Translator: Cinder Translations
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In Lishu City, where most of the residents were mortals and cultivators with poor spiritual roots, Song Wen searched for quite a while before he found a relatively large cultivation shop.
As Song Wen entered the shop, a maid came up to greet him.
"Senior, may I ask what you wish to purchase?" the maid asked respectfully.
Song Wen gave her a disdainful glance, his tone laced with contempt.
"You are not qualified to attend to me. Have your manager come out and see me."
The maid did not show any displeasure at being belittled. In the cultivation world, power and strength were everything. Being of low cultivation, she was already used to being treated like this.
"Please wait, Senior. I'll bring the manager right away."
The maid turned and walked toward the shop's rear courtyard.
Soon, led by the maid, an elderly man in the early stage of Foundation Establishment stepped out, walking with confidence.
"Friend, you called for this old man. What may I assist you with?" the elder asked.
Song Wen, who had disguised himself as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, no longer carried the arrogance he had before. He cupped his hands and said, "I have a spirit tool I wish to sell. I am not sure if your shop is interested in purchasing it."
The elder replied, "We certainly buy spirit tools. May I ask what kind of tool you wish to sell? If you would kindly show it to me, I will take a look."
"This item may be considered useless for average Foundation Establishment cultivators, but for those practicing thunder techniques, it is undoubtedly a treasure," Song Wen said cryptically.
As he spoke, Song Wen flipped his hand, and a short spear about two feet long appeared before him.
"This is the item. Please take a look, friend," Song Wen handed the short spear to the elder.
The elder took the spear and began inspecting it carefully.
Suddenly, a gleam of recognition flashed in his eyes, though he quickly masked it.
The elder furrowed his brows, looking conflicted.
"Friend, I am afraid my eyes are not sharp enough to recognize the value of this item. Isn't this just a common low-grade spirit tool?" the elder said.
Song Wen snatched the spear back, a trace of anger appearing on his face.
"You truly have poor eyesight. This is an extremely rare thunder-type spirit tool. In the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator practicing thunder techniques, it would undoubtedly be like adding wings to a tiger. I had thought that the Lei family, known for their thunder techniques, would surely recognize such a treasure. I came to Lishu City hoping to sell it, but it seems I have met someone who doesn't recognize its worth."
Song Wen's tone was filled with displeasure as he turned to leave.
The short spear originally belonged to Lei Tianyu and was forged in the Lei family's weapon-making workshop. The elder clearly recognized its value and would not let Song Wen leave so easily.
In a panic, the elder swiftly moved, covering several yards in an instant and blocking Song Wen's path.
"Friend, please don't be in a hurry. I was careless earlier and failed to recognize the extraordinary nature of this item. After hearing your explanation, I too feel that this treasure is far from ordinary."
Blocked by the elder, Song Wen had no choice but to stop, his dissatisfaction showing as he said, "I see you didn't fail to recognize its value, but rather, you intentionally undervalued it in order to drive the price down. Shops like yours often use such unscrupulous tactics when purchasing spirit items. How could I not understand?"
As if exposed by Song Wen's words, the elder gave a wry smile.
"Friend, you're slandering me! Not all members of the Lei family practice thunder techniques. I don't understand them myself, so it was perfectly normal for me to miss the value of this item."
After a few hurried excuses, the elder gestured towards the back courtyard and continued, "Friend, how about we discuss this in more detail in the back courtyard?"
Song Wen shook his head. "There's no need for all that. If you're willing to buy, just tell me your offer. If the price is right, I'll sell it to you; if not, we'll call it off."
The elder, thinking to delay Song Wen from leaving, planned to secretly inform the Lei family and have them send people to capture Song Wen as quickly as possible.
Seeing that Song Wen wasn't easily fooled and refused to go into the back courtyard, the elder came up with another idea.
"I am willing to offer 150,000 spirit stones. What do you think?"
"100,000? Are you serious?" Song Wen asked.
Song Wen stared at the elder with a shocked expression, as if stunned by the price offered.
A regular low-grade spirit tool would typically sell for only four or five thousand spirit stones, and the shop would purchase it for an even lower price.
The elder's offer of hundred thousand spirit stones was an astronomical sum.
"I would never deceive you, friend. Please wait for a moment. I will have someone bring the spirit stones right away. We can complete the transaction immediately—one hand gives money, the other gives the item."
The elder called over a maid and whispered a few instructions.
The maid hurriedly turned and went toward the back courtyard.
Song Wen looked at the elder with suspicion and asked, "Is this short spear really worth hundred thousand spirit stones?"
"Of course. I've already sent someone to fetch the spirit stones. Do you not trust me?" the elder responded.
Song Wen's eyes flickered, as if he had suddenly realized something.
"You're acting suspicious. Whether this short spear is worth hundred thousand spirit stones or not, you could not possibly offer such a high price."
With a quick movement, Song Wen tried to bypass the elder and rush out of the shop.
The elder's expression turned cold, and he acted swiftly.
A long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, thrusting straight for Song Wen's chest.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Song Wen quickly dodged to the right, narrowly avoiding the sword. However, he crashed into a wooden display rack nearby.
The rack shattered immediately, and various low-grade spirit items scattered across the floor.
Song Wen staggered and hurriedly ran toward the door.
"Someone, stop him!"
The elder, being at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, knew he was no match for Song Wen, who was at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.
Two Foundation Establishment guards rushed out from the back courtyard, chasing after Song Wen.
By this time, Song Wen had already made it to the street.
He leaped into the air, stepping on his sword and flying higher into the sky.
The two Foundation Establishment guards pursued closely behind.
The elder did not chase after them but remained in the shop.
After a few dozen breaths, a figure suddenly appeared in the shop. It was a beautiful female cultivator.
"Did you send someone to inform the Enforcement Hall that the suspected killer of Lei Tianyu has appeared?" the female cultivator asked directly.
The elder quickly recognized the visitor and bowed respectfully.
"Honored Elder Lei Weiyue, just now someone came to sell a spirit tool that was used by Lei Tianyu."
Although Lei Tianyu had been dead for over a hundred years, his father, Lei Jun, had never been able to let go of the matter. Unable to personally avenge his son's death, Lei Jun was tormented by the pain, unable to sleep or eat.
Therefore, despite the many years that had passed, he had never given up on finding the true killer, constantly instructing his family members to search for clues.
This was why the elder had immediately recognized that the short spear was Lei Tianyu's.
The female cultivator, Lei Weiyue, was a mid-stage Gold Core cultivator and the deputy hall master of the Lei family's Enforcement Hall.
Upon receiving reports from her subordinates that the suspected killer of Lei Tianyu had appeared in Lishu City, she had rushed over personally without hesitation.
If she could capture the killer, it would earn her the favor of the family head, Lei Jun.
"Where is he?" Lei Weiyue asked.
"I failed to stop him," the elder replied. "However, Lei Da and Lei Hu have already pursued him."
"Which direction did they go?" Lei Weiyue asked.
"East," the elder responded.
Lei Weiyue's figure vanished within the shop, heading toward the east.
(End of the Chapter)
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