Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

14. The Sword Pavilion III

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Zhuo Hua stepped into the Sword Pavilion with Nan Chen. A servant came over and said, “Welcome to the Sword Pavilion, distinguished guests. How can I help you?”

“We want a sword.” Zhuo Hua succinctly said.

“Okay, please come this way.” The servant said as he led the way for them.

The Sword Pavilion sold not only swords, but also other weapons. It was named because the swords here were the best and all kinds of swords could be found, so one could definitely find a sword that suited him or her best.

“We’re here.”

Zhuo Hua looked at the tall building in front of him, which had roughly nine floors.

The servant explained, “The swords in our pavilion are divided into nine levels. The quality of swords goes up in turn, so the ninth level contains the best swords of the pavilion.”

“Certainly, one cannot go to any floors at will. As long as a cultivator is in Deity Transformation Period, he or she can shuttle in these nine floors freely. On the ninth floor, the owner will personally receive the guest. So distinguished guests, which floor do you want to go to?”

“The ninth floor.”Zhuo Hua replied. Of course, his own disciple definitely deserved to have the best sword.

Nan Chen took a look at Zhuo Hua for he remembered that Zhuo Hua had chosen the cheapest sword for him on the lowest floor. At that time, he had loved the sword, and even held it when he slept. Later on, he knew Zhuo Hua’s ruse and crashed it into a pile of scrap in a rage.

“The ninth floor? Excuse me, which cultivation stage are you in…”

Before he could finish, Zhuo Hua had released his spiritual coercion and said, “Can we go now?”

“Yes, yes, please.” Feeling the coercion from the Tribulation Passage, the servant broke out in a cold sweat as he said so.

When walking past the first floor, Nan Chen glanced at a familiar sword in the corner and then looked at the back of the man in front of him.

‘Zhuo Hua, the swords on the ninth floor are quite expensive.’

They went all the way to the ninth floor. There were only four swords, hung on four different directions.

“Ha ha ha ha… Sorry that I didn’t know Master Zhuo Hua had come and failed to greet you timely.” A man with a long scar on his face came out from the darkness.

Thinking of what the servant had said just now, Zhuo Hua gently nodded to the man, “Lord of the Pavilion.”

“Master, do you want a sword for yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Nan Chen looked at Zhuo Hua in surprise. ‘Doesn’t he come here to buy me a sword?’

“What kind of sword do you want, Master?” Zhuo Hua looked at the four swords in the room, and finally his gaze stopped on a pitch-dark sword. Zhuo Hua picked up the sword and made a beautiful movement with it.

“Nan Chen, how do you find this sword?”

“Very nice.” Nan Chen lowered his head.

The owner smiled, “You really have a keen eye, Master. This is the treasure of our pavilion, and it has developed a bit of spirit. In just a thousand years, it will cultivate a sword spirit.”

‘In one thousand years’, Zhuo Hua forced a smile, ‘I don’t even know if I can live that long. But…’

“I’ll have it.”

“Okay, Master, five hundred million spiritual crystals in total.”

The common currency of the Cultivation World was the spiritual crystal, and one spiritual crystal could provide a family with expense for three years. Therefore, five hundred million spiritual crystals were by no means a small number.

Even the national treasury of a state did not necessarily had five hundred million spiritual crystals.

Noticing that Zhuo Hua was silent for a while, the owner of the pavilion couldn’t help asking, “Master, is the sword too dear for you to afford?”

Indeed, this price was way too high. He even felt it awkward to say the price just now, and it was much easier to say that the sword was not for sale.

However, Zhuo Hua was just estimating how many spiritual crystals he had and roughly counting them-He had about a dozen billions. This sword was affordable.

“Not really.”

Zhuo Hua threw a storage ring to the owner in which there were exactly five hundred million spiritual crystals. Zhuo Hua picked up the sword and went back to the hostelry with Nan Chen.

As a matter of fact, the owner had been ready to take the sword back. Looking at the spiritual crystals that could buy ten Sword Pavilions in his hand, he had not returned to his mind for a long time.