C17 Flying Edge

"What's the matter, Yi-ge?" Seeing Fang Yi stand up, Mu Linger could not help but feel puzzled.

"No, I'll go over there and have a look." Fang Yi shook his head as he walked towards the table.

"Don't worry about him, let's just eat quickly, otherwise the food won't taste good when it gets cold." The little fatty said as he ate. His small, narrowed eyes were fixated on the food in front of him.

"Eat, eat, eat, be careful not to eat you to death." Mu Linger said in dissatisfaction.

"That's also a kind of happiness …" The little fatty laughed.

"…."

There were already quite a few customers standing around the table, obviously attracted by his wares. Fang Yi walked around for a while before finding an opening and walking up to the table.

"Little friend, don't move the things on the table. These are all very expensive. You can't afford to lose them."

Seeing that someone was coming over, the merchant was overjoyed. However, when he saw that the person he saw was a thirteen or fourteen year old child, the happiness in his heart immediately vanished as he spoke coldly to Fang Yi.

In his opinion, even if there were any goods that they really liked, they would not have the money to buy them. Moreover, there were even some that would steal things.

"It looks like you don't want to do business." Fang Yi took out a few taels of silver from his pocket and waved it in front of the peddler's eyes. He then turned around and pretended to be angry as he turned to leave.

"Huh?" Little brother, don't go yet. What do you want? "I'll give you a discount as compensation, will you?" When the peddler saw the silver ingot in Fang Yi's hand, his eyes immediately lit up as he hastily pulled Fang Yi back and spoke.

"Oh?" "I'd like to buy some decorations, small ones, if they are sabers or swords, that would be even better. Do you have any here?" Fang Yi turned his head and asked faintly, his eyes quite casually looking at the items on the table.

"Little ornaments, let me see …" I got it, little brother, take a look at this. This small sword is only the size of a palm. The black color gives off a mysterious feeling, and the bits and pieces of rust give off an ancient feeling.

Furthermore, at a critical moment, little brother can use it as a dart for self-defense. This little sword is simply tailor-made for you. How about it? Satisfied? "

With a sweep of the table, he picked up the small black sword and introduced it to Fang Yi. Of the items on the table, only this small sword met Fang Yi's requirements.

"What? Isn't it just a rusty little sword?" "To have the nerve to deceive a child …"

"Looks like there's nothing of value here, just some scrap metal."

"Sly merchants, you can disperse now. Don't be fooled by this evil merchant."

The guests around the table saw that the merchant had brought out a small rusty sword to trick the children. They all looked at him with disdain, dropped their things and walked to their seats.

"Everyone, don't go … this is all worth it …" The travelling merchant didn't expect his actions to cause dissatisfaction. He hurriedly said. However, everyone believed that the travelling merchant was a cunning merchant and no longer paid any attention to him.

"This little sword is rusted, I'm afraid you won't be able to sell it. How about this, a silver tael, I'll buy it. If not, then forget it." Fang Yi played with the small sword in his hand as he slowly spoke.

"A silver tael?" The merchant couldn't help but be shocked. He only intended to sell this palm-sized small sword for a bit more than ten coins. He didn't expect the brat in front of him to buy it for a tael of silver.

He really is a prodigal son …

The merchant thought to himself. However, he didn't dare to take this price. If he had really taken a tael of silver, then he would have to sell this item here today.

How could a merchant do such a thing?

"What, not enough?" Fang Yi frowned, pretending to be dissatisfied.

This little brother was joking. It wasn't just not enough, there were too many of them. Just as you said earlier, this little sword has rusted, so it's not worth the price. "Since you like it so much, I'll give you ten pieces of gold. How about it?" The travelling merchant wanted to say out 20 gold coins, but after thinking that there were still guests nearby who would occasionally look in their direction, he changed the price to 10 gold coins, hoping to use this as an opportunity to attract customers.

"You are indeed a proper merchant. Here is ten coins." Fang Yi threw down the ten coins and took the small sword back to his seat.

The peddler took the 10 coins with a pained expression. However, he still revealed a friendly smile on his face.

"Brother Yi, what do you want this sword for?" Mu Linger asked, puzzled.

"Heh heh, you'll know when the time comes." Fang Yi didn't explain and only smiled.

After Fang Yi bought that small sword, the customers on the side saw that the merchant had sold the sword for only ten coins, so they all stood up again and looked towards the goods on the merchant's table. Those customers who had already bought a lot of things they liked earlier even paid for it, making the travelling merchant extremely happy.

The sky gradually darkened, and a pitch-black curtain covered the entire night sky.

Inside the room, Fang Yi was sitting on his bed with his legs crossed. He held the small black sword in his hand and used his Spiritual Sense to probe it.

"It really is a flying sword!" Fang Yi withdrew his consciousness and called out with a joyous expression.

Fang Yi had read about flying swords in a few books on cultivation. He knew that flying swords were made from special materials and had some miniature formations carved into them, making them have all sorts of mysterious uses.

A flying sword, as the name implied, allowed a cultivator to ride the sword and fly.

Of course, in order to truly fly, one must at least be at the Foundation Establishment stage. Otherwise, it was impossible to control a flying sword.

"It looks like I need to quickly raise my cultivation level to the 4th layer of Qi Refining, or else even this flying sword won't be able to kill the enemy." Fang Yi sighed as he played with the small black sword in his hand.

There were a total of nine levels to the Refinement Stage, and the difference between the three levels was one level. One level was early Refinement Stage, four level was mid Refinement Stage, and seven level was late Refinement Stage.

The 3rd and 4th level of Refinement Qi were a divide. Although it was still only a difference of one level, the gap in cultivation was still a huge gap.

Although he was still unable to control the flying sword to fly, he was able to control the flying sword and kill the enemy.

"Since this is my first flying sword, I shall give it a name." "This sword is as black as ink, and I got it by chance in the inn. Let's call it Inkstone!" Fang Yi muttered in a low voice and then put him into his storage pouch.