Chapter 7

After calming himself down, Zhan Chen plucked a bamboo from the forest and used it as a sword to practice the Thunder-burst Sword Technique.

He held the sword with both hands and raised it above his head. At the same time, the Vital Qi in his meridians began to circulate according to the technique's route. He shouted, "Thunder-burst Sword!"

The bamboo sword in his hand fell and set off a strong gust of wind. Apart from that, there was nothing else. It was obvious that his first practice had failed.

Zhan Chen could not help but smile bitterly. 'What went wrong?' He carefully recalled every detail of the cultivation method and found that he did not make any mistakes.

Just as he was deep in thought, a strong gust of wind blew, causing the bamboo forest to rustle. He suddenly woke up.

'That's right! 'What I lack is momentum. The unyielding momentum of the Thunder-burst Sword Technique. That's why I only imitated the' form 'of the technique but not the' spirit 'of the technique.'

'It's forcing me to a dead end!' Zhan Chen raised the bamboo sword above his head again. This time, he did not slash down immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes and recalled Wang Ba's arrogant face. He recalled how Wang Ba had humiliated him step by step …

A surge of hot blood rushed to his heart. The Vital Qi in his meridians began to circulate rapidly according to the route of the Thunder-burst Sword Technique. When his anger rose to its peak, the Vital Qi in his meridians also reached its peak speed.

At this moment, Zhan Chen suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Go to hell!" The bamboo sword in his hand chopped down like a thunderbolt. "Pa!" There was a loud bang and the bamboo in his hand exploded. It shattered into pieces and floated down in the air like flowers scattered by a fairy.

At that moment, Zhan Chen was stunned. He was carefully savoring the feeling that he had just experienced. 'It's amazing. Is this the power of the Thunder-burst Sword Technique? It's so powerful! '

When he came back to his senses, he immediately felt a sense of emptiness and exhaustion attacking his brain. He almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly held onto a bamboo next to him and only recovered after a while.

He could not help but smile bitterly. The attack just now had almost drained all the Vital Qi in his meridians. This was the only flaw of the Thunder-burst Sword Technique. It could only be used for one attack.

Looking at the broken bamboo sword in his hand, Zhan Chen finally realized what he lacked the most right now. It was a weapon that he could use.

He wanted to practice for a while more, but his body ached when he moved. The Vital Qi in his meridians could not be restored. It seemed that he would not be able to practice today, so he had to go home early.

Zhan Li was a little surprised to see his son come home so early. But after thinking for a while, he understood. In the past, his son was a cultivation genius, but now …

Thinking of this, he sighed and comforted Zhan Chen, "Chen 'er, don't be discouraged. Even if you can't cultivate, you can still study more. Doesn't the court need some civil servants?"

"Chen 'er, don't be discouraged. Even if you can't practice, you can still read more books. Doesn't the imperial court need some civil servants?" However, in the Ten Thousand Laws Continent, there was a necessity for a country to exist. It could maintain law and order to a certain extent. It also had a deeper function, which was to collect cultivation resources for a certain sect or a few sects.

The reason why the big sects could stand at the top of the world was because they had many experts. They could collect many talents. Elites from all over the world were gathered in the big sects. However, because of this, the daily consumption of resources was also enormous.

Therefore, in the secular world, they needed some representatives to help them collect various cultivation resources. Thus, the country played this role.

Each country was divided according to its size and depended on the sects with different strength. In the local areas, there were also provincial capitals, counties, towns, villages, and other administrative organizations. Among them, some administrative personnel were needed.

Most people who had no hope of practicing martial arts would choose to walk on this path as they could make a good living. Zhan Chen's father was also doing this for the good of Zhan Chen's future.

Looking at his old father's eager eyes, Zhan Chen was a little touched. He almost revealed the secret that he had recovered his cultivation. However, when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he forcefully held them back because he wanted revenge!

And if his father, who had always been content with his lot, knew that he had recovered his cultivation, he would definitely stop him from doing so. Moreover, being a "waste" was more beneficial to his next action.

Therefore, he changed his words and said with a smile, "Dad, actually, my injury is not as serious as the doctor said. I feel that I have recovered some strength these few days. Maybe I can walk on the path of martial arts again."

Zhan Li looked at his son's slightly expectant eyes and sighed. He thought that his son was still unwilling to admit the fact that he couldn't practice martial arts.

The two of them were silent for a while.

Zhan Chen suddenly asked, "Dad, do you have money?"

"Money?" Zhan Li was a little surprised. In his memory, Zhan Chen had never asked him for money before.

"Yes, I want to buy a sword." When Zhan Chen said this, he didn't dare to look at his father's eyes. Looking at his father's old appearance, he felt that he was committing a crime.

"Buy a sword?" Zhan Li looked at his son's ashamed expression and was suddenly in a trance. Yes, he had never given his son a gift since he was young. Now that his son's martial arts had been crippled and he wanted a sword, he had to get it no matter what!

Zhan Chen thought that his father wouldn't lend him money and blamed himself for being impulsive. However, he saw his father stand up and take out a small cloth bag from the only cupboard in the house. He handed it to his son and said, "Son, this is all my savings over the years. It's all for you."

"Father!" Zhan Chen knelt on the ground.

"Well, I'm old. Those worldly possessions won't be of much use to me." Zhan Li pretended to be relaxed and said.

Seeing his son still kneeling on the ground, Zhan Li had to add, "Go and come back quickly. I also have to go out." After saying that, he left his son and went out alone.

Zhan Chen looked at his father until his father's figure disappeared at the door. Then, he stood up from the ground and walked out of the door.

Now, he was walking on the road to Black Plum Town. He thought, "The money father gave me is only 103 silver taels. Moreover, it's all broken silver. I'm afraid I can't buy anything good with it."

In the Ten Thousand Laws Continent, the currency circulating in the secular world was gold, silver, and copper coins. One gold tael was equal to 100 silver taels, and one silver tael was equal to 100 copper coins. Of course, above gold, silver, and copper coins, there was also the currency used by practitioners — Yuan Stone. Unfortunately, Zhan Chen had never seen it.

In this world where martial artists were respected, the price of weapons was naturally very expensive. Ordinary pig iron and steel were not suitable for martial artists to use. They couldn't even hurt a martial artist who was a bit stronger.

The weapons used by martial artists had to be at least made of well-tempered steel. Zhan Chen vaguely remembered that he had entered a blacksmith shop. The cheapest weapon there cost several hundred silver taels.

"In any case, I don't care. I'll give it a try first." With this thought, he walked into a weapon shop.

When the shopkeeper saw the guest, he wanted to welcome him with a smile. However, when he saw Zhan Chen's tattered clothes, his smile immediately disappeared. With a straight face, he asked, "Sir, what do you want?"

Zhan Chen came in front of the weapon rack. Seeing the different lengths of swords, spears, swords, and halberds, he was stunned for a moment. Yes, as a martial artist, who didn't love weapons? He instinctively reached for one of the swords.

At this time, he heard the shopkeeper say, "Sir, if you don't have money, you can't touch it!"

Zhan Chen's hand paused. He was so angry that he even had the impulse to hit the shopkeeper. However, in the end, he suppressed it and asked, "How much does this sword cost?"

"Not expensive, two thousand silver taels!" The shopkeeper stretched out two fingers.

"How much is the cheapest sword here?"

"Five hundred silver taels!"

"Got it."

Zhan Chen turned around and wanted to leave the shop. However, he heard the shopkeeper call from behind, "Next time, remember to save enough money before coming in!"

His body couldn't help but stiffen. The anger that he had just suppressed rose again. However, in the end, he suppressed it again and left the shop without looking back.

Later, he went to two more shops. Both times, he ended up with nothing. Both times, he was mocked and rolled his eyes. He didn't go to the fourth shop. Instead, he walked back. As he walked, he roared angrily in his heart, "Strength! Everything is strength! If I enter the shop with a well-dressed and powerful appearance, would they still dare to look down on me? "

Unknowingly, he had arrived at the town's Antique Market. He was about to turn around, but his footsteps stopped. He turned around and looked at the bustling crowd. He thought, "Should I go and try my luck?"

Speaking of this Black Plum Town's Antique Market, Zhan Chen hadn't been there even once. His time was mainly spent on practicing martial arts. How could he have the time to go there? He used to think that the people who went to the Antique Market were all playboys, ignorant and incompetent young masters, or old people who had nothing better to do.

He didn't expect that today, he would also want to go there to try his luck. It could be said that this was a huge irony.

This time, Zhan Chen really didn't know what to do. If he wanted to use the Thunder Sword, he really needed a handy sword. Therefore, he had no choice but to brace himself and walk inside.

"Antique! Antique! Antique that has just been unearthed! Come and take a look, the price is negotiable. "

As soon as he entered the market, he could hear similar shouts coming from everywhere. Everywhere he looked, there were stalls on both sides of the street. The stalls stretched far into the distance. On the stalls, there were some strange toys.

Of course, behind the stalls, there were some well-renovated shops. Inside the shops, there were all kinds of antiques. However, those were all expensive and rare things that had been shelved for a long time. In any case, Zhan Chen didn't want to look at them.

He searched along the street stalls one by one, hoping to find a pleasant surprise. However, he was disappointed every time.

"Selling swords! Selling swords! "