Apotheosis

The salesman wanted to tell Rankin Su that Zen was rich and generous, but the words got stuck in his throat in his excitement.

"Uncle Rankin! Uncle Rankin! There's a rich man here! Nothing is more important than business, isn't that right?" Gant begged for mercy as Rankin yelled to him non-stop. His ears could take no more of this badgering.

There were very few actually qualified to enter this inner chamber of the shop, while those who did were usually very rich or very powerful beings.

Zen's cultivation was so low that Rankin did not take him seriously at first glance. But upon hearing he was in fact a rich man, Rankin's view had changed and he now gave Zen all his attention. He looked him up and down and said, "The swords here were all built by the blood of our Su Clan. They are very precious, so if you don't have at least one million divine crystals, there's really no sense in us continuing this conversation."

This sword store didn't actually belong to the Dragon City. The Su Clan were the ones in charge here and thus traded with their customers directly.

"Swords built by the blood?" Zen's eyes narrowed in curiosity.

Gant puffed with pride and exclaimed, "Yes! We have the blood of the Ore Shadow race, the most excellent bloodline for refining swords!"

The Ore Shadow race was one of the ancient nonhuman races. Their skin was like brass, and their eyes like mercury. They grew out of the mining mountains, and all parts of their bodies were extremely valuable. It was because of this, that the members of the Ore Shadow race had been completely massacred a long time ago.

Only the Su Clan inherited their blood.

Had it not been for the protection of the Oneness Sky Palace, the Su Clan would have been slaughtered by the other races as well, such was the value of their bloodline. And for this protection, the Su Clan had been putting as much effort as they could towards the loyal servitude of the Oneness Sky Palace.

"May I have a look?" Zen asked of the swords they did not believe he was worthy to behold.

Seeing Zen's confidence encouraged Rankin, who then walked to a side and performed a slight waving gesture.

The wall caved in magically, revealing six long swords and their sharp edges, all evenly spaced from each other. They looked as if they stood as royal guards on duty, so regal and strong.

The aura coming from them caused Zen to twitch his eyebrows at their power.

"These six swords are all Profound Blood Treasures. Even the cheapest one, the Hovering Bird Sword, would cost you a million divine crystals," Rankin said in a clear and pro

Profound Blood Treasure. It also just so happens to be the best sword in our store! Although this sword doesn't have any Other Shore Tokens, it is comparable to some Other Shore Treasures. The price is eight million divine crystals!"

Zen was a bit startled by the high price.

However, he was quite fond of this sword, and the fake Soaring Snake Sword was not enough to cope with the enemies he would face. Zen began reasoning with himself on why he should get this sword. The biggest concern was that he still wanted to spend ten million divine crystals borrowing the yellow paper to study.

If he bought this sword, he would likely have to find another way to earn even more divine crystals...

Zen gritted his teeth and finally said, "I'll take this one too."

Rankin's eyes widened. He never thought that Zen would actually buy it. This was turning into a great day for him.

They sold between three to five such swords a year and here Zen had already bought two at once! Rankin's heart fluttered with excitement and glee and a smile broke onto his face uncontrollably.

"Great! That's great!" shouted Rankin, who took down the Snow Sword excitedly.

Zen took out the divine crystals and picked up the sword right away.

Just as Zen held the sword and felt its weight, Gant asked, "Could I have a look at the sword?"

"Gant! This sword has been sold. It no longer belongs to the Su Clan! Don't cause any trouble!" Rankin scolded.

Zen was touched by the gloom that began to fill Gant's eyes. He felt he had no choice but to hand the sword to him for a moment.

Gant took a deep breath and carefully held the sword in his arms. After a long while, he reluctantly returned the sword to Zen, at least a little satisfied.