed that the young man seemed to have noticed something."

How is that possible? If even you, Elder Qi, couldn’t sense anything, how could that boy... the Shopkeeper thought, somewhat skeptical.

Elder Qi interrupted him, "Don’t underestimate that young man. The moment he stepped into Linbao Pavilion, he sensed my presence. It seems he also sensed something about the Three-Legged Beast Ding. This person is definitely not simple."

HISS! The Shopkeeper drew in a sharp breath of cold air. Elder Qi concealed his aura so well that even he, Hong Fu, couldn’t detect it. Yet that boy, merely fifteen or sixteen years old, had actually discovered it!

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang left Linbao Pavilion. It was already afternoon.

"Here’s your sword." Luo Feng handed the sword to Yue Haitang.

He had just infused his Soul Power into the sword and had experienced the same illusion each time. Apart from that, it seemed to have no other special features.

Yue Haitang received the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword and asked, "Luo Feng, why did you insist on buying this sword? I think the Snow Yun Sword is more beautiful."

Luo Feng laughed. "Why does a Martial Artist need such a pretty sword? It’s not like you’re a woman."

"Hmph! I like it, can’t I?" Yue Haitang huffed.

"Alright, alright, have it your way." Luo Feng shook his head and said, "I can’t explain the exact reason, but I can assure you, the quality of this Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword far surpasses that of the Snow Yun Sword. Even among Second-Grade Spirit Weapons, this one is of the highest quality."

"Really? Let me try it." Hearing Luo Feng’s claim, Yue Haitang couldn’t wait to test the sword’s power. He turned and walked toward a nearby alley.

Entering the alley, Yue Haitang gripped the hilt with his right hand and slowly drew the sword.

HUM!

As the sword was drawn from its sheath, a soft hum resonated, like a dragon’s cry.

Simultaneously, a scorching aura radiated outwards, causing the air around the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword to distort violently.

"What a fine sword!" Yue Haitang’s face lit up with pleasant surprise. The moment the sword was unsheathed, he immediately felt his spirit connect tightly with it. As a Martial Artist specializing in the Sword Dao, he understood what this signified.

This sword was just as Luo Feng had said: a top-quality item among Second-Grade Spirit Weapons, far surpassing the Snow Yun Sword!

"Luo Feng, you still claim you don’t understand Spirit Weapons? You were deliberately trying to make a fool of me, weren’t you!" Yue Haitang sheathed the sword and turned to look at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng chuckled. "It was just a lucky guess."

Yue Haitang pursed his lips, clearly not believing the explanation. A lucky guess... Just as he was about to press further, a voice suddenly interjected from nearby.

"CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. ’Not bad, not bad at all. Truly a fine sword,’" a man said, clapping as he emerged from deeper within the alley.

Luo Feng and Yue Haitang both turned their gazes into the alley.

About a hundred meters away in the shadows stood a dozen figures, each bearing a Blue Tooth insignia on their chest. The leader was a square-faced, thick-browed man, the same middle-aged Martial Artist holding a blue sword whom they had encountered earlier in Linbao Pavilion.

Luo Feng glanced at these people, his expression calm.

When the middle-aged Martial Artist had left Linbao Pavilion, Luo Feng had faintly overheard some of their conversation. So, this development wasn’t surprising.

Beside him, Yue Haitang frowned and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"What do we want? Don’t play dumb. Weren’t you insufferably arrogant in Linbao Pavilion earlier? Try being arrogant now."

The middle-aged Martial Artist stepped forward, a sneer playing on his lips. His tiger-like eyes, burning with fury, glared at Luo Feng.

When his gaze fell upon the Red Dragon Purple Gold Sword in Yue Haitang’s hand, an intense greed surfaced in his eyes.

A Second-Grade Spirit Weapon! This was a treasure he had always dreamed of possessing.

"Heh, kid, you dared to oppose our Blue Tooth Adventure Group. Today, you’ll have to leave something behind if you want to walk away!"

The members of the Blue Tooth Adventure Group, weapons in hand, emerged from the shadows, their faces contorted into menacing glares fixed on Luo Feng and Yue Haitang.

Not only from within the alley, but figures also approached from the street outside, forming a pincer movement, clearly intending to trap the two.

Courting death... Luo Feng shook his head, preparing to deal with them, when a cold shout suddenly rang out from the alley’s entrance:

"Stop!"