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"Ding! 1.2 million yuan has been deposited into your WeChat account."

"Pay now, not a penny less."

Wang Tie's eyes widened in astonishment.

Lin Feng didn't rush to check his phone. He leaned against the wall and examined the weapons hanging on all four sides of the cave.

"Old Qian, do you have any good knives for sale?"

Old Qian was putting the things from the cloth bag into the cabinet when he heard this and turned around.

"You want to buy a knife?"

"Hmm, a long sword, the sturdier the better."

Old Qian glanced at Lin Feng from head to toe, chuckled twice, pushed the iron box to the corner, walked to the left wall, and pulled down a piece of cloth.

There were more than a dozen long knives hanging inside, of different sizes and materials.

"This weapon is forged from black iron alloy, an E-grade weapon, capable of withstanding the full force of a martial artist at level two, worth 500,000."

Old Qian took off a long, gray-white knife and patted the back of it.

Lin Feng took it and weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy and made of solid materials.

But the E-class is just a transitional class for him; he'll have to switch to it soon.

"Is there anything better?"

Old Qian raised an eyebrow, walked to another wall, and took down a long sword with inscriptions engraved on its scabbard.

"This is a good item, a D-grade weapon called Cold Abyss. I acquired it from a retired martial artist. The blade is forged from deep-sea cold iron, capable of withstanding the infusion of qi and blood from a martial artist's level. It has a chilling effect when you strike it."

Lin Feng drew his sword from its sheath; the blade gleamed with a faint blue light. As he gripped it, a chill ran from his palm up his forearm.

Good knife.

"How much?"

"One million five hundred thousand."

Lin Feng sheathed the knife and returned it to Lao Qian.

He had 1.5 million, but he only had 1.2 million in total.

Even if all the money is spent, there's still a shortfall of 300,000.

Moreover, this money cannot be entirely spent on equipment.

Xiaoyu is still waiting at home for him to send money back home; tuition, living expenses, rent—she can't afford to miss any of them.

He did the math and figured he needed to keep at least 400,000 yuan to send home; that was his bottom line.

A budget of 800,000 is far from enough to buy D-grade weapons.

Buying an E-Class? It makes no sense.

He's currently at the second level of martial arts and is still progressing. His E-grade weapon won't last long before it's worn out.

Wang Tie chimed in from the side, "Old Qian, do you have any cheaper D-grade cars?"

"Where can you find D-grade stuff for cheap?" Old Qian rolled his eyes. "Do you think this is a street stall?"

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, and squatted down to pull out a dusty wooden box from under the stone table.

When the box was opened, a long knife lay inside.

The scabbard had two cracks, but it was held together with wire to prevent it from falling apart.

When I pulled the knife out, I saw that the blade had several chips, the largest of which was big enough to fit a fingernail.

However, there were faint dark gold patterns floating on the back of the blade, and the luster of the material was on a completely different level from those previous D-grade blades.

"This is called Mountain Splitter, Grade A. It is forged from a mixture of red copper spirit ore and obsidian. It was originally a Martial King-level battle sword."

Old Qian tapped the blade with his fingernail; the sound was dull, with a metallic hum.

"Six months ago, a master martial artist brought it to sell. He said that he had fought dozens of times with an A-level beast in the rift, and the spiritual patterns inside the blade broke, so he couldn't channel his blood energy into it, rendering it useless."

He flipped the knife over, revealing a deep crack on the back of the blade.

"A broken spirit rune is like a broken soul; even good materials are useless. To repair it, you need to find a master-level blacksmith, and the labor cost alone would be several million, and there's no guarantee it can be repaired."

"So after I got this knife, I kept it at the bottom of a box and never sold it."

Lin Feng picked up the knife and examined it closely.

The knife was heavy, even heavier than the previous "Frost Abyss".

The material is indeed excellent. Even if the spirit runes are broken, its physical hardness alone makes it far superior to a D-grade weapon.

He was looking at it over and over when suddenly a thought popped into his head.

[Damaged weapon detected: Mountain Split (Grade A, Spirit Rune Broken)]

[The host can consume martial arts points to repair weapon spirit patterns]

[Martial Arts Points Required for Repair: 50]

Lin Feng paused for half a second.

Can martial arts points repair weapons?

Only 50 points?

He glanced down at the panel quickly.

Current Martial Arts Points: 50

Just enough.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face.

He put the knife back in the box and looked up at Old Qian.

"How much is this one?"

"Eight hundred thousand." Old Qian held up one finger. "Don't think it's expensive. The material of the blade alone is worth this price. Even if you don't repair it, it's better than a D-grade weapon as a regular weapon."

"If I ever strike it rich and get someone to fix it, it will be a complete Grade A combat knife, worth nearly ten million on the market."

Wang Tie leaned closer and muttered, "Eight hundred thousand for a piece of junk? Are you crazy?"

Lin Feng ignored him and stared at Lao Qian.

"Seven hundred and fifty thousand."

Old Qian wrinkled his nose and tapped the side of the box a few times with his fingers.

"Seventy-eight, that's the lowest I can go. I paid seven hundred and fifty thousand for this knife back then, and I held it for six months without even calculating the interest."

"make a deal."

Lin Feng took out his phone and transferred the money.

Old Qian took the money, closed the wooden box, and handed it to Lin Feng along with the box.

"Young man, you're a straightforward person. Keep coming back to me if you need any more goods."

Lin Feng transferred another 400,000 yuan to Xiao Yu.

Message: Xiaoyu, I'm doing well. Take the money and spend it, don't be stingy.

The remaining 20,000 yuan will be my own pocket money.

Wang Tie watched from the sidelines, feeling the pinch, but didn't say anything.

The two left Old Money's cave and walked along the side alley toward the exit at the bottom of the pit.

The black market was bustling with people, a mix of various atmospheres.

Lin Feng carried the suitcase and walked at a leisurely pace.

Wang Tie followed beside him, muttering to himself.

"You've spent 780,000 on a useless knife. If you can't fix it later, you've lost a lot of money."

"Well done."

"Do you know the blacksmith?"

"unnecessary."

Wang Tie looked puzzled and wanted to ask more questions, but Lin Feng had already quickened his pace.

When the two reached the edge of the plaza at the bottom of the pit, Lin Feng paused for a moment.

Three figures dressed in black cloaks stood apart at the top of the stairs, blocking the way up.

The one in the middle was the strongest, half a head taller than Wang Tie. Under his cloak, a pair of calloused hands were visible, resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Brothers, may I speak to you in private?"

The voice wasn't loud, and it carried a polite air of a seasoned veteran.

Wang Tie moved closer to Lin Feng and lowered his voice: "They're watching us."

Lin Feng switched the box to his left hand, while his right hand hung naturally at his side.

"explain."

The burly man smiled and took a step forward.

"You guys got a lot of good stuff from Old Qian's place just now, right? Body Tempering Pills, E-grade magic cores, I heard it all outside."

He stretched out his hand and opened his palm.

"Leave your things, and you can leave. That's the rule of the black market: once the goods leave the dealer's shop, they're gone in a flash."

Lin Feng glanced at the auras of the three people.

The burly man leading the group was a third-dan martial artist.

The tall, thin guy on the left is a first-level martial artist.

The short, stout guy on the right is a ninth-dan martial arts apprentice.

"The items have already been sold." Lin Feng tucked the suitcase tighter under his arm. "You're too late."

The burly man paused for a moment, then chuckled.

"Selling it is fine, at least you'll have the money on you, right? We're not greedy, just split it in half, let's be friends."

Wang Tie took half a step back, his hand already touching the hilt of the knife.

Lin Feng's hand remained still.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The burly man's smile grew even brighter.

I ran into two cowards today.

"Young man, you know how to seize the opportunity..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A large sword came straight at me.