It was one thing if it was an ordinary person, but with the endorsement of the Bluebottle Pavilion, the matter was completely different. In any case, this matter attracted the attention of more and more people in the capital.
When this matter reached the ears of the Cheng, Huang, and Lu Clans, the initially nonchalant swordsmithing clans couldn't maintain their composure.
However, what the Cheng, Huang, and Lu Clans didn't expect was that an even greater change would occur on the evening of the third day. It was this unexpected incident that changed the nature of the matter, as well as the view the other clans had of the Bluebottle Pavilion.
"2400 gold taels, this should be the most expensive sword pavilion in the Central Plains!"
The sun was setting in the west, and in the evening, no one noticed a bearded western region merchant appearing at the Bluebottle Pavilion. This western region merchant was called Mosaide, and he was a sword merchant from the western Charax Spasinu.
(Charax Spasinu, or Iraq, was known as Charax Spasinu in ancient times.
Different from other sword merchants, Mosaide didn't treat swords as a business. Instead, he treated it as a hobby that he would dedicate his life to.
Mosaide loved swords, and his love for them had reached an insane level!
Toward those top-notch swords, he had a passion that came from deep within his bones. If he were to see such a sword, he would do everything in his power to buy it.
Mosaide had set his sights on the world. His wish in life was to see all the best treasured swords and sabers in the world!
Thus, the first thing Mosaide did upon arriving at the Central Plains was to visit all of the sword shops and smiths in the capital of the Tang dynasty.
But none of the swords there could catch his eye.
"This place should be the most prestigious Sword Tower in the Central Plains!"
Mosaide thought as he looked at the signboard on the pavilion.
After visiting the thousands of sword shops in the capital of the Tang dynasty, this was the most expensive place he had seen. There wasn't a single sword shop or smithing shop that could match up to this.
2400 gold taels. Even in the Abbasid Caliphate and Charax Spasinu, this was an extremely rare price.
Mosaide didn't understand the Central Plains, but according to the rules of Charax Spasinu, only the best swordsmiths and the best swordsmiths would dare to sell their swords at the highest price.
Without a doubt, this was the best sword pavilion in the Central Plains. Those who dared to sell weapons here must be the best swordsmiths!
"Before coming here, I heard that the market for weapons in the Central Plains is far inferior to that of the Abbasid Caliphate and Charax Spasinu, but from the looks of it, that's not the case at all. The owner of this Sword Tower must be very confident that he dared to wrap a sword worth more than two thousand taels of silver in black cloth. He didn't even need to show it to others. "
Mosaide had learned a little of the language of the Central Plains, so he could vaguely recognize some of the words on the door. He couldn't help but feel impressed.
Abbasid Caliphate and Charax Spasinu had a large number of top-notch swordsmiths, and their smithing industry was rather developed. However, even the most formidable swordsmithing master wouldn't dare to do as this Sword Pavilion did, wrapping up their swords and sabers for others to see.
In the eyes of the people of Charax Spasinu, such a master must be the most formidable in the Central Plains.
Mosaide immediately felt a strong desire to meet the most formidable 'swordmaster' of the Central Plains.
"Clack!"
Thinking of this, Mosaide immediately walked toward the Bluebottle Pavilion. However, after taking a few steps, a gust of wind blew past.
"Ah! My scarf! "
Not too far away, the exclamation of a lady could be heard. Amidst the wind, a green scarf fluttered in the air.
Mosaide didn't pay much attention to it initially, but after taking a few steps, he realized that the green scarf was flying toward his face.
"Master, be careful!"
A few loyal Charax Spasinu guards immediately rushed over.
"Heh!"
Upon seeing this sight, Mosaide chuckled. Without waiting for the guards to rush over, he placed his hand on his waist.
Shua! A cold light flashed, and the silk scarf, which was as light as a feather, was immediately cut into two pieces. The two pieces fell to the ground.
The Charax Spasinu guards stopped in their tracks.
From afar, the lady's scream came to an abrupt halt. She stared in Mosaide's direction with a shocked expression.
Cutting through a single strand of hair!
This was the standard of the best swordsmiths in Charax Spasinu!
Mosaide sliced apart the green scarf in the air and chuckled. Then, he sheathed his saber at his waist with an arrogant expression.
This was his best sword and it was also his favorite sword and saber.
"Bring two gold ingots over to compensate that lady!"
Leaving behind these words, Mosaide walked into the Bluebottle Pavilion with widened strides. Behind him, two Charax Spasinu guards grabbed two gold ingots and hurried over to the stunned lady.
…
Putting aside the matter at the Bluebottle Pavilion, in the Wang Family Residence, after handing over the matter of the WuZi Steel Sword to Wei Hao, Wang Chong began to focus on his martial arts.
"With the Panther Bone, I can cultivate some of the cultivation techniques from my previous life."
Early in the morning, in the Wang Family's back garden, Wang Chong was playing with a string of pearls as thoughts flashed through his mind.
Possessing the memories of his previous life, Wang Chong had too many cultivation techniques from his previous life in his mind. However, most of these destructive cultivation techniques were limited by Wang Chong's root bone, making it impossible for him to cultivate them.
However, things were different now. Even though Wang Chong's root bone wasn't very strong, he was still able to cultivate it. However, after obtaining the Panther Bone, he could start practicing some of the basic and low-level cultivation techniques from his previous life.
"I'll cultivate the Herculean Punch!"
After contemplating for a long moment, Wang Chong finally made up his mind.
In his previous life, when the Steel Horsemen from the foreign lands appeared out of nowhere, their powerful defense rendered the soldiers of all the countries at the bottom of the hierarchy helpless.
That was until the invention of the Herculean Punch.
This fist technique stacked the strength of one's entire body together like a tidal wave. With a single punch, a low-level soldier would be able to exert strength several times that of their own. Thus, the current situation was changed!
Honestly speaking, this kind of fist technique was not a very brilliant technique.
But in the Origin Energy realm, it was definitely the strongest cultivation technique. Given Wang Chong's current situation, this fist technique from the military was the most suitable for him.
"Gongzi, someone is looking for you outside!"
Just when Wang Chong was about to start cultivating, Shen Long's voice suddenly sounded by his ear. "It's the two Buddhist men."
"Oh."
Wang Chong pondered for a moment before smiling. He already understood what was going on. After such a long time, they should be making some movements by now.
"Let them in."
"Yes!"
Shen Long turned around and left quickly.
In just a moment, two figures walked in with fluttering sleeves.
"Gongzi!"
Ablonodan and Arloja bowed, speaking in Sanskrit.
"Masters, you're getting impatient already?"
Wang Chong faintly smiled, apparently already knowing why they had come.
"Gongzi, I'm truly sorry. It's just that this matter is extremely important to us. Back then, we made an agreement with gongzi that as long as gongzi can fork out 90,000 gold taels within a month, you will obtain the 300 jun of ores we have and the rights to sell the Hyderabad ores in the Central Plains. "
"It's been so long now, and it's not far from the one-month deadline. I wonder how gongzi is doing?"
The two of them clasped their palms together and asked apologetically.
"Haha, masters, are you suspecting that I can't fork out 90,000 gold taels?"
Wang Chong heartily laughed as he made clear the purpose of their visit.
"Gongzi, please don't blame us. This matter is of great importance."
Having their intentions exposed by Wang Chong, the two of them felt awkward and ashamed. But after hesitating for a while, he decided to tell the truth.
"Young Master, I won't hide it from you. Our Sindhu is currently suffering from a severe famine, and with every passing day, more people die. During this period of time, Hyderabad had written several letters urging them. We have no choice but to be anxious. "
The two of them looked anxious as they spoke. This was not an act. The situation in Sindhu was already very serious. If the situation was serious, the two of them would definitely not rush Wang Chong.
"You don't have to worry. As for the matter of ninety thousand taels of gold, I will be able to gather the money within this period of time. As for Sindhu … if you are worried. I can first contact the Turkic merchants and have them gather a batch of cattle and sheep to send to your Sindhu. "
Although Wang Chong didn't have much gold left, cattle and sheep weren't as expensive as swords. 100 taels of gold could still buy a lot of cattle and sheep.
"Really?!"
The two of them were surprised and delighted. Looking at Wang Chong, they felt extremely moved. The western border of the Turkic Khaganate was much closer to Sindhu than the Central Plains. If Wang Chong could contact the Turkic merchants and have them send some cattle and sheep over, it would be great for Sindhu.
Given Sindhu's situation, this was a timely help. Even though Wang Chong didn't have such an obligation at the moment.
"Of course."
Wang Chong smiled and nodded. No one knew better than him that Sindhu was in need of help at this moment. There was nothing more worthwhile than using a little bit of help to exchange for their gratitude.
'A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water', this saying was applicable to all corners of the world. In the future negotiations for the Hyderabad ores, these things would be of great help!
"As for the matter of the ninety thousand taels of gold, if you don't believe me, follow me."
The matter of the cattle and sheep was a matter for the future. It would take at least ten days before they reached Sindhu. However, the matter of ninety thousand taels of gold was urgent.
Words alone were no proof. Since the two monks already had doubts in their hearts, they would not be at ease without concrete evidence.
All of this was within Wang Chong's expectations.
Wang Chong didn't stand on ceremony. He called for a carriage and brought the two of them straight to Bluebottle Pavilion.
"Si! 2400 taels! "
"Gold!"
Wang Chong added with a smile.
Standing among the crowd, the two Sindhi monks glanced at one another and saw the deep shock in the other's eyes. Wang Chong chuckled inwardly. They had arrived early today, but the price they saw was still the same as yesterday.
If they were to wait until noon and see that 2400 taels had become 4800 taels, they would be even more shocked.
"2400 taels … Have the swords of the Central Plains become so expensive?"
The two of them didn't recognize the words of the Central Plains, but they were still able to recognize '2400'. This price left them deeply astonished.
The two of them didn't expect the weapon market of the Central Plains to have flourished to such an extent.
"Is this the weapon you forged?"
"Un."
Wang Chong nodded his head and didn't deny it.
"Now, are you still worried that I won't be able to take out 90000 gold taels?"
"It's fine, it's fine!"
The two of them hurriedly waved their hands, but their hearts were filled with excitement. If a weapon could be sold for more than 2000 gold taels, then 90000 gold taels wouldn't be a problem for this noble gongzi!
If they could really raise 90000 gold taels within a month, it would be great news for Sindhu.
Recalling how they doubted whether Wang Chong would be able to take out 90000 gold taels, the two of them felt ashamed.
When Wang Chong saw the ashamed expressions on their faces, he inwardly chuckled.
Selling a weapon for 2400 gold taels and selling it for 2400 gold taels were two completely different concepts. Even though the two Sindhi Buddhist monks were tasked with promoting the Hyderabad ores, it was clear that they weren't too familiar with the market for such weapons.
"It's fortunate that they don't speak the same language and can only speak Sanskrit. Otherwise, it would be hard to fool them."
Wang Chong was also rejoicing inwardly.
"Masters, let's go up and have some tea!"
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