Ordinary flying swords could be purchased at Sky Treasure Pavilion.
However, if one wanted to refine a flying sword that was most suitable for them, the size, weight and materials of the flying sword would have to be customized according to their requirements.
It was even more so for defensive spirit weapons such as robes and inner armor.
Everyone had a different physique and naturally had to be customized.
Su Zimo had already observed most of it while queuing.
Typically, a custom-made middle-grade spirit weapon would require 3,000 to 5,000 middle-grade spirit stones and three sets of materials!
A custom-made superior-grade spirit weapon would require 3,000 to 5,000 superior-grade spirit stones and ten sets of materials!
After a long time, it was finally Su Zimo's turn.
Su Zimo pondered for a moment and asked, "Fellow Daoist, I can understand preparing materials for custom-made spirit weapons, but why do you need to prepare three sets? You need to prepare ten sets for a custom-made superior-grade spirit weapon? "
When he heard that, the disciple of True Fire Sect sneered, "Are you playing dumb with me? Which Weapon Refinement Master would dare to guarantee that they can refine a superior-grade spirit weapon with a single set of materials? Do you think that Weapon Refinement Masters have a 100% success rate for spirit gathering? "
"The higher the grade of the spirit weapon, the lower the success rate of spirit gathering. Naturally, one would have to prepare more materials. Even so, we're taking a risk. "
Everyone from True Fire Sect in the weapon workshop looked at Su Zimo with obvious mockery.
"This person knows nothing and he's here asking for a custom-made spirit weapon."
"I wonder where this country bumpkin came from. He hasn't seen the world."
"I reckon that this lad is poor and is just here to join in the fun."
When he heard those discussions, Su Zimo smiled and did not rebut, continuing to ask, "What's the price of a custom-made supreme-grade spirit weapon?"
"Haha!"
A series of laughter sounded outside True Fire Weapon Workshop.
"I told you, this person is just here to join in the fun. He's even putting on an act as though he knows everything."
"Custom-Made supreme-grade spirit weapon? To think that he can even ask something like that. I'm dying of laughter."
Someone lamented, "How ignorant."
Su Zimo looked calmly at the group of laughing True Fire Sect disciples opposite him with a faint smile on his face.
A cultivator standing behind Su Zimo seemed to be unable to bear it and explained in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist, supreme-grade spirit weapons are not custom-made. Even if someone prepared a hundred sets of materials, no refiner would dare to take it. Refining supreme-grade spirit weapons requires luck and opportunity. The failure rate is too high. "
"Mm." Su Zimo nodded.
That person continued, "If a Weapon Refinement Master can refine a supreme-grade spirit weapon in his lifetime, it's enough for him to be famous throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty! Moreover, the price of a supreme-grade spirit weapon was not fixed. If it was put in an auction house, it could be sold for at least 500,000 high-grade spirit stones. If someone bids for it, it's possible to sell it for millions! "
There were a total of three spiritual inscriptions on a superior-grade spiritual weapon. At most, it could be sold for 5,000 superior-grade spiritual stones.
However, supreme-grade spirit weapons were more than a hundred times more expensive than superior-grade spirit weapons, even though they only had one more spirit pattern!
The gap between them could be imagined.
"Don't waste time here. Get lost!"
The manager of True Fire Weapon Workshop walked over and waved at Su Zimo, not concealing the disgust in his eyes.
Su Zimo was not enraged and merely smiled. "Manager, I believe that you'll definitely regret this one day."
With that said, Su Zimo turned and left.
…
After checking out the market, Su Zimo already had an idea of what was going on.
Furthermore, Su Zimo was even more certain that his weapon workshop would become the largest in the capital and even trample True Fire Weapon Workshop beneath his feet!
Before he walked far, Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat and he swept his gaze across a corner not far away.
There was a girl around 14 or 15 years old curled up on the ground. She was filthy from head to toe and her clothes were tattered. Her yellow hair was messy and her face was covered in dirt. The only thing that was clear was her eyes.
A cold gust of wind blew and the little girl shrank her neck, pursing her lips and shivering.
For some reason, Su Zimo was reminded of Xiaoning when he saw this little girl.
Back when Xiaoning left, she was only a few years older than this little girl.
Su Zimo sighed internally and bought a few buns nearby. Wrapping them in oil paper, he handed them to the little girl and said gently, "Eat up."
A hint of fear flashed through the little girl's eyes. She hesitated and did not take the oil paper.
Su Zimo did not insist either. Placing the oil paper beside the little girl, he took out a green robe from his storage bag and draped it over the little girl before standing up.
That action made the little girl less wary of Su Zimo.
Reaching out with her filthy hands, she tried to pick up a bun.
Su Zimo was about to leave when Night Spirit suddenly moved in his embrace. A dark little head popped out and glanced at the little girl.
Before Su Zimo could say anything, Night Spirit suddenly jumped out and ran in front of the little girl, sniffing at her.
"Ah!"
The little girl was shocked and the bun she had just picked up dropped to the ground.
Su Zimo frowned and hurriedly pulled Night Spirit back, stuffing it into his embrace.
Unlike usual, Night Spirit did not hide. Instead, it stuck its little head out and kept looking at the little girl.
Su Zimo revealed an apologetic look and said softly, "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt you."
The little girl did not say anything. She only glared at Su Zimo warily.
Su Zimo gave a bitter smile and shook his head before turning to leave.
The two of them did not know each other and had met by chance. Su Zimo was touched. On account of Xiaoning, he gave her a meal and a set of clothes – that was already the most benevolent thing he could do.
Su Zimo headed back to his residence.
He had not walked far when Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat and he glanced sideways.
From the corner of his eye, Su Zimo caught sight of the little girl who was wrapped in his green robes, wolfing down the bun and following behind him, maintaining a certain distance.
Su Zimo smiled and was not bothered.
Before long, Su Zimo arrived at the entrance of Yongxing City.
A large group of people surrounded the entrance of Yongxing City. Although there were many people, it was extremely quiet and one could only hear the voices of the crowd.
"That battle lasted for two days and two nights, causing the skies to darken and the earth to crack. Finally, the divine dragon was slain by that man and corpses were strewn all over the ground. Blood flowed like rivers in an extremely tragic manner!"
In the middle of the crowd, an old man with a Confucian hairstyle and long robes was telling a story eloquently.
To begin with, he was a storyteller who roamed the world and made up stories that could not be taken seriously. Su Zimo had heard many of them.
However, for some reason, when he heard the words of the old man Just Now, Su Zimo could not help but recall the tragic sea of bones in the periphery of the primordial ruin!
Su Zimo shook his head and did not think too much about it. He merely lamented internally, "The divine dragon has just appeared and someone is already making up stories about it. That's pretty convincing."
Right then, someone raised his voice. "Storyteller, you've just told us this part in the morning."
"I did, but some people didn't hear it," The old man smiled.
Su Zimo paused in his tracks and turned around slowly to look at the old man in the crowd.
Did the old man mean something or was it just a casual remark?
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