Chapter 25 Senior Brother, You Must Not Insult My Intelligence

"Three thousand five hundred." Yi Zhongyu had been one of the Outer Sect's Ten Outstanding Disciples for many years, and he had no small number of Qi-accumulating Pills on him.

Although this low-grade treasured sword was no longer worth that price, Yi Zhongyu didn't care about that much just to save face.

The surrounding outer sect disciples, watching the scene before them, were also stunned. Some of them were seeing such a spectacle for the first time.

This was a conflict among the Outer Sect's Ten Outstanding Disciples—not something one could easily witness.

Lin Fan, standing to the side, was in a cheerful mood. The fiercer the bidding between the two, the greater the benefits for him.

"Four thousand." Meng Yangquan said unhurriedly.

Qi-accumulating Pills were essential for newly admitted outer sect disciples, but to Meng Yangquan, whose true cultivation was at the sixth level of Entering Spirit, they meant little.

"Four thousand five."

…

"Junior Brother Yi, this back-and-forth is pointless. I'll offer ten thousand." Originally the two had been slowly raising the bid, but Meng Yangquan felt it was a waste of time and directly jumped to ten thousand.

Lin Fan, standing nearby, was so excited he could barely contain himself.

One pill was a hundred experience points; ten thousand pills meant a million experience points.

Holy crap, I've hit the jackpot, really hit the jackpot.

The surrounding outer sect disciples, upon hearing ten thousand pills, were all astonished and looked at Lin Fan with envy.

This low-grade treasured sword had actually sold for ten thousand pills... this... this...

Lin Fan looked at Meng Yangquan with stars in his eyes. A true tycoon, a real tycoon. Throwing down a fortune for a girl—when is a man most charming? Hypocrites say it's when he's working, but what every girl truly thinks is that a man is most charming when he spends money on her.

Yi Zhongyu's face turned cold. Ten thousand Qi-accumulating Pills was something he really couldn't afford. Not that he was poor, but he simply hadn't accumulated that many of this type of pill.

And Yi Zhongyu wasn't foolish enough to take out higher-grade pills; even he obtained them with difficulty.

"Senior Brother Meng is generous, throwing down a fortune for Junior Sister Chenyu. I admire that. Farewell." Seeing that the remaining two weapons on Lin Fan's stall were not sword-type, Yi Zhongyu lost interest.

"Junior Brother Yi, please stay." Meng Yangquan said.

Yi Zhongyu, about to leave, changed expression slightly. Could it be that he intended to humiliate him?

"Seeing that Junior Brother seems in urgent need of a low-grade treasured sword, I happen to have one. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you." Meng Yangquan took out a treasured sword and said.

Yi Zhongyu was momentarily stunned, then his voice turned icy cold, refusing the favor. "No need. Keep it for yourself, Senior Brother. Farewell."

Meng Yangquan watched as Junior Brother Yi left indignantly and shook his head slightly. Then he reached into a small pouch at his waist. "Junior Brother Lin, this pouch contains ten thousand Qi-accumulating Pills."

Lin Fan took the pouch and was momentarily taken aback. This shabby little pouch could hold ten thousand Qi-accumulating Pills? Was he kidding?

"Ding, discovered a basic spatial pouch."

"Used for storing items, forged from small celestial crystals."

"Junior Brother Lin, I'll give you the pouch as well." Meng Yangquan said.

Lin Fan was delighted at this moment. He could tell that Senior Brother Meng was a pushover.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Meng." Lin Fan naturally didn't need this basic spatial pouch, as he had his own backpack, which was much better. But since it was a gift from his senior brother, he couldn't refuse it. He would sell it later for pills when he had time—that was a sure thing.

"Senior Brother, this is the Heaven-Slaying Sun-Destroying Sword." Lin Fan then handed the low-grade treasured sword to Senior Brother Meng.

Senior Brother Meng grasped it and praised, "Not bad, exquisite craftsmanship, much better than ordinary low-grade weapons. But the name is a bit... In my opinion, this sword has a flowing spiritual light, its surface like water. It would be more fitting to call it the Flowing Light Sword. What do you think, Junior Sister?"

"Whatever Senior Brother says." Mu Chenyu's face flushed slightly, and she nodded with a hint of joy.

Lin Fan looked at the two. "A treasured sword with a beauty—truly a perfect match."

Meng Yangquan smiled at this. Ni Mingyang looked at Senior Brother Meng with some surprise; today, Senior Brother had smiled more in front of outsiders than usual—a rare sight.

"Junior Brother, I must remind you that setting up stalls here is prohibited. If the sect patrol sees you, there could be trouble." Meng Yangquan said.

Lin Fan was taken aback. Could it be that this world even had something like urban management?

"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother. I'll keep that in mind." Lin Fan cupped his hands in thanks.

Meng Yangquan nodded, then said to Ni Mingyang, 'Mingyang, help these junior brothers sell the weapons here. If the patrol comes, you can also lend a hand.'

'Yes, senior brother.' Ni Mingyang nodded.

'Junior sister, let's go.' Meng Yangquan said.

'Alright, senior brother.'

…

'Hmph, that vixen.' After Senior Brother Meng left, Ni Mingyang cursed indignantly.

Lin Fan was startled—could it be that Ni Mingyang really had something going on with Senior Brother Meng?

'Senior brother, was that senior sister Senior Brother Meng's partner?' Lin Fan asked.

'Hmph, just a vixen. Enough about her. Junior brother, hurry up and sell the remaining two weapons. If the patrol sees them, it'll be troublesome.' Ni Mingyang said.

'Alright…' Though Lin Fan loved gossip, business was more important now.

With these ten thousand Nourishing Qi Pills in hand, if he worked a bit harder, he'd be set.

The two lower-grade weapons were the 'Sun-Chasing Wolf-Toothed Club' and the 'Sky-Opening Axe,' both with names that were still domineering and flashy.

The selling price naturally couldn't match the ten thousand Nourishing Qi Pills Senior Brother Meng had offered, but since it was the first transaction, the goods were in high demand, and there were quite a few wealthy senior brothers among the outer disciples.

The two weapons sold for a total of seven thousand Nourishing Qi Pills.

Those other fellow disciples who didn't have enough Nourishing Qi Pills were also heartbroken—all these cool lower-grade weapons were gone.

As for whether there would be more next time, that was out of the question. There definitely wouldn't be. Lower-grade weapons weren't cabbages; they weren't so easy to come by.

Just as Lin Fan was about to pack up and leave, a familiar voice reached his ears.

'Senior brother, that's my sword…' The voice was pitiful, with a hint of sobbing.

Lin Fan's heart softened a bit. 'Junior brother, you're still here.'

'Senior brother, that's my sword. I just got it yesterday.' The newly admitted junior brother said, looking pitiful with teary eyes.

'Alright, alright. A man doesn't cry. Come back here tomorrow at this time, and I'll compensate you with a lower-grade treasured sword. Happy now?' Lin Fan said.

'Senior brother, you can scold me, hit me, but you can't insult my intelligence…'

Lin Fan rolled his eyes. 'I'm not insulting your intelligence. Senior Brother Ni is here to vouch for me. How could I cheat you?' Lin Fan said.

In the end, thanks to Ni Mingyang, the newly admitted junior brother left half-convinced.

This left Lin Fan somewhat helpless.

Now Lin Fan still had one good item in hand—a medium-grade weapon forged from Yin Mochen's broken sword.

But this time Lin Fan didn't take it out. How many of these outer disciples could afford it? He'd wait until he entered the inner sect and met some rich guys.

On the way, Ni Mingyang kept pressing him with questions.

'Junior brother, where did you get these weapons?'

'I forged them.'

'Really?'

'Absolutely true. How could it be false?'

'Junior brother, since we're such good friends, can you make one for me too?'

'Sure, prepare the materials yourself and also steal a peach for me.'

'No problem. What materials?'

'Refined iron…'

…

'Hey, senior brother, where are you?' When Lin Fan turned around, he found Ni Mingyang had suddenly disappeared.

'Wait for me, junior brother! I'm going to get refined iron right now!' Ni Mingyang's slightly excited voice came from afar.