"Well …"
Wei Zhishu did not know how to answer just then, and so asked tentatively, "Mister Jiang, should I have someone bring you a drop?"
"Sure."
Jiang He nodded, though he was full of criticism inwardly.
One drop …
The Wei clan was one of the three great martial clans of Jiangnan. Why were they so stingy?
Still, one drop was enough for him to taste it.
Jiang He continued flipping through the catalog.
What he saw were some weapons and combat suits.
What surprised Jiang He was that most of the combat suits and weapons were not forged from new alloys, but from ancient martial arts.
Ancient Martial Weapons were passed down from the Ancient Martial Era, and each had their own merits when compared to the new alloy weapons of the present day. There was no telling which was better or worse.
"Mister Jiang, are you interested in these weapons and armor?"
"These things were all excavated by our three aristocratic families from a relic. According to our research, that relic should be from the Song Dynasty. These weapons and armors have at least seven or eight hundred years of history. For them to be able to be preserved for seven or eight hundred years without decaying, it can be seen that the forging techniques of these weapons and armors are very high."
Murong Buyi walked up and introduced the items to Jiang He.
Jiang He, however, shook his head and said, "Let's wait and see."
To be honest …
Jiang He was really not interested in the Ancient Martial Weapons and armor, unless they were swords or blades left behind by elites. Perhaps the elite's lingering will would be left behind, and Jiang He could learn something from them.
All that was left were some rare treasures.
There were many interesting items among the rare treasures. Some were excavated from heritage sites, while others were born from the Revival of Qi.
There was even a Spatial Ring.
Jiang He's gaze then fell upon a photograph in the catalog.
It was a blade of grass.
It resembled aloe vera and was just around thirty centimeters tall. It had nine leaves, each of which was as long as a sword, and there were tiny serrations on the edge of the leaves.
Behind the photograph were two short introductions.
"Sword Will Barrenwort."
"If consumed before grasping sword will, there is a certain chance of grasping sword will. Elites who have grasped sword will could use it to improve their sword will."
Behind Jiang He, Long Mountain Lin's expression changed.
After he woke up, he had been making preparations everywhere just to fight for the Sword Will Barrenwort. Still, he naturally would not say anything since Jiang He had saved his old life.
Jiang He was rather puzzled and asked, "That grass could actually help someone grasp sword will … is that for real?"
"The items that our three great clans have taken out as the finale of the auction are naturally genuine."
"But …"
Jiang He was a little speechless. "Does that count as a floral spirit? Generally speaking, wood spirits are used to improve one's psychic power or fleshly body. For them to target the power of will directly … doesn't make sense. "
The corner of Long Qi's mouth twitched.
He subconsciously looked at the band-aid on the ground … Science? Is this thing of yours scientific?
Quietly picking up the used band-aid on the ground, Long Qi put it into his pocket without a change in expression. He explained with a smile, "The reason why the Nine-leaf Sword Will Herb can help a sword expert comprehend sword will is because it contains a strong sword will."
"Such a rare treasure would only appear in the heritage sites of elites of swordsmanship, and the owner of the heritage site that our three great clans discovered was incidentally a swordsman."
"Oh?"
Jiang He's gaze twitched.
He understood a little.
Elites of swordsmanship who could leave a heritage site would definitely not be weak. How powerful would their sword will be? They would not fade even if they died, and the Sword Will Barrenwort must have been nurtured by that sword will.
"How many tufts of Sword Will Barrenwort do you have?"
Jiang He closed the catalog.
There was nothing else he needed.
Murong Buyi walked up and said, "We found a total of nine tufts of Sword Will Barrenwort in the heritage site back then. Our clan got three tufts, but we've used them all."
In fact, they were not used up, and Murong Buyi kept one for himself.
Even so, he was not going to take it out.
Murong Buyi was most adept with the sword and was quite accomplished in swordsmanship. He could consume the Sword Will Barrenwort after his cultivation ascended up to rank-nine, and once he grasped sword will, he would instantly become a top rank-nine elite.
"The Wei clan has one more tuft, and the Sword Will Barrenwort being auctioned off this time was provided by us."
Wei Zhixing smiled bitterly after some thought. "Mister Jiang, the Sword Will Barrenwort is the finale item of the auction, and many elites of swordsmanship like Elder Lin have come specifically for it …"
His meaning was clear.
The Sword Will Barrenwort of the Wei clan could not be sold.
If they sold it to Jiang He, leaving aside the fact that they would offend a bunch of elites of swordsmanship, most importantly, they would break their promise …
The three great clans were using the Sword Will Barrenwort as the finale item of the auction, and they would use it as a gimmick as well. If they sold it ahead of time, the auction would be a joke.
Long Qi, who had sneakily picked up the band-aid, was delighted.
That thing …
The medicinal effect did not seem to have worn off completely, and he might be able to use it again.
As for whether there would be a bacterial infection or not …
Trivial.
Would rank-eight martial artists be afraid of that?
Moreover, there was still the Amoxicillin Capsules!
He appeared taken aback when he heard Wei Zhishu and Murong Buyi's conversation, and exclaimed in surprise, "The Long clan still has all three tufts of Sword Will Barrenwort. How did you two use them so quickly?"
Both Wei Zhishu and Murong Buyi's mouths twitched.
The Long clan used them, my foot!
The entire clan was made up of uncouth men who cultivated either fist or palm techniques, and it was useless even if they used the Sword Will Barrenwort.
Long Qi laughed out loud in excitement. "Mister Jiang, I'll make a deal with you. The Sword Will Barrenwort would just be sitting in my house, and I would have to pay a price to preserve it."
"Sure!"
An idea occurred to Jiang He, and he smiled. "I'll take all three tufts of Sword Will Barrenwort. How would you like to trade, Chief Long?"
Long Qi thought about it and said, "The value of the Sword Will Barrenwort is not something an ordinary rank-nine floral spirit could compare to. One tuft of Sword Will Barrenwort could very well create a peak rank-nine elite who grasped sword will, and one tuft in exchange for five Bezoar Detox Pills, five Amoxicillin Capsules, and five band-aids. Is that a problem?"
"Chief Long sure knows how to do business."
Jiang He smiled. "My spirit medicine could save lives in critical moments, and in terms of value, one Bezoar Detox Pill would not lose out to the Sword Will Barrenwort."
Pausing, he then added, "Still, since Chief Long has spoken, we'll go according to your price. Three tufts of Sword Will Barrenwort for 15 Bezoar Detox Pills, 15 Amoxicillin Capsules, and 15 band-aids."
Delighted, Long Qi rose to his feet and strode outside. "Please wait, Mister Jiang. I'll personally go home and prepare the Sword Will Barrenwort for you."
Soon.
The Wei Clan's rank-nine Origin Fluid arrived. It was just a single drop, and it was placed in a porcelain bottle.
Jiang He used his True Qi to draw out the drop of Origin Fluid and drank it.
He closed his eyes and savored it carefully, feeling an icy coolness as it entered his mouth. There was also a faint fragrance in his mouth, and though it was not as rich as the willow tree's rank-nine Origin Fluid, it was a different taste nonetheless.
"Not bad, not bad. It tastes great."
Jiang He smiled. "Chief Wei, I'll take all of the rank-nine Origin Fluid. Let's go with the price you offered Patriarch Long just now — five Bezoar Detox Pills, five Amoxicillin Capsules, and five band-aids."
Delighted, Wei Zhishu exclaimed, "Aside from the five hundred drops that were sold at the auction, I'll prepare the remaining fifteen hundred drops for you, Mister Jiang."
Of the three patriarchs, only Murong Buyi was left.
A little disappointed that he did not get anything, he offered Jiang He a fist-palm salute before leaving as well.
Long Mountain Lin and Jiang He were the only ones left in the room.
Long Mountain Lin could not help asking, "Brother, wouldn't you be losing out on this trade?"
Jiang He merely smiled and said nothing.
Losing out?
Nonexistent …
How could it be a loss to trade the Bezoar Detox Pills, Amoxicillin, and band-aids for the Sword Will Barrenwort?
That stuff might be priceless to you lot, but it's no different from common cold medicine to Jiang He.
…
Outside Hotel Caesar.
Murong Buyi had climbed into a black Bentley.
Whipping out his phone the moment he entered, he dialed a number. "Inform the elders that we're having an emergency meeting in ten minutes!"
The Murong clan was an ancient martial arts clan that had existed for centuries, and their wealth was profound. Still, a hidden clan like them would never be listed on the wealth rankings, or the top ten of the Hua Nation's wealthiest would be replaced.
The Murong clan had a huge courtyard in Jiangnan City that spanned over a hundred Mu. Like a huge park, there were gardens, pavilions, fake mountains, and even a small manmade lake.
When Murong Buyi arrived at the meeting room, there were already over twenty people waiting inside.
All of them were the core hierarchy of the Murong clan, with two rank-nines, six rank-sixes, and eleven rank-sevens. Murong Buyi cut to the chase and revealed the effects of the three spirit medicines Jiang He had.
The elders of the clan were left stunned.
Murong Buyi then said, "Having those spirit medicines is equivalent to having an extra life, which is why I've decided to trade the family's treasured immortal art for Mister Jiang's."
"What?"
The many elders were stunned, and a rank-eight martial artist rose to his feet. "You mustn't, brother. How precious are immortal arts? How could a few spirit medicines compare?"
Just as he finished speaking, he sensed many pairs of eyes looking at him. He braced himself and said, "Dear elders of the clan, the clan's Celestial Technique was obtained by our ancestor by chance in the past. Our ancestor had once passed down his last words. If anyone is able to comprehend the Celestial Technique within it, that person will certainly bring the Murong family to new heights."
"Hmph!"
One of the rank-nine martial artists snorted coldly and barked, "Murong Bufan, I know you've been at odds with Murong Buyi ever since you lost the fight for the position of clan leader, but this matter concerns the clan's development, and I'll cripple you if you say another word!"
The martial artist's face turned purple with rage, but he snorted coldly and sat down without saying a word.
This ninth-ranked martial artist was the strongest cultivator in the Murong family. At the same time, his seniority was also extremely high. He belonged to the same generation as Murong Buyi's grandfather and was Murong Buyi's second uncle. However, he had already lived for over a hundred and ten years and was getting closer and closer to the end of his lifespan.
Martial artists' cultivation …
Their lifespan would not increase if they did not ascend to divine-tier.
Rising shakily to his feet, he said, "Everyone knows that the family's treasured immortal art is only a fragment, and no one could grasp it over hundreds of years. It's naturally great that we could trade it for some spirit pellets and miraculous medicines now."
"Moreover … the family still has copies of the immortal art, and anyone who wants to cultivate it could take it."
Murong Buyi offered a fist-palm salute and bowed to the elder, saying, "Second Grandpa, it's said that Jiang He still has treasures that extend one's lifespan. I'll definitely help you trade them!"
The elder shook his head and sighed. "Treasures that extend one's lifespan are too precious, so don't waste them. I've lived for a hundred and sixteen years, and I've lived enough."
Murong Buyi, however, insisted, "I've asked Elder Lin. Aside from extending one's lifespan by five years, that treasure improves one's physique to a certain extent. Second Grandpa has already perfected his grasp, and if your body could become younger, you might be able to ascend to divine-tier."
…
Hence.
Twenty minutes later.
Murong Buyi returned to Hotel Caesar with a red sandalwood box and cut to the chase, saying, "Mister Jiang, this is a fragment of an immortal art that the Murong clan's elder had obtained by chance. I wonder if you would be interested?"
Murong Buyi did not hold back, and explained that the immortal art was a fragment.
"Our clan's secret godly art, Shifting Stars, was created by the Murong clan's elder based on this fragment."
Jiang He's gaze twitched.
Shifting Stars …
Murong clan?
Could the Murong clan's elder be that Murong Longcheng or whatever?
Jiang He did not ask.
All his attention was drawn to the fragment of an immortal art that Murong Buyi mentioned.
Fragment …
It did not matter.
I'll just patch it up and plant it in the ground, and I'll get a complete immortal art!
Despite his excitement, Jiang He kept a straight face and smiled. "I heard that there was an age of Qi Refinists and immortal cultivators before the Ancient Martial Era, and it seems that it was true. Even immortal arts have popped up … Chief Murong, I'm a little interested in that immortal art."
"But …"
Jiang He paused, before adding, "It's just a fragment of an immortal art, and to tell the truth, it wouldn't be worth much. If I'm not mistaken, there must have been many in the Murong clan who had grasped it, yes? You wouldn't have taken it out if you could grasp an immortal art from it. "
Murong Buyi did not deny it.
Musing to himself for a while, Jiang He then said, "Still, it's an immortal art, and its value wouldn't be low even if it's kept as a collection. How about this: fifteen Bezoar Detox Pills, fifteen Amoxicillin capsules, and fifteen band-aids."
Murong Buyi was delighted!
That number had exceeded his expectations, but he did not agree at once. Instead, he offered a fist-palm salute and bowed respectfully, pleading, "Mister Jiang, I'd like a treasure to extend my lifespan. If this fragment of an immortal art isn't worth enough, I'm willing to trade it with other treasures."
He then told Jiang He about his second grandpa.
With a turn of his hand, Jiang He took out a large eggplant and handed it to Murong Buyi, saying, "I'll give you one since you're so filial."
Murong Buyi: "…"
(PS: Everyone, I wonder if the double monthly votes have ended. You can vote if you have them. Thanks! Recently, I've been writing chapters that are between 3,000 and 4,000 words, and these three chapters are more than my previous five chapters!)
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