Chapter 72: Dragon Scale?

This thing!

Looking at the thing in the man's hand, Fang Xu's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart was greatly shocked!

Because, in shape, this thing is almost identical to what the madman stuffed into him earlier; the only difference is that the madman gave him a yellow piece, while the man's piece in hand is black.

"What is this?" Fang Xu frowned and asked.

The man said in a low voice: "Dragon Scale!"

Pfft!

Fang Xu laughed immediately upon hearing that.

Seeing that he seemed unconvinced, the man grew anxious and directly pulled out the turquoise-inlaid dagger he had stolen earlier.

"This dagger can barely reach first rank; let me show you!"

While speaking, he placed the so-called Dragon Scale on the ground, then, holding the dagger, he lunged at it!

Although his cultivation was only at Martial Apprentice Third Level, this strength was still sufficient.

The dagger slammed into the Dragon Scale, sparking a flash and bouncing the dagger right back.

The man handed the Dragon Scale and the dagger to Fang Xu, saying: "Take a look."

"Besides Dragon Scale, what else could block a first-rank weapon's fierce strike without leaving a trace?"

Fang Xu took the Dragon Scale and examined it carefully; seeing that it indeed bore no trace, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Kid, I'm not sure if it's Dragon Scale, but this thing is palm-sized—what could it be used for?" Fang Xu laughed and spoke.

This thing is similar to what the madman stuffed into him; Fang Xu also wanted to buy it back to study, but the man before him is too shrewd—if he shows any interest, he'll likely be ripped off.

"This thing has great use!" Seeing himself doubted, the man hurriedly defended.

Fang Xu laughed and said:

"Making armor? This piece isn't enough, right?"

"As a weapon? Palm-sized, how could it hurt someone?"

"Or for medicinal alchemy? So hard, how could it be used in medicine?"

Rendered speechless by his barrage of questions, the man suddenly felt that this thing he treasured was indeed somewhat useless.

"Little bro, I'm not hiding it—this thing truly comes from the ruins of Lift-Blue Mountain!" Apparently still thinking of raising the price, the man once again brought up the Lift-Blue Mountain ruins.

"Ten taels of silver—sell it to me and I'll take it, just as a collection." Fang Xu didn't want to argue further and simply named his price.

"Ten taels! Silver!?" The man, somewhat exasperated, retorted: "You're insulting people!"

Fang Xu said nothing, just smiling at him.

Seeing no particular desire on his face, the man eventually gave in and said: "Add a bit more!"

Fang Xu was about to speak, but suddenly felt a slight movement from the virtual panel; after his consciousness settled, he realized the arrow pointing to the Wu Huan inheritance was flashing, and it clearly pointed to a tightly clothed, sneaky man.

Is it him!?

The person indicated by the arrow is likely the servant of the Wu family, and what he carries is probably the hand-copied manual of the Ballistic Inheritance.

He glanced at that person, Fang Xu devised a plan, turned his head to the man, and asked: "Did you see that person?"

The man followed the direction of his finger, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he nodded: "He looks like a fat sheep; I got this treasure from a fat sheep like him."

"Isn't it from the Lift-Blue Mountain ruins?" Fang Xu teased.

"..." The man gave an embarrassed laugh.

"Go get his stuff, add this whatever Dragon Scale, and I'll give you one tael of gold—how about that?" Fang Xu whispered.

One tael of gold!?

Hearing that, the man greedily licked his lips and said: "No way! If his stuff is worth far more than this price, I wouldn't lose!"

"What if his stuff turns out to be junk?" Fang Xu said lightly.

The man stared blankly, struggled inside for a long while, then gave an embarrassed laugh: "This kind of trade really is damn exciting!"

"Wait!"

While speaking, he had already flashed to the side of the man suspected to be the Wu family servant.

After merely brushing lightly against that servant, he again pretended nothing had happened and returned to Fang Xu's side.

"Got it!" He proudly handed a package to Fang Xu, the man smilingly looking at him.

Fang Xu touched it; inside indeed was a book-like object, and the arrow on the virtual panel also disappeared at that moment.

He immediately took out a gold bean from his money pouch and gave it to the man, saying: "The gold is yours; give me that broken thing."

After receiving the gold, the man put it in his mouth to bite, then, somewhat reluctantly, handed the so-called Dragon Scale to Fang Xu.

"Little bro, what's in the package? Open it and have a look!"

Fang Xu shook his head: "Better not look; if I profit, you'll feel uncomfortable, and if you profit, you'll laugh at me."

"Just like that."

Having paid and taken the item, he directly turned and walked toward the other stalls in the alley.

He continued browsing for a long time, still unable to find anything satisfactory; Fang Xu simply left, preparing to go to the weapon shop Yun Qing had mentioned.

After casually browsing a few weapon shops, Fang Xu couldn't help but gasp upon looking!

The price of a most ordinary first-grade weapon is basically around thirty gold; a slightly better one is nearly a hundred gold!

No wonder Yun Qing didn't let me come here to buy; ordinary martial artists, after spending on blood food and pills, where would they have so much spare money to afford such weapons?

More importantly, from those so-called first-grade weapons he felt, these weapons are far inferior to the wooden stick in his internal meridian acupoint.

Enough!

Let's slowly look for it later.

After leaving the weapon shop, Fang Xu returned to the place where he had parted with Yun Qing, and found Yun Qing in the private room on the second floor of the tavern.

Seeing Fang Xu holding a package, Yun Qing took a sip of wine and lightly said: "Did you get the thing?"

Fang Xu shook his head: "I couldn't find a suitable one."

Yun Qing smiled faintly as he stroked his own sword, saying, "Good weapons aren't that easy to find. This sword of mine was made only after my father begged Ou Dashi for three months, losing face, before he reluctantly agreed to forge it for me."

"Is Ou Dashi a weaponsmith?" Fang Xu asked doubtfully.

Yun Qing nodded: "Both weapon forging and pill refining require talent; even a distinguished identity like my father's would not dare to slight a skilled weaponsmith or pill master."

Divine weapons and sharp arms greatly increase a martial artist's strength, and medicinal pills are essential consumables for every martial artist.

It's only natural that the status of excellent weaponsmiths and pill masters is highly respected.

"Young Master Yun, do you know any grandmaster of pill refining?" Fang Xu asked.

Chu Mu's body is almost recovered; once she fully recovers and can cultivate, she will be able to study the way of pills, which requires guidance from an expert.

The only pill master Fang Xu knows of is Wu Huan, the ancestor of the Wu family; he has never encountered any other pill masters.

"Of course there are; a few pill masters at Huichun Hall are on decent terms with the Yun family." Yun Qing said, then added with a laugh: "But don't get your hopes up—they don't take disciples."

"Whether pill masters or weaponsmiths, they value their lineage highly; unless they find a disciple they favor, these old fogeys would rather take their secrets to the grave than pass them on lightly."

"Let's go."

After finishing the wine in his cup, Yun Qing took out two pieces of broken silver, threw them on the table, turned, and headed downstairs.

By the time the two returned to Maple Forest Town, it was already the end of the xu hour.

Yun Qing returned to the inn himself, and did not continue to pester Chu Mu.

Fang Xu returned home, gave Chu Mu a massage, then went back to his room and took out everything he had gathered during the day.

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