The Northern Sword God
Low Ranked Immortal Sword
From that day on Sima Yong lived in the trade-free zone of the Ninth Hell. He freely walked from the Ninth Hell, to the fifth hell then the third hell, and so on.
Meanwhile, not too many people in Hell World know about refiner services that Sima Yong managed in one week. Sima Yong ended up just confining himself inside the room, and dabbled in learning the Flying Sword King's legacy Flying Sword Technique.
He repeatedly looked over the patterns that appeared on the rough cloth of the Black Sword Wrapping, yet did not dare to directly practice that Immortal-grade sword technique.
"It's too dangerous not to have the Sword King's relics, or to have not awakened the Black Sword Spirit, and to dabble in practicing that technique"
Sometimes Sima Yong tried to talk to the Black Sword using his mind. But there was no reaction when he repeatedly exerted his mind and soul power to touch the spirit in that Black Immortal Sword.
One day, when Sima Yong was in cultivation to talk to the Black Sword, one of the servant girls in the Dragon Mestika Association named Xiaohua knocked on the door of his room.
"Young master, someone came to visit and wanted to meet with the refiner" Xiaohua said. The girl looked timidly as she entered Sima Yong's study.
News of the young boy's intelligence has circulated throughout the Hell World, including Xiaohua. The general condition in the Hell of the World is that, the strong often do not hesitate to lower a vicious blow to the weaker, even for no reason. It was not uncommon for the stronger person to take people's lives so casually. Sima Yong had learned that from Liu Yangshan.
"Have the prospective customer enter this room" Sima Yong said in a happy tone.
"I finally got one customer" inwardly.
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Sima Yong finished analyzing the metal given by the prospective customer, then presented a price question.
"This is the lowest material to form an immortal-ranked weapon" Sima Yong said.
He glanced at the strange brownish-colored metal chunk that the half-old man wearing the pretty fancy shirt gave him.
"Since this is the lowest rank immortal metal, then the compensation you have to pay is 50,000 high rank Blue Manna. You're lucky to still get a discounted price because I'm still promoting this distillery service.
Since you have given me a discount, then the price is no less and can not be bargained lower" Sima Yong said with a smile.
"Well.. Doesn't refining a spirit weapon require extremely high soul power? This human was lucky to meet a DAO-ranked Soul Master like me" Inner Sima Yong.
On the other hand, the prospective customer man gawked with his mouth wide open. He acted as if he was very surprised to hear the value of the 50,000 Blue Manna he had to pay for the cost of refining the brown immortal spirit weapon.
"Rules of where !" the man broke the table. Then continue..
"You seem to be intent on robbing me by setting a value that high,
Just to make a spirit weapon like that, you charge a fee as high as the sky" the man grumbled but did not leave, or intend to cancel the transaction using the services of refiner Sima Yong.
Sima Yong laughed coldly in his heart,
"Whatever end of the world I dare to guarantee, this human will not encounter a DAO-ranked refiner that gives such a low distillation price.
This guy wants to play crazy with me. He's trying to bully me"
Putting on a face full of sly smiles, the customer man said
"What if I pay you 20,000 Blue Manna for this distilling service, and I'll pay you cash, I don't owe you anything" he slammed his sword against the table hard.
Don't stop there. The man even let out an oppressive killing aura condensed towards Sima Yong. He threatened Sima Yong blatantly.
After saying that, suddenly a hissing sound like water flowing fast filled the room,
"Ssttteet - sreeet"
Seeming from the water-filled jugs and pottery room, it seemed to glide very quickly hundreds of short crystal swords hissing around quickly, circling around and ready to hit the man.
The customer's man immediately let out a cold sweat.he fell silent stiffly full of fear. So afraid, he did not even have time to speak, when the refiner connected the price mentioned earlier.
"Ah... You still have not agreed on the price of 60,000 Blue Manna, well I raise the price of refining that spirit weapon to 70,000 Blue Manna" the hundreds of short swords moved forward with a hissing sound, getting closer to threatening the customer. It was seen that several crystal swords started to scratch the man's neck, and blood started to drip.
Panic was heard the customer screaming,
"B-good - okay. I agree 70,000 Blue Manna" shouted at the customer with fear.
"T-please don't kill me" her face is now as white as paper.
The Refiner looked leisurely putting a friendly smile on his face when his customers agreed to that price.
Still in a friendly sounding tone he said,
"Ah... You are a wise customer. However. I only accept prepayments.
Leave your 70,000 Blue Manna, then wait in the waiting room ahead".
Without further words, the customer man put down a spatial ring that contained a Blue Manna.
"The number of Blue Manna in this ring is 100,000 Blue Manna. Mr. Refiner can take everything.
Think of it as a good thought you didn't take my life" the man was so grateful. If only it had happened to another expert in World Hell, he would have clearly not breathed anymore by now.
The man was finally seated waiting in the front room of the Dragon Mestika Trade Association. He waited for no less than half a day.
On the afternoon when the guardian girl of the Dragon Mestika Association called the customer, despite feeling discouraged, the man met Sima Yong.
"Hopefully the distillery is worth the price he pegs" thought the customer staring bargainly.
The refiner snapped a finger.. Then a glittering brown Immortal Sword appeared in the refiner's hand.
"The immortal spirit sword with perfect quasi accuracy !" the customer gawked.
"I put a metal element symbol on this sword to match your cultivation" the refiner said. The customer's man no longer heard the refiner's words. He was too fascinated with the immortal sword before him..
"Even the price of 100,000 Blue Manna is too cheap for a spirit sword as good as this" he whispered longing. He stared at the brown sword as if unwilling to take his eyes off the immortal weapon.
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