The Monk

Chapter 32 Sending the Sword

Looking at the world, any sect or family of cultivation, the Jindan stage masters are definitely the backbone. The cultivation below the foundation building stage is too low. The Yuanying stage is powerful, but there are too few people, and they are not bound by constraints, and they act completely on their own. Therefore, the top-level disciples of the foundation building stage are particularly precious, but such a precious disciple was not accepted by Tianlei Mountain. No wonder he was surprised.

He was surprised, and the masters of Tianlei Mountain were probably more surprised. A cowardly disciple of the middle stage of Qi training, who was guarding the gate of the Ten Thousand Beasts Cave, suddenly broke through two levels in a short period of time, and then entered the Ziguang Pavilion, practiced for more than a month and went down the mountain to experience, and now in a few months, he has become a top-level disciple of the foundation building stage. Who wouldn’t be surprised?

Wu Laoguai didn't know this. He thought Zhang Pa was at odds with Tianlei Mountain, or that he couldn't become his disciple for other reasons. He wanted to recruit him and said softly, "Brother, I see that you have some talent in refining weapons. Why don't you come to Bailian Valley as a guest? There is nothing else in the valley, but there are still some methods of refining weapons. As long as you are willing to stay in the valley, Wu promises to tell you all these methods one by one, and never keep them to yourself. What do you think, brother?"

Zhang Pa didn't know why he was so good to him. He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't say it. Just as he was hesitating, Wang Miao ran over and said, "Brother Zhang, can you also refine magic weapons?" He picked up a fine iron sword and looked at it, praising it, "It's really well refined. Brother, can you sell me one? I don't have such a good magic weapon yet."

"Is it well refined? If you like it, just take it, no need to buy it." Zhang Pa said.

"Really? Thank you so much, Senior Brother. I want this one, no, this one... No, I still want this one..." Wang was overwhelmed by the choices, and Wang Ying also ran over: "I want one too, Senior Brother, you can't be partial." Zhang Pa smiled and said, "Okay, you pick one." Wang Yuan also wanted one, but they had just met for a short time, and he hesitated to want it, but was embarrassed to go forward. Zhang Pa saw his appearance and called him, "Senior Brother Wang, if you don't mind my poor level of refining, you can also pick one? And Senior Brother Sun, let's go together." Sun Ziqi was very arrogant, but he didn't have a mid-level magic weapon for foundation building, and he couldn't save face when he thought about it. Although these magic swords were made of fine iron, they were extremely pure, without a trace of impurities. The fine fire furnace and refining cauldron used for refining were all top-level treasures. The cauldron was embedded with auxiliary formations, carved with lightning, and the refined swords were as thin as silk, crystal clear and sharp, and were definitely not ordinary magic weapons. Wang Yuan was happy to hear Zhang Pa's call and stepped forward. He took two steps and saw that his grandson didn't move. Knowing that he was very proud, he turned around and pulled him, saying, "Don't be stunned. If you are one step later, the good sword will be picked up by Junior Brother Wang."

Four disciples of Xianyun Valley stood in front of Zhang Pa to pick swords and called Zhang Pa as brothers, which made Wu Laoguai unsure. He turned around and talked to someone in the crowd, "Fellow Daoist Wang Hezun, that weapon-refining disciple is not from your Xianyun Valley, right?"

Wang Hezun, whose name was called, had an ordinary appearance, ordinary height, ordinary fatness, and was very ordinary. He replied, "That's not the case. He is a good friend of my son. He plans to invite him back to Xianyun Valley to stay for a while after the auction."

There were many Qi Refining and Foundation Building disciples in the crowd. They were very excited to see others choosing magic swords. One of them boldly asked, "Excuse me, Senior Brother, are you selling the magic swords you refine?"

Most of the low-level disciples, except those with good family background or good luck, are not very suitable for the magic weapons they use. If Zhang Pa sells them cheaply, it would be nice to buy one back, especially since these magic swords are well-refined. Many people asked about the price at once.

Zhang Pa did not expect this to happen, and was a little overjoyed. Of course he wanted to sell the magic sword, but he did not know how much to set the price, and was a little overwhelmed. At this time, Wang Miao selected the magic sword and played with it in his hand. Zhang Pa pulled him over and asked in a low voice: "How much can this sword sell for?"

Wang Miao calculated and said: "At least 100 spirit stones, I don't know much." He pulled Wang Yuan over and asked, Wang Yuan said: "The fine iron magic sword should be able to sell for 120 spirit stones, and the black iron one is less, about 80 spirit stones."

"So expensive? A pile of broken ore with a few spirit stones is so expensive after being refined into a magic weapon?" Zhang Pa couldn't believe it.

Wang Yuan analyzed it for him: "The material is average, but the other aspects, such as the fire source, the cauldron, the purity and the refining technique, are all top-notch. One hundred and twenty spirit stones is still a conservative price."

Zhang Pa looked at the low-level disciples who were asking for the price, and remembered that he had not seen the appearance of a magic weapon when he reached the high level of Qi Refining. He sighed slightly, and waited for his grandson Qiqi and others to choose the magic swords, and said loudly: "The fine iron sword is sixty spirit stones, and the black iron sword is thirty spirit stones."

"So cheap?" Wang Miao was afraid that he would suffer a loss.

The low-level disciples around heard that the price was so low, and they shouted: "I want two." "I want three."

Zhang Pa put away all the flying swords and said loudly: "Each person can only buy one, the fine iron flying sword is sixty spirit stones, and the black iron spirit stone is thirty spirit stones. Don't fight for it, line up to buy it."

At that moment, the low-level disciples lined up to buy swords, and it was lively. There were two people in the crowd, wearing bronze masks, who were unusually calm. They looked at each other, walked out lightly, and disappeared.

In a short while, thirty-seven black iron swords and twenty-eight fine iron swords were sold out, and they were exchanged for 2,790 spirit stones. Zhang Pa sighed: "This is too fast to make money." Wu Laoguai is good at refining instruments and knows a lot about cauldrons. When Zhang Pa was refining magic instruments, he noticed that the refining cauldron was a bit mysterious and strange, and he wanted to see it for a long time. He didn't expect that there would be an episode of selling swords in the middle. After waiting for him to deal with the flying sword, he walked up and said: "I wonder if you can lend me the refining cauldron to see it?"

Zhang Weijing hesitated and refused directly: "Senior Wu, I'm sorry, this cauldron is very important to me." After the words came out, everyone present was stunned. They regarded him as a monster, and they said this because they suspected that there was something wrong with their head. The old weirdo Wu was an elder in Bailian Valley, with a mid-level cultivation level in the alchemy stage. He asked a low-level disciple to borrow something, but he was refused, especially in public, as he clearly wanted to offend others.

Even the old monster Wu himself did not expect to be rejected. His eyes instantly turned cold, and then he returned to his normal smile and said, "I am the one who was abrupt. My fellow Taoist has an upright and straightforward personality. I like it very much. I must go to Bailian Valley after Yueshangji." Turn around and let Wu do what he wants to do as a landlord."

When these words came out, everyone in the room looked at Zhang Awei as if he were dead. There was no need for a master in the alchemy stage to talk down to a low-level disciple. Especially when he said he was doing his best to be a landlord, it was very funny. The difference between the first level in the world of immortality is essentially thousands of miles apart, not to mention the difference in realm. To exaggerate, someone could kill you with just a breath.

Zhang Wen didn't understand this and said, "We'll talk about it later in the Yue Shang Market." His indifference angered the old wizard even more, and he completely lost his intention to recruit. He was thinking about how to deal with Zhang Wen, at least to seize the cauldron and educate him. After a meal, if he is still ignorant, it is not difficult to kill him. It’s just that I can’t take action on the grassland, what should I do if there are people from his master’s sect? We can’t be careless, we have to take a long-term approach.

Evil thoughts arose in his mind, but he said with a smile on his face: "Wu says goodbye. If you have anything you don't understand, fellow Taoist, you can always come to me." After saying that, he turned and left. Most of the others looked at Zhang Afraid and followed him away. Not long after, only Zhang Afraid, Wang Miao and other Xianyungu disciples were left. Wang Hezun said: "Wang Miao, why don't you leave?" Wang Miao replied: "Dad, I'll stay a little longer." Wang Hezun looked at Zhang Afraid and then at Wang Miao. He had just received a benefit from someone else, so he couldn't do anything too ugly. He warned: "Go back early." He ducked and ran away.

After everyone left, Wang Miao said anxiously: "Are you really not understanding or are you pretending not to understand? Why did you offend someone for nothing?" "Offend someone? Who did I offend?" Zhang Ping's simplicity surprised Wang Miao. He said angrily: "Who are you offending? Don't you know that you have offended Old Monster Wu?" Zhang Ain thought for a moment and said, "Just because you didn't lend him something, you offended him? It's not like that, you are so stingy?" "Isn't this stingy? The stingy thing is that you refuted his face in public!" Wang Miao became even more angry.

Zhang Ain thought about it carefully and realized that what he did just now was wrong. He panicked and asked Wang Miao: "What should I do?"