After the auction, the two children headed to the lobby on the 2nd floor to complete the administration of buying and selling auction items.
At that moment, Manager Luo was seen serving customers. Yuan Fen and Yi Zan patiently waited for their turn to be served.
Suddenly, "Miss Zuo and Brother Wang, we meet here again," Ruan Ceng said in greeting.
The two children turned and looked at the young master. "I heard that the three types of talismans auctioned off earlier belonged to you. Perfect quality items," Ruan Ceng added with praise.
"Thank you for helping us, Bro Ruan Ceng. We're delighted with the price we got," Yuan Fen said with a smile.
Ruan Ceng offered a favour, "Actually, what are your plans next? If you want to take a tour of our Treasure Hall, I'd be happy to help,"
Excited!
"I want to buy a sword to practice with. But the prices of items in this place are quite high. So, I must choose one that suits my financial capabilities," Yuan Fen said.
He pondered for a while, then said. "Don't worry. I'll take you on a tour to choose a suitable sword," Ruan Ceng offered.
As they spoke, a pair of eyes silently watched Yuan Fen and Yi Zan.
It was time for payment.
"Little lord and lady, this spatial ring contains 1303 Demi-grade energy stones worth. Of course, we have reduced the cost by 247 stones for the Treasure Hall and 100 energy stones for the purchase of Light Cyperus grass," explained Manager Luo, the value of the financial transaction received by Yuan Fen.
With sufficient finances, it was undoubtedly time for the two children to shop. "Come on, let's buy the things you need, Big Brother," Yi Zan said.
Ruan Ceng was meticulous in finding solutions to help Yuan Fen choose a sword that suited his cultivation ability, which was currently at Mortal Realm 4 and still struggling to reach Mortal Realm 5.
"I have the best choice for you, Bro Yuan Fen," Ruan Ceng said while taking charge.
She gave the code to a servant girl in the room, who quickly retrieved a box and handed it to Ruan Ceng.
"Here are the items, Young Master," the servant girl said as she saluted.
Ruan Ceng immediately opened the box. Carefully, he took out a series of combat equipment sets needed by a cultivator.
"This sword is made from real steel specially forged by our Treasure Hall Blacksmith. The armour is also made of steel wire that can withstand the thrusts and slashes of ordinary swords and Mortal Grade Demi rank spirit swords. "
"These shoes are made of Snow Wolf leather, so they will provide a light impact when worn and can increase the wearer's speed."
"These gloves are also made of quality steel fibres. By using them, the amount of power the wearer generates will increase greatly," Ruan Ceng explained.
All the items offered were low-level Mortal Demi spirit equipment. Even without symbols and talismans, the abilities of this equipment already belonged to a very significant set.
Yuan Fen was excited but took heart. He almost whispered. "Don't mess around, Bro Ruan Ceng. I don't have enough energy stones to pay for these four items,"
Ruan Ceng understood the situation of the two children. He persuaded after sighing. "Look, brothers, "I admit the price of these four items is 2000 energy stones, and I won't use my authority to give a discount."
Yi Zan, however, tried to argue, "2000 energy stones is a huge amount. I don't think my brother can pay even if he gets credit for these items."
"Wait, I'm not done yet, Miss Zuo. Doesn't Bro Yuan Fen have some energy stones from the auction right now? The Treasure Hall will accept the payment of 1000 energy stones first. In the future, Bro Wang can bring the Class 2 Quasi Perfect Talisman and sell it to us at the Hall of Treasures."
Isn't this a favourable transaction for both parties?" Ruan Ceng smiled as if he had won an argument. He hoped the excellent relationship between the two sides would benefit the Hall of Treasures.
Yuan Fen and Yi Zan had a look. They nodded and decided. "Alright, then, we agree," Yuan Fen said.
Yuan Fen immediately tried on the armour installed in the Hall of Treasures' dressing room. The moment the armour was put on, it was as if it instantly attached to his body and adjusted to Yuan Fen's body size. Soon, he put on the worker disciple's clothes again to layer the armour.
The gloves were tested by being worn, and it felt like they instantly fused with Yuan Fen's hands. After a while, the appearance of the gloves faded and merged with the skin of Yuan Fen's hands. Once in the shoes, the boy thought his body became lighter and his steps faster.
He then kept the sword in the spatial ring the Treasure Hall gave him.
After testing all the equipment he had, Yuan Fen met Yi Zan and Ruan Ceng with a happy face.
"Finally, are you guys satisfied, especially Bro Yuan Fen?" said Ruan Ceng. The two children had a good relationship with the Sword Sect's Symbol Master. Everything related to Symbol Master was a very favourable thing. Ruan Ceng smiled triumphantly.
Yuan Fen and Yi Zan excused themselves after the transaction was completed.
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As they left the Treasure Hall, Mr. Ye and Manager Luo had a discussion.
"I'm worried to see two young children carrying quite a lot of treasures. Although Yuan Fen's Stone Energy has 303 stones left, I don't believe that there must be treasures of various high-level Talismans in the little girl's spatial ring," said Mr. Ye.
"That's right. Isn't that little girl the granddaughter of the Cloud Sword Sect's Green Peak Master? She certainly has a lot of treasures. People today are unpredictable. Exposing when they were at the administration desk revealed who the seller of the 3 Pseudo Perfect talismans was, right? Many people with bad intentions around here must be spying on them," Mr. Ye told Manager Luo.
Mr Ye acted immediately by ordering Ruan Ceng to tail the two children.
"Ceng Er, I expect you to follow where they go. Please follow them until they arrive at Cloud Sword Sect Mountain. ''
Ruan Cen herself immediately rushed out of the Treasure Hall to follow the two children. Two long sword blades hung at the young man's waist.
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Elsewhere, in a corner of Morning Star City, in the Dark Market, a shadowy figure flashed by an old and gloomy-looking clothing shop.
"The shop owner made the special order for funeral clothes directly," the man said.
The shop assistant gave him a probing look and then, without saying much, escorted the man into the shop's interior to a dark room. The dark room had only chairs and tables. There were no decorations of any kind.
"What kind of order?" a shadowless voice broke the silence.
"The targets are Yuan Fen and Zuo Fenyin, a 13-year-old boy and a 9-year-old girl, respectively," the male figure said.
"Details are clear," said the shadowless voice.
"Yuan Fen and Zuo Yi Zan are disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect. It seems that they understand the Symbol Technique, and it can be said that they are symbol masters despite being young," the male figure said.
"The handling fee for Symbol Masters is double. 500 Energy Stones each, 1000 Energy Stones in total," the voice said.
With emotion, the man snapped, "Why do Symbol Masters have a higher fee?"
"There is no other reason. Master Symbol is priced higher. If you are unwilling to go with such a price, please leave the White Tiger Association," the voice said.
"Alright, this is a down payment of 500 Energy Stones," the rest will be given after the target is completed. Remember, all the target's spatial rings are mine.
After placing 500 Energy Stones on the table, the man left the old clothing shop in Morning Star City's Black Market.
So, what was the ulterior motive of the mysterious man who hired the hitman?
Continue.
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One Hour to Kneel
The Logun messenger approached under a plain white banner.His horse moved at a walking pace, and the scroll remained visible in one hand. His sword was tied inside its sheath with a narrow strip of cloth, proving he had not come to fight.Several black-path disciples shifted near the camp entrance.“We should kill him before he speaks,” one muttered.Lin Heng heard and turned his head. “A messenger carries words, not personal guilt. Any hand raised against him answers to the alliance.”The disciple lowered his gaze.That decision mattered. Even leaders who disliked Bingdao understood that Lin Heng still observed Jianghu convention when anger would have made cruelty easier.Lin Heng mounted a black warhorse and rode forward. His battle robe was white, though mud and dried blood had darkened the lower fabric. Matchi
The Poisoned Messenger
“Ten.”The Logun messenger slid from the saddle.His shoulder struck the grass first, then the rest of his body followed. The horse staggered two more steps before its front legs folded. Foam appeared around its mouth as the poison spread through the reins and saddle leather that both rider and beast had touched.Ouyang Kang watched with gloved hands folded behind his back. He did not rush forward or explain the recipe. His attention remained on the messenger’s breathing, the discoloration beneath the jaw, and the delayed tremor in the horse’s hind legs.“The first layer entered through the skin,” he said. “The second awakened when he tightened the reins.”That was all he offered.Black-path leaders applauded first.Duan Baili raised his broken prayer beads and declared, “Heaven has ju
The Fourth Day Without Strength
The first night passed beneath torchlight and the glow of damaged formation lamps.Alliance healers moved between rows of wounded cultivators while sword clashes continued beyond the camp. Every time one group returned from the front, another crossed the dark grass to replace it.By the second morning, several sect banners had been cut in half. Disciples tied the torn fabric to shorter poles because no faction wanted its symbol to disappear while rivals still stood.The second night brought rain. Blood washed into shallow depressions, and exhausted fighters slipped where the grass had become mud.On the third morning, the battlefield smelled of wet iron, medicine, smoke, and rotting flesh. Healers began diluting their remaining powders. By the third night, one tent had no clean bandages left, and another burned broken spear shafts to heat its last cauldron of water.When the fourth day arrived, the alliance no longer hid its exhaustion.Sword hands trembled after every exchange. Footw
When Two Tides Collided
The first organized Logun infantry unit advanced from the secured landing corridor in three measured layers.Shield bearers formed the front. Spear and sword units followed behind them, while crossbow teams occupied slightly higher ground created by trampled carts and broken formation platforms. The soldiers moved at one pace, each row adjusting to the row beside it.Across the grassland, alliance disciples rushed faster but with less cohesion.The two forces collided.A Logun spear caught the sleeve of a rushing swordsman and dragged his arm wide. Before the disciple could cut the shaft, a shield edge struck his knee. He fell sideways, and the soldiers behind the shield closed the gap instead of pursuing him.On the next section of the line, a sword cultivator used lightness movement to leap over the shield wall. His blade flashed twice and opened the throats of two soldiers.
The First Rain of Iron
The first formation-enhanced bolts were only breaths away when the midday sun flashed across their metal heads.The Northwest Grassland offered almost no natural cover. Spirit ships hovered high above the open field, flying archers occupied the space between fleet and ground, and the Thirteen-Faction Alliance had already spread unevenly after its premature advance. The widest gaps lay between the orthodox center and the black-path western flank.Lin Heng saw the danger, but the first volley arrived before his order could reach every banner.The bolts struck.An orthodox disciple raised his sword too late. Three bolts shattered the qi around the blade, and a fourth pierced his shoulder, spinning him to the ground. Nearby, a black-path fighter seized the collar of a junior and dragged the younger man in front of him. The junior screamed as two bolts entered his back, while the senior survived behind the stolen shield.Mahya saw the act and remembered the man’s face.On the eastern side,
A Thousand Umbrellas of Death
The dark shapes continued descending beneath reinforced flying umbrellas.Each umbrella contained thin metal ribs, spirit-thread fabric, and small formation plates that adjusted altitude through controlled currents. The soldiers did not drift randomly. They formed layered rows with exact spacing, each archer holding a heavy crossbow across the chest.Alliance disciples below still mocked the withdrawn ladders.A black-path disciple waved his saber. “They were too frightened to climb down, so now they hide beneath toys.”A young orthodox swordsman laughed. “Their army has already lost the courage to meet us on the ground.”An opportunistic elder lifted his chin. “The pressure from our formation forced this change. They fear approaching my position directly.”The cautious veteran heard them and looked upward.
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