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Chapter 517 A man came to buy a knife
Wang Jin stood at the entrance gate of Bianjing City, unable to move forward.

The queues to enter the capital stretched for miles, creating a traffic jam that led all the way to the city walls of Bianjing.

The checks upon entering the city are now ten times stricter than before.

If someone is carrying a knife, they'll have it confiscated regardless of the reason. If they want it back, they'll have to pay to get it back.

Wang Jin kept watch at the city gate for two days and discovered that the officials were specifically looking to see if anyone was carrying a knife into the capital.

He knew in his heart that this was definitely aimed at him.

The fame of the Wild Goose Feather Blade is tied to him.

The area outside Bianjing City was not empty either. Many martial arts practitioners, unable to enter the city, gradually formed a temporary market outside. There were people wielding spears and sticks and selling ointments, acrobatics for tips, animal trainers and monkey jugglers, fortune tellers and massage therapists, and food and drinks—it was quite lively.

Wang Jin wasn't in a hurry to enter Bianjing, so he strolled around the temporary market outside the city.

People were buying mutton soup, tea to rest, and dried fruit; even the vendors from Bianjing (Kaifeng) had come out of the city to set up stalls. Returning city dwellers received a different treatment than outsiders entering the city.

Wang Jin couldn't help but laugh.

I never imagined I would be where I am today, able to stir up storms across the world.

Wang Jin was drinking tea in a tea shop when he saw a man standing blankly in the market. He had a bluish-green mark on his face, and it appeared that he was selling a knife.

There were at least five or ten knife sellers like this at the makeshift market outside the city. None of them were as mute as this blue-faced man; they were all shouting and advertising their knives.

Wang Jin paid for the tea and walked towards the blue-faced man.

"You're selling knives?"

"Yes!"

Upon seeing someone ask, Yang Zhi, the Blue-Faced Beast, instantly perked up.

"How much?" Wang Jin asked.

"Selling for three thousand strings of cash."

"Wow! What a precious knife! Is the handle made of gold or the scabbard?" Wang Jin joked.

"The treasured sword passed down from our ancestors has three functions: first, it can cut through copper and iron; second, it can sever a hair with a breath; and third, it can kill without shedding blood," Yang Zhi said.

How did you prove it?

"How do you intend to prove it?" Yang Zhi countered.

"How about this, I'll call all the knife sellers in this area over, and I'll take all your knives," Wang Jin said.

"Oh? You are so generous?"

"It's not a big deal."

Wang Jin pulled out a large, dazzling gold ingot from his pocket, and Yang Zhi gasped when he saw it clearly.

Wang Jin put the large gold ingot back into his pocket, turned around and called over a dozen knife sellers together, who all gathered around Yang Zhi.

"Everyone says it's a good knife. I'll give you the money first, but you have to leave it here for me to see if it's as good as you've described."

Wang Jin spoke to the ten knife sellers, and apart from Yang Zhi, the Blue-Faced Beast, the other knife sellers nodded obsequiously like chickens pecking at rice.

Wang Jin broke a large gold ingot into gold nuggets of varying sizes and distributed them according to the prices called out by the knife sellers. Yang Zhi received the largest nugget, and the other knife sellers all smiled at Yang Zhi with ill intent.

"Kid, when your brother finds out you lied to him, he'll send you to meet your ancestors with your family heirloom sword."

"Hmph, I am Yang Zhi, the Blue-Faced Beast, a descendant of three generations of generals, the grandson of Yang Linggong, one of the Five Marquises. My family's treasured sword was bestowed by the Emperor. You are all speaking nonsense."

"I see you also have a knife, why don't you take it out and give it a try?"

As Yang Zhi spoke, he looked at Wang Jin and noticed the goose-feather saber that Wang Jin was carrying on his back.

"Alright." Wang Jin chuckled softly, taking the goose-feather saber from his waist. Just looking at the scabbard of the goose-feather saber made everyone secretly admire its extraordinary nature.

"Huh? This blade is shaped like a wild goose feather. Could it be the legendary Wild Goose Feather Blade?" A knowledgeable swordsman recognized it immediately.

The goose-feather saber has a straight back and a curved front, with an upturned tip and a streamlined shape like a feather. The handle is not long, making it a one-handed saber, but it can also be held with two hands.

"Since your knife is the cheapest, let every other knife chop it first."

After Wang Jin finished speaking, the cheap knife seller gripped his knife tightly with both hands and let the others take turns slashing at it. "Testing the knife like this will ruin it."

Before they knew it, Wang Jin and his group of swordsmen were surrounded by onlookers.

Wang Jin glanced around, and the people who had squeezed in stepped back a few paces, making room for him to wield his sword.

A dozen knives were used to chop in turn, and the cheapest knife developed nicks of varying depths on its blade.

Yang Zhi raised his knife and had the cheap knife-wielder place his cheap knife horizontally. With one stroke, he split the cheap knife in two.

Yang Zhi looked at Wang Jin, waiting for him to test the goose-feather blade.

Wang Jin also used the broken knife to cut off a section of the cheap knife neatly.

"What a fine sword!"

"Two precious swords!!"

The onlookers gasped in surprise.

"Take a few strands of your hair and blow on the blade." Wang Jin began the second stage of testing the blade.

"This is called 'cutting a hair in half,' I wonder how many knives can do that?" A group of onlookers began to offer their own commentary.

The cheap swordsman used his broken sword to blow on his hair. Wang Jin didn't tell him to leave, so he didn't dare to go. He was just filling in as a substitute among the swordsmen.

"Even four knives could cut a hair in two!"

"Bring over four sheep!!"

Wang Jin shouted to the onlookers, and soon a busybody actually brought over four sheep. Wang Jin threw a gold nugget at the busybody and bought the sheep.

"This is to test the knife without getting it stained with blood!!" a wild commentator shouted from the crowd.

The sheep are tethered, but they also wander around aimlessly along the rope.

This is not only a test of the sharpness of the knife, but also a test of the skill of the knife user.

Without hesitation, Yang Zhi was the first to strike, severing a leg of lamb in one stroke. With another, he cut off the lamb's head.

The ancestral sword was dripping with sheep's blood, yet not a single drop of blood flowed from its blade; it remained as smooth and lustrous as the moon.

The other two swordsmen also made their move; one's blade became lodged in the sheep's spine, while the other's blade was covered with a layer of sheep's blood, like a veil.

Wang Jin drew his sword.

The goose-feather knife danced in Wang Jin's hand, and when the knife stopped, the lamb was separated from the meat and bone like a butcher carving up an ox.

Not a drop of blood touched the blade.

"You are Wang Jin, the Great Hero of Nanyan!!"

Yang Zhi, the Blue-Faced Beast, cried out in surprise, and the onlookers, hearing his shout, also reacted and joined in with shouts.

"Wang Jin, the Hero of the Southern Wild Goose!!"

"Who am I talking about! It's actually the great hero Nan Yan!!"

"Greetings, Great Hero Nan Yan!!"

More than a dozen knife sellers immediately knelt down before Wang Jin, shouting in unison, their tacit understanding seemingly unseen.

"Hey, you over there selling mutton soup, come and cook these four sheep, I'll treat everyone to mutton soup!!"

Wang Jin shouted to the mutton soup vendors on the outermost edge of the street. Despite the noisy scene, everyone present clearly heard what Wang Jin said.

"Fellow villagers and heroes of the martial world! I am Wang Jin. I dare not accept the title of Great Hero of Nan Yan. I am merely passing by today," Wang Jin said, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Great Hero Nan Yan, when did you go to the capital and take the heads of those corrupt officials?!"

"Great Hero Nan Yan! I have a list of traitors..."

"Hero! Hero!"

"Great hero! The Liao and Western Xia kingdoms harbor wolfish ambitions and have long coveted our Central Plains! The greatest heroes are those who save their country and its people!"

(End of this chapter)