Chapter 210: The True Identity of the Wuxuan Pavilion Store Owner, Longwu City

Ye Feng moved swiftly.

From Misty Peak to Beacon Fire City, it took only a quarter of an hour.

“Oh, it’s actually Sect Master Ye! Your presence truly graces my humble shop!”

Seeing Ye Feng, the Wuxuan Pavilion Store Owner beamed, “Indeed. A few days ago, Sect Master Ye’s senior disciple sold a batch of excellent Spiritual Artifacts here. I’d like to purchase another batch. What do you think, Sect Master Ye?”

“I’ve come to sell Spiritual Artifacts.” Ye Feng tossed thirty Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts onto the table, “Give me a price!”

“So many!” The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion’s breath caught in his throat.

He picked up a Spiritual Artifact and began his appraisal.

“This is a half-foot-long Flying Sword, thin as a cicada’s wing, exquisitely crafted. Its Array Patterns seem naturally formed, seemingly capable of expanding like the Breeze-riding Sword when used. It can be sold for at least two hundred Lower Grade Spirit Stones.”

“This is a Long Spear, hollow yet remarkably sturdy, with special amplifying runes, becoming extremely sharp, excellent for thrusting. Its selling price is around one hundred and eighty Lower Grade Spirit Stones.”

…

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Wuxuan Pavilion Store Owner completed his inspection.

“Thirty Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts, for a total of five thousand eight hundred Lower Grade Spirit Stones. What do you think, Sect Master Ye?”

This was the highest price the Store Owner could offer.

Any higher, and his profit margin on resale would be halved…

“Make it round, six thousand pieces, and they must be Middle Grade Spirit Stones,” Ye Feng stated his demand.

“Uh… Okay!” The Store Owner feigned difficulty, but agreed after a moment.

“I also have higher quality Spiritual Artifacts.” With that, Ye Feng placed a Middle Grade Spirit Sword, about a foot long, on the table.

Clang!

A crisp sword chant erupted, startling the Store Owner, who gasped in shock and excitement as he held the Spirit Sword, exclaiming, “This is a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact! How could Sect Master Ye bear to part with it?”

“This Sect Master… is short on cash!” Ye Feng’s face flushed.

“Short on cash?” The Store Owner chuckled, then suddenly asked seriously, “Can Sect Master Ye trust me?”

Faced with this abrupt question, Ye Feng inquired, “What do you mean, Store Owner?”

“If you wish to sell this Middle Grade Spirit Sword for the highest price, I suggest an auction,” said the Store Owner.

“Auction? How much will it likely fetch?” Ye Feng was only concerned with the price, not the method.

“This Middle Grade Spirit Sword, exquisitely crafted and of excellent quality, is top-notch among all Middle Grade Spiritual Artifacts. Once successfully auctioned, the final price should be at least five thousand Spirit Stones,” estimated the Store Owner.

“That high?” Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

An average Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact might sell for two thousand Spirit Stones, but this Spirit Sword’s price was more than double. Selling two would be enough to acquire an Upper Grade Spirit Stone.

“Alright, where is the auction?” Ye Feng became interested.

“My hometown, also hundreds of miles away, is Longwu City, right next to the Yunhua Sect,” said the Store Owner with a cheerful expression. “To be frank, I am the son of the Pavilion Master of the ‘Treasure Pavilion’ trade association.”

“Longwu City, Treasure Pavilion!”

Ye Feng searched his memory for information about this city and found that Longwu City wasn’t a Star-Level City, but had several Element Gathering Realm cultivators residing there.

And the Treasure Pavilion mentioned by the Store Owner was a reputable local business in Longwu City, producing Spiritual Artifacts, Formations, and Elixirs of decent quality.

“So you’re the Young Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion. No wonder my friend has so many treasures and could open a Wuxuan Pavilion in Beacon Fire City that never closes,” Ye Feng realized.

“Hehe, just some small-scale business dealings.” The Store Owner shed his facade, revealing his true self.

He was a lean, fair-skinned young man with slightly prominent cheekbones, quite different from his previous appearance. His eyes twinkled with intelligence, as if two large characters were written on his forehead.

Swindler!

“My real name is Jiang Xinyu.”

The Store Owner grinned, revealing eight large white teeth, appearing somewhat silly and highly deceptive.

“Jiang Xinyu… Trustworthy?” Ye Feng coughed, unsure of what to say, and changed the subject, “When do we depart, Brother Jiang?”

“Anytime,” Jiang Xinyu replied.

“Then let’s set off tomorrow morning,” Ye Feng responded.

Knowing Longwu City was adjacent to the Yunhua Sect, he considered combining this trip with his plans to study raising the sect’s level at the Yunhua Sect.

“I am at your service anytime,” Jiang Xinyu nodded.

Ye Feng put away the Middle Grade Spirit Sword, sold the thirty Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts, and gained sixty Middle Grade Spirit Stones.

After that, he left Wuxuan Pavilion.

…

At the peak of Misty Peak.

“Tomorrow, we will visit the Yunhua Sect, and on the way, we will attend an auction at the Treasure Pavilion in Longwu City. Anyone wishing to join should sign up promptly,” Ye Feng announced from the roof of the Sect Leader’s Great Hall to his disciples.

“I’ll go!”

All the disciples raised their hands.

Brother Flathead was even more exaggerated, raising both hands and feet.

“Alright then, everyone except for the Thousand-Year Ancient Pine and the Squirrel Legion should prepare. We’ll set off early tomorrow morning to observe and learn,” Ye Feng concluded, and then he went to sleep.

…

The next morning.

Ye Feng sat in the Spirit Boat, with disciples behind him and some perched on the backs of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagles. Brother Flathead lay prone, flying ahead as lookout.

Mo Ying sat at the back of the Spirit Boat, in charge of the rear.

Above Beacon Fire City.

“Sect Master Ye, you’ve arrived very early. This is my Divine Wind Boat. Please come aboard,” the Store Owner, Jiang Xinyu, stood on a twenty-meter-long, five-meter-wide, ten-meter-tall double-deck flying wooden boat, bowing toward Ye Feng and his group.

Ye Feng looked down at his Spirit Boat, then at Jiang Xinyu’s Divine Wind Boat, feeling suddenly less impressive.

“What a beautiful Divine Wind Boat!”

After boarding the Divine Wind Boat, the Misty Sect disciples inspected it, finding the main material to be Millennium Hardwood, comparable to a lower-grade Spiritual Artifact. The boat was light and its speed was more than twice that of an ordinary Spirit Boat.

“Once I have money, I will definitely buy one,” Ye Feng declared, standing at the bow, complaining to Jiang Xinyu beside him.

“The Divine Wind Boat isn’t expensive, just 6,666 lower-grade Spirit Stones. And you can’t haggle the price. The number’s homophonic pattern ‘6666’ means smooth sailing,” Jiang Xinyu patiently explained.

“Damn, even for a plant, that’s pricey!” Ye Feng muttered under his breath.

He turned back, looked at the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle squatting at the stern, stroked his chin, and thought to himself that he must train it into a Demon General.

By then, his travel would be quite impressive.

The Divine Wind Boat was very fast.

By midday, they had reached the skies above a massive city, approximately thirty miles in length and width, and landed directly in the city center.

“I forgot to mention, Sect Master Ye, my father, Jiang Youqian, is not only the Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion but also the City Lord of Longwu City,” Jiang Xinyu informed Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was speechless.

This father and son, one homophonically ‘faithful’ and the other ‘rich,’ were indeed very wealthy, which was truly something!

“Sect Master Ye, I sent out the message yesterday announcing an extraordinary middle-grade Spiritual Artifact for auction, so there should be quite a few Sect Leaders from star-level sects coming to the auction. The final price is sure to be high,” Jiang Xinyu smiled confidently.

“You’ve truly prepared thoroughly, my friend,” Ye Feng complimented.

As the Divine Wind Boat stopped in front of the luxurious grand hall of the City Lord’s Mansion, dozens of maids and guards immediately surrounded them, bowing in unison and saying:

“Welcome back, Young City Lord. The luncheon is ready.”

“Good, well done!” Jiang Xinyu was pleased, leading Ye Feng and the others down from the Divine Wind Boat and heading straight to the banquet hall nearby.