Two voices could be heard from the tea house next to the Spring Rejuvenation Hall.

"Xiao Hei, is that Chen Xuan from the Chen family coming back?" A young man asked the darker-skinned youth next to him.

"Yeah, he's the one who killed our young master. The clan leader issued a wanted order. Whoever kills Chen Xuan will be rewarded with a yellow-level intermediate martial art and ten Rejuvenation Pills."

"Wu Qi, you go back immediately and report to the clan. Gather the experts, and let's ambush him in the alley. If we get the yellow-level martial art, we'll split it, and I'll keep an eye on him here," the darker-skinned youth hurriedly said.

The elder counted all the inner cores—four eighth-grade, twenty seventh-grade, fifty sixth-grade, and so on. In total, there were over five hundred inner cores. Over the past two months, Chen Xuan had killed over three hundred demon beasts by himself and robbed some from others.

Then the elder sorted the herbs into different grades—first, second, and third. It was clear that the elder was more professional than Chen Xuan, who had mixed all the herbs together without distinguishing.

As soon as Chen Xuan stepped into the Spring Rejuvenation Hall, he noticed someone staring at him. With his spiritual sense, he could tell that they were just minor characters. The darker-skinned youth was only at the Fourth Stage of the Elementary Realm, a strength that Chen Xuan considered no different from an ant's. Chen Xuan didn't want to alert them and decided to deal with them later.

The elder calculated the price with a clatter of abacuses. After a cup of tea's time, he finally finished pricing everything.

"This young master, the demon beast inner cores, plus the herbs, total five hundred and seven thousand. As I told you before, selling the inner cores to our Spring Rejuvenation Hall would get you the best price. I'll give you five hundred and ten thousand. What do you think?" The elder finished counting and said to Chen Xuan.

Five hundred and ten thousand was quite a large sum in Hongling Town. Chen Xuan didn't bother to calculate precisely. For cultivators, gold and silver weren't as important as strength. As long as you had strength, wealth would naturally come to you.

"Old man, do as you said," Chen Xuan replied.

"Young master, wait a moment. Five hundred and ten thousand isn't a small amount. I'll go to the inner hall and prepare the silver notes for you," the elder said respectfully.

"Old man, please go ahead."

The furnishings inside the inner hall were completely different from outside. It was like a large courtyard. The elder went to the main hall, where several young men and women were chatting. There were three men and one woman, all around twenty years old, enjoying themselves.

"Qing Mei, I didn't expect our Danxuan Sect to have a branch even in such a poor place," one of the young men said with a flattering tone.

"Yeah," another young man chimed in.

"Qing Sister, why did you come to this poor place for training?" the third young man asked.

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All three young men were chatting around the girl.

At this moment, the elder from the front desk came in.

"Greetings, young masters and miss. A young man at the front desk has sold some inner cores and herbs totaling over five hundred thousand two. I'll go to the back hall to get the silver notes for him. Please let me know if you need anything," the elder said in a low voice, afraid of offending the young masters and miss.

"Such a backward place can actually sell over five hundred thousand two in silver notes. It's indeed a big deal. Who is the person buying the inner cores?" The woman's voice was as melodious as an oriole's, pleasant to the ear.

"It's a fourteen or fifteen-year-old young man."

"Young man?" The woman had thought he would be at least middle-aged and furrowed her brows.

"You go get the silver notes. You don't need to attend to us here," the woman said to the elder.

"How could the disciples of the sect come to such a poor place?" the elder grumbled.

It was only when the young masters showed their sect tokens that the elder believed they were indeed disciples of the sect. They had been in Hongling Town for two days, and the elder had been serving them carefully, fearing to offend them.

The elder left, and the young masters resumed their conversation.

"The Sect Master asked us to search everywhere for talented youths and recruit them into the sect. Qing Sister, do you think a genius could appear in such a poor place?"

Chen Xuan waited for a cup of tea's time before the elder came out with fifty-one thousand silver notes, each worth ten thousand.

"Young master, please take it," the elder said.

Chen Xuan took the silver notes without counting and put them directly into his arms. With the addition of the silver notes he had looted, Chen Xuan now had sixty thousand silver notes.

"Are there any elixirs that can quickly enhance one's strength?"

"The best elixir in our shop is the Grade Two Yuan-nourishing Pill, five hundred taels each. One pill can replace ten days of cultivation for a martial artist. Would the young master need it?"

"No need. Grade Two elixirs are no longer useful to me," Chen Xuan said before leaving the Spring Rejuvenation Hall.

After leaving, Chen Xuan headed to the family's weapon shop. Last time he went to buy weapons, he encountered trouble from the Wu family. If there was trouble again this time, he wouldn't mind killing a few more of them. His grandfather had told him that the family's business had suffered a twenty percent loss due to the disturbances caused by the Li and Wu families. Chen Xuan had kept this in mind. Now that his strength had improved, even if a Spirit Martial Realm cultivator came, Chen Xuan was confident he could handle them.

He crossed the street and arrived at the family's weapon shop. A young woman in her twenties saw Chen Xuan coming in and quickly greeted him.

"Young master, you're back. The old master has been sending people out to find you every day recently."

"Thank you, Sister Yu. I want to buy a weapon and then go home."

Although the weapon shop belonged to the Chen family, family members still had to pay for their weapons themselves. Only by doing so could they avoid developing lazy habits. What the family gave would never be as good as what one created with their own hands.

"What kind of weapon does the young master want to buy?" the young woman asked.

"I'll take a look first."

Having practiced the Seven Kills Blade, Chen Xuan decided to stick with blades. After all, he had reached a certain level of understanding in blade techniques, and switching weapons would require him to familiarize himself again.

He went to the rack of blades. There were dozens of styles—thin as cicada wings, like the "Goose Feather Blade," or heavy like the "Nine-foot Large Circular Blade." But there were many styles to choose from.

Chen Xuan picked up each one, testing its weight and balance. They couldn't be too light, or he couldn't exert enough force, but they also couldn't be too heavy, or he couldn't unleash the full power of the Seven Kills Blade.

In the end, Chen Xuan chose a medium-sized horse-chopping knife, weighing twenty pounds and four feet long. It was a bit wider than the military stab from his previous life, with a hint of an assassin's flavor. Both the weight and quality of the knife were much better than the first one.

"I'll take this one."

"Young master has a good eye. This knife was just brought in from the refining workshop yesterday. The master said it's the best one he's ever made, already reaching the peak of second-grade weapons."

"How much is this knife?"

Chen Xuan slung the knife on his back. Although he had a spirit ring, he didn't want too many people to know about it for the time being.

"Three thousand taels. That's the price set by the master. He said anyone who knows its worth will pay this price."

To be honest, three thousand taels were a bit expensive, seven or eight times more than the first knife. But Chen Xuan didn't mind. He had just received a large sum of money and didn't care about this amount. Besides, the quality of the knife was indeed good and met Chen Xuan's requirements. He took out three thousand taels from his pocket and handed them to the girl.

"Thank you for your purchase, young master. Are you going home now?" the girl asked, taking the silver notes.

"Yes, I'm going back now."

"Be careful recently, young master. I heard that the Wu family's people have been looking for you. You'd better go home quickly!"

"I know. Thank you," Chen Xuan replied.

Coming from Earth, he understood the principle of gratitude. If someone was kind to you, you should be even kinder to them. If anyone dared to provoke him, he wouldn't hold back.

"Hehe." Chen Xuan chuckled twice and walked out of the weapon shop.