(Note, tomorrow at 5 PM)
In the Galloping Horse Plain, Chen Zong's figure flashed through the underbrush as if he was riding the wind.
He carried 1.6 million in cash notes, some pills on his bag, and the Fake Frost Sword in his hand as he swiftly headed towards Martial Wind City.
Because he had to pass through the Rapid River, Black Bee Mountain, and so on, he could only rely on his feet. Fortunately, Chen Zong's speed was extremely fast due to the integration of the essence of the Wind Stepping Steps.
After running through the Galloping Horse Plain and crossing the Rapid River, it was even easier than when he came. The demon beasts in the river could not threaten Chen Zong at all. After that, he crossed Black Bee Mountain and returned to Martial Wind City. It was the evening of the second day.
The Seven Lights Martial Academy had a rule that disciples were not allowed to leave without permission except for accepting missions. They had to apply for leave for a maximum of one month. Under normal circumstances, no one would apply for leave because time was precious. Sometimes, a day's difference would be even greater in the future.
Chen Zong applied for a full month's leave from Bai Yushan, the chief disciple. This did not mean that he had to take that long to return to the Seven Lights Martial Academy. It was just a precaution.
He originally thought that Bai Yushan would make things difficult for him because of this. He did not expect things to go so smoothly.
Martial Wind City had a kind of tranquility under the setting sun.
Chen Zong went straight to the Cauldron Pavilion.
"Young Master Chen." The maid from last time still recognized Chen Zong and was very respectful.
"Is Deacon Qian here?" Chen Zong asked.
"Yes, please wait a moment, Young Master Chen." The maid quickly answered.
"Young Master Chen, long time no see." Qian Huan walked over with a smile like a big meatball. His narrowed eyes flashed with a trace of light. He was very surprised to see that Chen Zong's cultivation had reached the seventh level of the Qi and Blood Realm.
"Deacon Qian, long story short, how much do you think this sword is worth?" Chen Zong simply and directly handed over the sword in his hand.
Qian Huan took it and pulled it out. It was as if a ball of frost had slid through his body, causing a chill to spread throughout his body.
"Good sword!" Qian Huan exclaimed, "This is the best precious iron sword, worth three hundred thousand White Jade Coins."
"I don't think so. This sword is a replica of the Sword Frost Sword." Chen Zong said.
"Fake Frost Flowing Sword!" Qian Huan was shocked. After studying it carefully for a moment, he knew that Chen Zong wasn't lying. "The value will indeed be higher. If you meet someone you like, it won't be difficult to sell it for 400,000 White Jade Coins. Young Master Chen, do you want to sell it? My Dingtian Pavilion can offer 350,000 white jade coins. "
"There's no hurry. I want the Seven Leaf Blood Lotus. When can I get it?" Chen Zong took back his sword and changed the topic.
"Seven Leaf Blood Lotus!" Qian Huan was shocked when he heard this.
"Last time, Deacon Qian said that the Seven Leaf Blood Lotus is worth two million White Jade Coins. Since I have the White Cauldron Token, I can get a 10% discount, which is 1.8 million White Jade Coins." As he spoke, Chen Zong took out the White Cauldron Token and a check worth 1.6 million yuan. He waved the fake Frost Stream Sword in his hand. "Deacon Qian bids 350,000 yuan for this sword. It's enough to pay."
"Young Master Chen is indeed extraordinary." The corner of Qian Huan's eyes twitched. His small eyes shone brightly as he said with a smile, "I will ask someone to send the Seven Leaf Blood Lotus from the Dingtian Pavilion in the Ultimate Martial Main City. It will take at least three days."
"Three days. Alright, I will come again in three days." Chen Zong nodded. "Goodbye."
"Take care." Qian Huan sent Chen Zong out, but he felt a little regretful in his heart. Chen Zong's cultivation speed was quite fast, which meant that his potential was very high. He had misjudged Chen Zong last time, and the conditions he offered were not satisfactory. It would probably not be so easy to recruit Chen Zong now.
Qian Huan had his own concerns. It wasn't impossible to offer good conditions, but he had to bear the corresponding risks. After all, he was only a Deacon of the Wind Martial City's branch. He didn't have much authority. His life motto was to seek stability and didn't have the determination to stake everything on a single throw.
"Let's return to the Clan Hall first and investigate the Drizzle Gang," Chen Zong said to himself.
Chen Zong had escaped into the Black Fengshan after being chased by two black-clothed men. He had survived with his own ability and some luck. Considering all the factors, the mastermind was most likely the Drizzle Gang's leader. Naturally, Chen Zong had to settle this score.
However, the Drizzle Gang was able to establish itself in the Wind Martial City for more than ten years. It was definitely not that simple. If Chen Zong were to barge in rashly with only a sword, it would be like delivering fat meat to a wolf's mouth. Even if the Drizzle Gang's leader didn't dare to attack him directly because of his identity as a disciple of the Chen Clan, he would definitely be alerted. They would definitely be prepared and would be harder to deal with.
If he were to investigate in secret, it wouldn't arouse their suspicion. It might be more convenient for him to settle the score in the future.
Stepping into the Clan Hall, he attracted a lot of attention. Chen Zong first went to the main area. Elder Xing was in charge of the main hall.
"Chen Zong, why are you back?" Elder Xing was stunned at first, then he was shocked.
"I had some matters to attend to, so I took a leave and came back," Chen Zong replied after bowing.
"Your cultivation has reached the seventh level of the Qi and Blood Realm?" As a Qi Refining expert, Elder Xing could see Chen Zong's cultivation at a glance. However, his tone was uncertain. After all, Chen Zong's cultivation was at the fifth level of the Qi and Blood Realm back then. It hadn't even been two months since then. This improvement was just too shocking. Chen Zong nodded.
"Good, good, good." Elder Xing laughed loudly, "Your decision to enter the Seven Lights Martial Academy in advance was correct."
Elder Xing then asked about Chen Zong's situation in the Seven Lights Martial Academy and the situation of the other disciples. Chen Zong took the opportunity to raise his own question, the question of the Drizzle Gang's background.
"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Elder Xing was puzzled. Then, his eyebrows straightened and he spoke with dignity, "Did the Drizzle Gang offend you?"
Seeing Elder Xing's reaction, Chen Zong recounted what happened when he left the Wind Martial City and his speculation.
"What!?" Elder Xing was furious. A terrifying aura swept out and shattered the chair he was sitting on, "Someone from the Drizzle Gang deliberately targeted you during the battle of heroes that day and has already been punished. Xu Mingzhi still dared to do such a thing. He is digging his own grave. Come, follow me to the Drizzle Gang and uproot them."
"Please wait, Elder Xing." Chen Zong hurriedly said. Elder Xing's reaction was a little unexpected. "Although I'm sure that it's most likely the mastermind of the Drizzle Gang, and I really want to deal with it now, I'd rather deal with it myself. I'll treat it as a test for myself, an obstacle in my path of cultivation."
"If that is what you want to do, then I have no objections." Elder Xing pondered for a moment and nodded, "However, unless your cultivation has reached the Qi Refining realm, you must inform me if you want to go to the Drizzle Gang."
"Alright." Chen Zong did not refuse Elder Xing's good intentions.
Then, Elder Xing told Chen Zong all he knew about the Drizzle Gang so that Chen Zong could have a deeper understanding of the gang.
After that, he met with Elder Wei and Elder Li. They also knew about this matter. Elder Wei agreed with Chen Zong's idea and hoped that Chen Zong would deal with it personally.
As for why Chen Zong came back, they only asked if he needed any help. After getting the answer that he did not need any help, they did not pursue the matter further.
He then met with Elder Lie and Chen Yiming.
Chen Yiming had become a martial artist after his Blood Qi was refined four times. He was now at the fourth stage of the Qi Refining realm. Chen Zong gave him twenty Beast Blood Pills, ten Crimson Blood Pills, and two large Crimson Blood Pills. They could speed up Chen Yiming's cultivation to a certain extent.
Chen Zong also saw Chen Fenghua, Chen Guzhan, Chen Zhigang, Chen Yidao, Chen Yuyao, and the others. Their cultivation had all reached the fifth stage of the Qi Refining realm. However, the gap between them and Chen Zong was even greater.
Three days passed in a flash. Chen Zong left the clan hall and headed to the Dingtian Pavilion.
"Young Master Chen, the Seven Leaf Blood Lotus has been delivered." Qian Huan said with a smile after welcoming Chen Zong into the secret chamber. There was a red jade box on the table in the secret chamber. "Please take a look."
As he spoke, Qian Huan opened the red jade box with his chubby hands. Chen Zong's gaze was immediately attracted to it. He was stunned.
There was a blood-red lotus flower quietly blooming inside. It was the size of a child's palm and had a total of seven leaves. Each leaf was sparkling and translucent, as if it was carved from red crystal. It was beautiful and magnificent. There were countless veins on its surface, like blood vessels. There seemed to be traces of liquid flowing slowly, making this seven-leaf blood lotus look even more lively and exquisite.
It was a work of art from nature.
"The Seven Leaf Blood Lotus must be stored in a jade box to ensure that its medicinal properties will not be lost. However, you must remember that it cannot be stored for more than a year under normal circumstances. You must consume it at noon. Take one leaf a day. Chew it and swallow it. You must circulate your cultivation technique to dissolve and absorb it," Qian Huan said with a serious look in his small eyes.
"Thank you, Deacon Qian." Chen Zong thanked him gratefully. He took out the 1.6 million banknotes and the White Cauldron Token before placing the fake Frost Stream Sword on the table.
"Young Master Chen must like this sword very much," Qian Huan said with a smile.
"Yes." Chen Zong did not deny it.
"A gentleman does not take away what others love." Qian Huan smiled. "Young Master Chen, you can keep this sword for yourself. The Dingtian Pavilion can buy the remaining 200,000 White Jade Money on credit. However, there will be interest."
"Buy it on credit?" Chen Zong was surprised when he heard this.
"Hehe. Of course, ordinary people can't. However, Young Master Chen, you have the White Cauldron Token and are very talented. You are qualified to do so. Coincidentally, I also have this right." Qian Huan said with a smile, "There are three levels of credit. The interest for one year is 10%, the interest for two years is 20%, and the interest for three years is 30%."
It sounded like a very high interest rate. After all, the 200,000 White Jade Money on credit would not exceed a year. When the time came, he would have to repay the 220,000 White Jade Money.
However, compared to selling the fake Frost Stream Sword, Chen Zong could accept it.
"Within a year." Chen Zong did not hesitate.
"Even if Young Master Chen pays the debt tomorrow, it will still be calculated according to one year." Qian Huan explained to avoid leaving any unhappiness in Chen Zong's heart. "Young Master Chen, it's not that I don't want to give you face. However, I am only a Deacon of the Dingtian Pavilion. I have to bear a certain risk by using this right. To put it bluntly, if something happens before Young Master Chen can repay the money, the money will fall on my head."
"Okay." Chen Zong nodded. The Dingtian Pavilion had its rules. No matter what, since he had made the choice, he had to bear it. Otherwise, he would not have made the choice.
After taking back the White Cauldron Token, Chen Zong closed the jade box and stuffed it into his bag. Then, he picked up the fake Frost Stream Sword.
"Goodbye, Deacon Qian." Chen Zong cupped his fists.
"Young Master Chen, take care." Qian Huan smiled as he sent Chen Zong out of the Dingtian Pavilion. His small eyes watched Chen Zong's back as he left. "If I were more black-hearted, I could earn another 1.8 million. Unfortunately, although I love money, I will not do things that go against my conscience."
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