"Take out the best ice or fire-attribute Magical Treasure you have in your shop, preferably Second Tier Upper Grade! Spirit Stones are not an issue."
"This..."
The Steward was taken aback for a moment, then his face showed a look of difficulty,
"Guardian Chen must understand, Second Tier Upper Grade Magical Treasures are extremely rare, although we have a few treasures in our shop, but..."
Such treasures are often not for sale and have other uses, not something he could decide on.
His words were hesitant, and his gaze involuntarily drifted to Zhang Chuxi, who was quietly sitting and gazing down at the Flowing Light Sword in her arms.
Such treasures are not something a Steward like him could easily decide upon.
Feeling the Steward’s gaze, Zhang Chuxi’s long eyelashes trembled slightly.
She raised her eyes and spoke plainly:
"Instructor Chen is my mentor, not an outsider. Steward Liu, go bring out the Frostfire."
"Miss?" The Steward was startled, "But that’s the treasure of our pavilion..."
The Frostfire is one of the best three Flying Swords in the pavilion, its value immeasurable.
Once an Inner Sect Peak Master sought to purchase it from the Fourth Elder, only to be declined... though the Fourth Elder didn’t use Second Tier Magical Treasures, such treasures are very rare and quite attractive, making them excellent collectibles.
"I said bring it out!"
Zhang Chuxi’s face turned slightly cold, looking coldly at Steward Liu.
Cold sweat formed on Steward Liu’s forehead, and he regretted inwardly, after all, it wasn’t his own Magical Treasure...
He dared not speak further, bowed deeply, and hurriedly turned to head upstairs, his steps unsteady.
Chen Ye glanced at her somewhat unexpectedly.
Could it be that his training was effective?
The young girl smiled, speaking leisurely:
"Instructor Chen, please don’t hold back. Just be aware that the Frostfire is an Upper Grade Magical Treasure, and Zhang Chuxi can’t give it to you unconditionally, otherwise it would be hard to explain to her mother."
Chen Ye had no intention of getting it for free, so he laughed:
"You’ve underestimated me, Chen Ye. My payment of Spirit Stones won’t fall short of Xuanyue Hall’s expectations."
"That’s good then..."
Zhang Chuxi tugged at her lips, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes,
"You mentioned earlier that Spirit Stones aren’t a problem, right? Then I am relieved. After all, for the sake of a disciple, Instructor must be willing to spend some extra Spirit Stones, right?"
"?"
Chen Ye realized something was off.
Qing Jun proudly puffed up her little chest, "Of course! My master has plenty of Spirit Stones! Master is very, very wealthy!"
"That’s what I thought as well."
Zhang Chuxi nodded, joy blooming in her heart.
Hmph!
Zhang Chuxi is not so easily subdued!
She definitely wanted to put Chen Ye in an awkward spot, since he made such a promise in front of his disciple, Zhang Chuxi was eager to see how Chen Ye would handle it!
Shortly, Steward Liu came downstairs, nervously holding a long Cold Jade box engraved with intricate formation patterns.
As soon as the lid was opened, a chilling Sword Qi filled the entire second floor.
Inside the box lay a long sword, seemingly made of ice crystal. The sword was slender and seemed to seal a myriad of flying flames within, its glow flowing and radiating overwhelming Spiritual Qi.
"What a fine sword!"
Chen Ye’s eyes lit up.
This sword was of exceptional quality, a truly rare treasure.
"Jin’er, give it a try."
Jin’er felt a bit nervous. Although she didn’t know how to appraise Magical Treasures, she instinctively felt the extraordinary nature of this sword.
She carefully reached out and grasped the hilt.
"Buzz—"
The sword vibrated lightly, emitting a clear and resonant sword hum.
The Cold Flame within Jin’er’s body flowed into the sword. The originally ice-blue sword body flared with a ghostly blue flame, the cold and heat intertwined, bursting with astonishing pressure!
"This..."
The Steward’s eyes widened in amazement,
"Unity of Man and Sword! I didn’t expect your student to be so compatible with this sword! It truly seems as if this sword was tailor-made for her!"
Of course, it was compatible.
After all, the Frostfire is a water and fire attribute Flying Sword, and the Cold Flame shares the same attributes.
"This is Frostfire."
Zhang Chuxi rose and walked to the box, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the sword box, her tone proud,
"The Frostfire Sword... was an exotic treasure acquired by my mother during her early travels. The sword divides into yin and yang, condensing frost and embracing fire, unparalleled in sharpness. Its material is even more special, neither metal nor jade, it is forged from ice-fire mystical crystals born in the depths of the earth’s veins."
"Instructor Chen, this is indeed the treasure of my Xuanyue Hall, worth a fortune. Since you’re not short of Spirit Stones, how does twenty thousand Spirit Stones sound to you?"
"Pfft—"
Chen Ye almost spat out the sip of tea he had just taken.
Ordinary Second Tier Upper Grade Magical Treasures are priced at around seven to eight thousand Spirit Stones.
And the Yucang he owned, just a hair away from being a Second Tier Top Grade, was forged through Master Gu’s connections, costing only eight thousand Spirit Stones!
He initially thought Zhang Chuxi was trying to deceive him,
But he didn’t expect the Steward to solemnly state:
"Instructor Chen, the three Flying Swords in our pavilion are indeed priced at two hundred thousand Spirit Stones! If you don’t believe it, you’re welcome to verify externally!"
Of course, there was one more sentence that the Steward did not voice.
These three Flying Swords are actually not for sale, so their listed prices are very high, but in reality, the normal price for Frostfire is around ten thousand.
"What? Could it be... could it be the instructor thinks it’s too expensive?"
Zhang Chuxi covered her small mouth in surprise, seemingly in disbelief.
"But... this Frostfire, whether in terms of material or craftsmanship, is top-notch. Never mind, on the instructor’s account, I’ll charge you thirteen thousand Spirit Stones, how about that?"
Although this price is quite high, it barely falls within the normal market price category. After all, Flying Swords of this kind are priceless commodities.
Even if Chen Ye talks about this to outsiders, no one would think she’s deliberately making things difficult for him.
"Hmph... Just a Loose Cultivator, how many Spirit Stones could he have? And he even wants a Second Tier Upper Grade Magical Treasure..."
Seeing Chen Ye looking a bit embarrassed, Zhang Chuxi felt utterly satisfied.
Anyway.
Chen Ye definitely wouldn’t go all-in and expose the Image Capture technique publicly over this... If he did, even his mother wouldn’t forgive him!
Seeing Zhang Chuxi’s "I’d like to see how you get out of this" complacent look, Chen Ye recalled Jin’er’s eyes filled with reluctance, and felt truly aggrieved.
This wretched girl, clearly she’s taking revenge on him!
Thirteen thousand Spirit Stones?
He currently has over twenty thousand Spirit Stones in total, but those are all he painstakingly saved over time!
To suddenly spend more than half, who wouldn’t feel heartache?
But for the sake of his disciple...
Chen Ye could still endure such a slight loss.
It’s just losing a few thousand Spirit Stones anyway.
However,
Chen Ye retracts his previous statement... this little rascal clearly hasn’t been properly taught yet, and is still secretly causing trouble!
Crying like that the other day, and now she still dares to take revenge!
"Why does the instructor remain silent? Could it be... is your purse empty?" Zhang Chuxi looked troubled and sighed, pretending to put away the Frostfire.
"Expensive? How could it be expensive!"
Chen Ye forced a carefree smile,
"The Frostfire Sword’s quality is extraordinary, thirteen thousand Spirit Stones, it’s worth every bit!"
"Oh? Really?"
Zhang Chuxi raised her eyebrows, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
She initially thought Chen Ye would bargain or simply find an excuse not to buy it, but unexpectedly, he actually agreed?
Impossible!
She was still thinking about making Chen Ye embarrassed!
"Of course it’s true."
Chen Ye waved his hand, drawing a large bag of Spirit Stones from his Storage Ring and heavily placing it on the table,
"Here are thirteen thousand Spirit Stones, not a single one missing, Miss Zhang, feel free to count."
"No need to count, I trust Instructor Chen."
Though Zhang Chuxi was somewhat disappointed not witnessing Chen Ye’s embarrassment, the fact she made him bleed a bit was consoling enough.
"Then thank you very much."
Chen Ye gritted his teeth and smiled.
With the transaction completed, Lin Jin got her hands on Frostfire as desired.
Though she isn’t familiar with these complexities, she knows the sword must be quite expensive.
"Master..."
She looked uneasily at Chen Ye,
"Did I... use a lot of Master’s Spirit Stones?"
"Silly girl, what are you saying."
Chen Ye patted her head, although his heart ached, he showed complete indifference,
"What’s a few Spirit Stones? As long as you like it, Master will buy them all for you!"
"Master..."
Jin’er was stunned.
She originally thought she was unimportant in her master’s eyes, but unexpectedly, he’d be willing to spend thirteen thousand Spirit Stones on her...
In the past.
She once held a First Tier Magic Sword, silently envying her two elder sisters, thinking her master didn’t care for her at all.
Thinking about it now, the past her completely misunderstood her master.
Seeing this, Qing Jun also came over, tugging at Chen Ye’s sleeve and acting coquettishly:
"Master Master! I want one too! I want one too!"
"Alright alright, everyone gets one."
Helplessly, Chen Ye had to continue bleeding.
Fortunately.
Although the little girl claimed fiercely, she only picked some interesting and cheap Magical Artifacts within the pavilion... but these Magical Artifacts, strange, seemed like they were meant to torment the fox.
Chen Ye glanced at the little white fox lazily lying in Zhiwei’s embrace, surprisingly feeling uneasy for the little white fox.
Walking out of Xuanyue Hall, the sunset was already slanted.
With everyone returning fully loaded.
On the second floor of Xuanyue Pavilion, Zhang Chuxi silently watched the backs of the departing crowd, feeling somewhat... complex.
If she had a father, would he spoil her like this too?