Douluo Continent: My name is Lu Mingfei, and my martial soul is Lu Mingze.

When Lu Mingze's voice rang in his mind, Lu Mingfei was completely stunned.

Hyotei's voice echoed from the sea of ​​consciousness, tinged with obvious confusion: "What does he mean? What show?"

"I don't understand," Xue Di replied simply.

But Lu Mingfei could understand it.

He heard it clearly, perfectly, without missing a single word.

"Lu Mingze," Lu Mingfei asked in his mind, his voice trembling slightly.

"Is the 'word of power' you're talking about what I mean?"

"That's exactly what you mean."

Lu Mingze's tone carried a smug smile: "Show me the money, a special existence within the Word of Power sequence. The effect is simple—it immediately gives you the amount of money you want."

Lu Mingfei's breath hitched.

"Any price is fine?"

"Any price is fine."

"Are there any restrictions?"

"The only limit is your imagination." Lu Mingze held his wine glass and slowly turned it around.

"It will give you as much as you want. Gold Soul Coins, Silver Soul Coins, Bronze Soul Coins, or even barter equivalents—as long as you have the amount in mind, the Word of Power will make it happen for you."

Lu Mingfei remained silent for about three seconds.

He was thinking about where the money came from.

Money appearing out of thin air—it just doesn't seem right.

Money doesn't appear out of thin air; it always comes from somewhere.

Was it transferred from somewhere? Or was it a copy of an existing currency? Either way, it means someone is going to suffer.

But Lu Mingfei gave up after only three seconds of thinking.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

As long as he doesn't have to shoulder the debt himself, it doesn't matter at all.

Lu Mingfei has lived two lives. When was he ever rich? His pockets are always clinking more often than they're quiet.

Now someone is telling him that he can have as much money as he wants?

"Lu Mingze." Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, his expression becoming solemn and dignified, as if he were about to dedicate himself to a great cause.

"How do I use this Word of Power?"

"It's very simple. Silently recite the name of the incantation in your mind, and then decide on the number you need."

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and silently repeated in his mind—Show me the money.

Then he thought about the starting price of the Tang sword, and then about the money he had in his storage bag. He calculated the difference, and then multiplied it by three in case someone else bid against him.

A barely perceptible golden light flashed between his brows.

Lu Mingfei opened his eyes and hurriedly pulled out the storage soul tool that Old Song had given him, then opened it to take a look.

Then a smile appeared on his face that he had never shown in his entire life.

Inside the storage bag, gold soul coins were piled up like a small mountain.

Golden light shone from the bag, so bright it almost blinded him. He roughly counted the contents, and the number was exactly as he had expected, no more, no less.

"Hehe." Lu Mingfei laughed.

"Hehehe." He laughed again.

Hyotei's voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, tinged with obvious disdain: "What is he laughing at? His laughter is so awful."

Xue Di didn't speak, but through the spatial connection, Lu Mingfei could sense that she was also looking at his storage bag.

Then Hyotei's voice suddenly changed: "Wait, is that money?"

"right."

"A lot of money?"

"a lot of."

"Can you buy lots of delicious food?"

"I could buy up all the barbecue stalls in Longcheng."

Hyotei paused for a second, then her voice, which she tried to suppress but couldn't quite conceal, echoed in her mind: "Then what are we waiting for? Buy it!"

Lu Mingfei ignored her.

His attention was completely focused on the Tang sword on the crystal screen.

The auctioneer in red robes on the auction stage has already begun introducing the item.

"Distinguished guests, the next item is rather special. It is a Tang Dynasty sword of unknown origin, material, and casting date. Our appraiser can only confirm one thing—the hardness of this sword exceeds that of all known metals, but the sharpness of its blade is sufficient to cut through the protective shield of a level six soul tool."

"And there are no restrictions on the use of soul power."

A murmur arose from the audience.

The auctioneer continued, "Starting price: 50,000 gold soul coins. Each bid must be at least 1,000 gold soul coins."

Lu Mingfei raised the bidding paddle in the private room.

"Fifty-one thousand."

A voice came from another private room: "Fifty-five thousand."

"Fifty-six thousand." Lu Mingfei raised his sign again.

"Sixty thousand."

"Sixty-one thousand."

Lu Mingfei only added one thousand each time, sticking to his guns.

He has enough money now to buy this knife from head to toe and then from toe to head again, but deep down he's still that poor kid who's used to being poor, and he always feels like he's being ripped off when he raises the price by a thousand.

When the price climbed to 80,000, the voice bidding against him finally disappeared.

"Eighty-one thousand, the first time."

"Eighty-one thousand, the second time."

"81,000, third time, sold!"

The auctioneer brought down the gavel.

Lu Mingfei leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the private room. A staff member in a black uniform walked in carrying a tray with the Tang sword on it.

"Sir, your lot."

Lu Mingfei took the knife, and the staff member bowed and left.

The moment the knife was in his hand, a voice suddenly rang in Lu Mingfei's ear.

"jealous."

The voice didn't come from outside; it came directly from the blade. It was low and hoarse, like the murmur of someone who had been imprisoned for a long time.

Lu Mingfei looked down at the knife in his hand.

The blade was dark red all over, like congealed blood.

The black rope on the hilt was tightly bound, and it felt strangely snug in his hand. He gently drew the blade, and a glint of cold light shone from the scabbard, making the temperature in the entire private room drop a few degrees.

Lu Mingfei thought about it and realized that the knife was indeed quite good.

He sheathed the knife and tucked it into his waistband.

I stood up and stretched, and I felt completely different.

He used to fight entirely with his fists, and although his fists are now enhanced by the Ice Emperor's Sting, they are still essentially close-quarters combat.

Now that we have this Tang sword, at least we have a decent means of attack on the surface.

"Lu Mingze," he asked in his mind, "does he have any sword or saber techniques I can learn?"

"No," Lu Mingze answered crisply.

"Didn't you say I was the ruler of one of the Four Great Sovereigns? You don't even have a sword technique?"

"You are my lord, but I am not a master swordsman."

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched.

At this moment, Xue Di's voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, calmly saying, "I know some basics."

Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up: "Sister Xuedi, you know how?"

"You only know the basic moves." Xue Di's voice remained calm.

"The attack methods of ice attribute are nothing more than slashing, chopping, thrusting, and parrying, combined with the gathering and release of ice element. There are no profound techniques, nor is there anything to refer to."

"I'll learn!" Lu Mingfei said immediately.

Xue Di paused for a second, as if to confirm that he was serious: "It really is just the basics."

"Basic stuff is good enough! It's better than me blindly hacking around with a knife!"

Xue Di sighed softly; it was the first time Lu Mingfei had heard helplessness in her voice.

"Okay. I'll teach you when we get back to Shrek."