Chapter 9: Six-Sectioned Broadsword? Dragon Sparrow Sword!

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  Yan Qing directly forgot his own ill intentions and instead pushed all the blame onto Shen Cong's body, thinking that everything was Shen Cong's fault.

  "You can't escape the temple even if you run, monk! Do you think you can hide from me and keep all that money for yourself? I was going to let you off with just half, but now it seems I was too kind. This time, I'll make sure you spit out every last penny, and suffer a beating as well. Otherwise, how can I vent my anger?" A sinister smile spread across Yan Qing's face.

  A small martial arts training ground of the Luoshui Sect, there were not many people here, only a few. Whenever an outer sect disciple passing by looked over here, their eyes would involuntarily reveal a hint of caution.

  Yan Qing looked at the few figures inside who were practicing martial arts, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked in. Shen Cong was able to obtain such a batch of demon beast materials while avoiding his capture, so his strength must not be weak. If he found an ordinary outer sect disciple, it may not necessarily achieve the goal.

  If it were in the past, Yan Qing would have laughed it off. But today, for some reason, there was a fire burning in his heart. Why should a newcomer who had only been here for half a year get such a large sum of money? The key point was that he still ignored himself, and simply didn't know how to live or die. Since that's the case, then find someone who can kill him off.

  "Are you looking for me?" Sun Lin looked at Yan Qing calmly. "I have a lot of things to attend to, and if you can't give me a very good reason, I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to leave here today!"

  Yan Qing was shocked in his heart, not expecting the person in front of him to be even more overbearing than the rumors. However, fortunately, there was indeed good news, and Yan Qing's heart was not afraid. Moreover, being so overbearing, wouldn't it be even more wonderful to divert the disaster to Shen Cong?

  At this point, Yan Qing's face couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile. "If nothing is wrong, how dare I come to disturb Brother Sun."

  "So you'd better say something!"

  "The Outer Gate Grand Competition is about to begin, and Brother Sun, as the most promising outer gate disciple..."

  "Get straight to the point. I don't want to hear any empty or nonsense words, because that's a waste of my time. Can you understand?" Sun Lin furrowed his brow.

  "The things for cultivation are very expensive, but I have a method that can get several thousand taels of silver tickets at once, which is enough for Sun Shixiong to cultivate with peace of mind in the following time without worrying about other things!" Yan Qing was shocked and quickly said all the words.

  "Thousands of taels of silver notes?" Sun Lin's eyes lit up involuntarily. Cultivation required a huge amount of money, and although Sun Lin was very powerful, the money on him was only enough for barely sufficient use, and sometimes there wasn't even enough, so he had to think of extra ways to get it, which delayed his cultivation time.

  "Yes, today I saw Shen selling a lot of beast materials and a rare herb at a pharmacy..." Seeing Sun Lin's interest, Yan Qing couldn't help but feel happy, recounting the events of the day, of course, without mentioning his own humiliation.

  Sun Lin listened quietly, looking at Yan Qing, a hint of a strange smile appeared on his face, and Yan Qing felt somewhat unusual under Sun Lin's gaze.

  "Trouble water moves, I suppose you must have eaten a loss and that's why you're coming to find me!" Sun Lin said. Just as Yan Qing was about to retort, Sun Lin directly waved his hand to interrupt, "I need the two taels of silver very much, this point you've done well. But you dare to scheme against me, if I don't give you some punishment, it's probably not okay!"

  Yan Qing heard the first half of the sentence and felt a slight relief in his heart, but after hearing the second half, his face changed. Before he could even explain himself, a palm was already striking towards him. The wind from the palm made Yan Qing feel suffocated, and almost instinctively, he pushed both hands forward with all his might, unleashing the most powerful punch of his life.

  Under the pressure of the crisis, Yan Qing's heart was also somewhat proud of using such a move, but before this pride had time to spread, severe pain came from his arm. Almost without any resistance, he flew out and spat out a mouthful of blood directly.

  "This is the punishment." Sun Lin calmly withdrew his hand, and Yan Qing of the second stage of Qi Refining was unable to block Sun Lin's palm strength. Sun Lin's power was unimaginable among outer sect disciples.

  "Bastard!" Yan Qing glared at Sun Lin with red eyes, but didn't have the slightest courage to stand up and resist, could only stare blankly, and even that had to be done secretly. Next, Yan Qing shifted this hatred onto Shen Cong's body, Sun Lin couldn't be avenged, so Yan Qing could only double his resentment towards Shen Cong.

  Shen Cong didn't mind what had happened on the street earlier and had already forgotten about it. Now he was in a weapon shop. This weapon shop was one of the most famous shops in the entire town, having been around for over 300 years, enough time for a dynasty to rise and fall.

  Shen Cong wanted a weapon, his body's abnormal changes made his strength far surpass that of martial artists of the same level. Especially as his cultivation increased, his strength would continue to rise. Choosing a weapon, especially one suitable for chopping and slashing, was a good choice for Shen Cong, and sometimes it could also be used to conceal the abnormalities in his body.

  "This young hero, would you like a weapon or armor? The things we have here are the best in the whole town." The shop owner came up, looking very enthusiastic.

  "These things outside won't do, take me to a practical place." With just a few glances, Shen Cong could see the clumsiness of the weapons and armor on display, although they looked shiny on the surface, but absolutely couldn't withstand any chopping or slashing.

  The shop owner's face didn't change color, and he directly led Shen Cong to the back of the head. The weapons outside were indeed inferior goods, all sold to the rich family children in the city for decoration and show-off purposes. A true martial artist would know at a glance that these weapons were not durable, so the boss didn't seem surprised.

  "These are all our fine products, the prices are a bit higher than outside." Inside it looks more like a workshop, with craftsmen directly forging weapons next to you, and many arms hanging on the walls. Looks ancient, but the quality is absolutely top-notch.

  He casually touched a few pieces of armor, and Shen Cong gave up. The defense of the armor here was not as good as his own body, and buying it would be a burden. He could only choose a weapon then. As for the weapon, Shen Cong had already thought about it earlier - a knife. A heavy knife that excelled at chopping, which could bring out his advantages.

  "I want a good knife, but none of them here meet my expectations!" Shen Cong said, turning his head.

  "It seems that the young master has high requirements, but as long as you have money, we can let you choose a satisfactory weapon here. Come on, bring out the few treasured knives!" The shop owner shouted, and after a while, several people brought out three long boxes, which seemed to be quite heavy from their carrying posture.

  Three boxes were opened at the same time, and Shen Cong's eyes involuntarily lit up slightly. Indeed, they were all good weapons, although they were just ordinary human artifacts, but there was also something extraordinary about them. Shen Cong bent down to pick up one of the heaviest weapons, swinging it casually in his hand a few times, with bursts of cold light splashing out in all directions, startling several people around him to retreat hastily.

  "It's a bit light, is there a heavier one?" The knife was good, but Shen Cong still felt it was a bit light, and a bit heavier would be better. However, if they really didn't have any in stock, this one could do.

  "Is that still not enough?" The shop owner was extremely surprised, he had already seen that Shen Cong had not used his true energy before, it was purely ** power. And the fact that his own strength alone was so astonishing, was indeed somewhat frightening.

  "None?" Shen seemed slightly disappointed.

  The shop owner seemed hesitant, "It exists, but that knife has been sealed away for a long time. It was forged by my grandfather's generation and had a special mineral added to it. Not only is it extremely heavy, but once infused with true energy, its weight will continue to increase, making it impossible for anyone to buy."

  "Infusing true energy, yet the weight increases?" Shen Cong was somewhat surprised. Generally, infusing true energy into a weapon would only increase its toughness and sharpness, although some treasured weapons might have other special effects. However, becoming heavier was something he had never heard of before. Low-level warriors couldn't even use it. A mortal's weapon like this was only suitable for low-level warriors to use. Powerful warriors would all go seek a treasured weapon. Treasured weapons and mortal weapons had huge differences, so this kind of weapon became somewhat useless, or else it wouldn't have been idle for such a long time.

  "Take it out and let me see." His own strength far surpassed that of his peers, perhaps he could pick up a treasure.

  Again, several people went to lift it, but this time it was obviously much slower, and when they finally lifted it out, they were a bit clumsy. They put it on the ground, and even made a dull thud. The box creaked open, revealing an ancient, large knife lying quietly inside.

  The shape of this knife is somewhat different from the traditional sense of a knife, and it looks more like the weapon used by the protagonist in an animation Shen Cong saw in his previous life - Six-Sectioned Knife! However, that knife was composed of six knives, while this one has only one, with a completely straight back, very suitable for chopping.

  He bent down to pick up the knife, and Shen Cong's arm hesitated for a moment, but he still picked it up with one hand. Others who saw Shen Cong actually picking up the weapon without using true energy showed surprise on their faces, and even the experienced boss was no exception.

  Shen Cong tried to infuse some true energy, and the knife actually became a bit heavier. As the true energy continued to flow in, the weapon became heavier and heavier. A dense and heavy aura spread around the air, and some shop assistants who sensed something was wrong quickly retreated far away.

  "Wait, young hero! Testing your sword here will destroy the place!" The boss rushed forward to stop him, his forehead already covered in sweat.

  "This knife I'll take, how much money!" Shen Cong's face revealed a satisfied smile, coming here today was indeed not in vain, otherwise he wouldn't have met this knife. Gently rubbing the back of the knife, the blade actually had a slight tremble.

  "Our ancestors once instructed that if someone could pick up this knife and use it, it would be given to them for free. Young hero, this knife now belongs to you."

  "Free?" Shen Zong was somewhat surprised, and then took out a 500-tael silver note from his pocket and put it on the table. "Is there any of that mineral used to forge this weapon back then? I want some."

  The boss looked at the silver notes on the table, 500 taels, which could buy a top-grade mortal soldier's weapon. Whether this giant blade was worth this price or not, the boss didn't know, but at least he wouldn't lose out.

  "Wait, my ancestor had hidden one piece away. I'll go get it." The boss hurried off and reappeared after a while with a black mineral in his hand. "No one knows what kind of mineral this is. We've had countless people appraise it, but to no avail. Moreover, it looks just like an ordinary rock."

  "Does this sword have a name?"

  "No, our ancestors didn't have surnames back then."

  "Doesn't it have a name?" Looking at the large knife in his hand, Shen Cong's face revealed a hint of a smile. "Then from now on, you'll be called Dragon Bird Knife!"

  "Clang!"

  The sword body is long and narrow!