Born with immortal seed

Chapter 74 The Market Steward (Please continue reading!)
The Golden Sparrow Sword, forged from pure gold in the West, is characterized by its speed when used to its fullest potential, accompanied by a sharp bird cry.

This golden short sword was the flying sword that Meng Zhaode had prepared for himself when he switched to swordsmanship.

Among first-tier flying swords, the Golden Sparrow Sword belongs to the top tier.

To be honest, if sold in the market, it would cost at least two or three hundred spirit stones more than the Ink Bamboo Sword.

However, after being idle for a hundred years without the nourishment of spiritual energy, the Golden Sparrow Sword has become stagnant and dull inside, and its magical power is not functioning properly.

"In this case, we need to find a sword furnace to reforge it and absorb enough of the essence of the five metals to repair it."

Bai Zichen lightly flicked the Golden Sparrow Sword, producing a dull, lifeless sound like withered wood.

"I'll try using the Sword Nourishing Technique to temper it later and see if it has any effect."

If this Golden Sparrow Sword can be repaired, it will be more useful than the Ink Bamboo Sword in many situations.

Having made up his mind, he decided to practice the sword-nurturing technique once he returned.

If that doesn't work, then ask Elder Peng Chong for help from the Weapon Refining Hall.

The Star River Sword Formation was so powerful that Bai Zichen was shocked. Even though he knew he couldn't possibly set up the formation successfully, he kept thinking about giving it a try.

"It's just too outrageous to collect twelve flying swords. An ordinary sword cultivator struggles to maintain even one natal flying sword... Twelve at once, no matter how wealthy one is, they can't afford to spend like that!"

Bai Zichen was secretly astonished by the value of twelve first-tier flying swords after a quick calculation, let alone high-tier flying swords.

The premise that the Star River Sword Lord possessed unparalleled combat power was that his wealth was ten times that of a normal Nascent Soul True Lord.

However, with the support of the former Taibai Sword Sect, it might be much easier to gather all those flying swords.

In addition to the above items, the mid-grade storage bag also contains two second-tier talismans, one Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman, and one Restriction-Breaking Talisman, all of which are quite valuable.

"Senior Meng, as long as I reach the stage of Core Formation, I will definitely fulfill your last wish!"

After sorting through Meng Zhaode's belongings, Bai Zichen bowed deeply towards the abandoned cave, reiterating his point once again.

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In a secluded room on the third floor of a teahouse on the central street of Qingfengmenfang.

Lang Zhongping quickly dealt with his official duties. One by one, the stewards lined up in the sect to wait for an audience and report on matters that required his decision.

He would never spend more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea with any of the managers, and no matter how difficult the matter was, Lang Zhongping would hesitate for a moment before offering a solution.

If a decision cannot be reached immediately, one should write down one's opinion and forward it to other deacons for discussion, or submit it to the two elders of the ward.

As one of the four stewards in charge of specific affairs in the market, Lang Zhongping oversees all transactions with the cultivation families and can be considered one of the most powerful figures.

His single decision can affect the revenue of many cultivation families for years, and many more independent cultivation families depend on him for survival.

Lang Zhongping was known for his expertise in general affairs among the stewards of Qingfeng Sect. Two years ago, after he was transferred to the market, the amount of spirit stones that he was in charge of and that were handed over to the sect every year steadily increased.

However, even in his early fifties, he still harbors a glimmer of hope for the Great Dao and dedicates half of each month to cultivation.

"Sir, I've heard that the sect intends to separate the market area and establish a separate hall?"

After the manager finished his report, he did not leave the private room. Instead, he took two steps forward and quietly began to inquire.

"Where did you hear this news? The establishment of a new hall has a significant impact; how could we possibly have a say in it? Before the sect leader and the two patriarchs have spoken, it's all nonsense!"

Lang Zhongping never showed his emotions. This steward was his confidant, and he usually entrusted him with some important and private matters.

No one else would dare to ask such a question.

When the market was first established, it was merely a branch office under the General Affairs Hall.

As the scale expands, the amount of spirit stones submitted to the sect each year continues to increase, and the importance of the market town increases accordingly.

It was first separated from the General Affairs Hall, and then gradually formed a management structure of two elders and four deacons.

Rumors of a self-contained palace have been circulating for years, but Lang Zhongping knows that things are not so simple.

The layout of Qingfeng Gate, consisting of five main halls and seven smaller halls, has been passed down for thousands of years. Adding a new hall would involve countless interests and affect the positions of many people.

It's not something that can be accomplished simply by a few elders having the will or some mid-level deacons jumping around.

Lang Zhongping, a powerful deacon, could be utterly destroyed if he gets involved in such matters.

According to the intelligence he had, business in the market had increased by an average of 30% over the past few months due to the war between the righteous and demonic factions. A large number of side rooms had also been added to the outskirts, and it was estimated that over a thousand new independent cultivators had settled near the market.

With the next round of rent increases for shops in the market, his performance evaluation results are guaranteed.

"Yes, yes, yes... The Xu family would like to invite you to a gathering at Rumeng Tower tonight. Are you available? If you have other plans, I will return to the Xu family head."

"The Xu family... is that the Xu family that wants to lease shop number B3 on East Street for thirty years?"

Lang Zhongping immediately retrieved information about the Xu family from his memory. They were an ordinary, independent cultivator family that had visited several times, wanting to rent a shop in a good location.

As long as you have a shop in the core area of ​​the market, no matter what you sell, it's a stable income that's guaranteed regardless of the circumstances.

Even if you don't have a stable production, you can still earn some hard-earned money by putting in more effort to find a few suppliers among the independent repairmen outside and selling some raw materials.

In recent years, as the market has become increasingly prosperous, the few remaining shops are no longer for sale, and some shops that urgently need spirit stones due to unforeseen circumstances have even been bought back at high prices.

The shops that are leased out are divided into three types of leases: ten years, twenty years, and thirty years.

"You brat, how much did you take from old man Xu to relay his message?"

"You really can't hide anything from you, sir... I only agreed because the old man from the Xu family said he wanted to marry his granddaughter to your mansion as a concubine, and you are all alone in the market with no one to serve you. Otherwise, no matter how many spirit stones the Xu family offered, I wouldn't dare to pass on their message."

"You... never mind, I have nothing to do tonight, so I'll go see what Old Man Xu is planning. A thirty-year contract, the sect doesn't make promises lightly these days."

Lang Zhongping pointed at the young steward, recalling the beautiful young woman who had followed the head of the Xu family at the last banquet, and his heart warmed, so he agreed.

"Hehe, whether you can rent it for a few years is just a matter of your word."

Seeing that the matter was settled and that he had received the ten spirit stones from the Xu family head as a token of his gratitude, the young steward happily prepared to go out and arrange the banquet at Rumenglou.

"Sir, an inner disciple named Bai Zichen is requesting an audience and is already waiting in the VIP room on the second floor."

There was a light knock on the door, and a Taoist priest specializing in firework spoke through the door.

"At this hour... sir, perhaps we should see him later?"

The young steward grumbled inwardly about how this inner disciple's timing was inconsiderate, but when he turned around, he found that Lang Zhongping had already jumped up from his bed.

"Quickly invite Junior Brother Bai up... no, I'll go down to see him. Go and get the best spiritual tea stored in the storeroom and brew it."

Lang Zhongping straightened his Taoist robe and headed for the VIP room on the second floor in a few steps.

The young steward was completely taken aback; when had his steward become so enthusiastic?

I remember last year when a true disciple visited the market, Steward Lang didn't even lower his rank to greet him.

(End of this chapter)