I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 213 The Qilin Arm

Clang~

With his Heavenly Eye activated, Ye Qingzhou saw through the phenomenon, brandished his golden knife, sliced ​​through the air, and precisely struck the "weak point" where the different materials connected inside the Crimson Fang Blade's blade.

The two blades clashed, the golden blade striking the weaker one with superior strength. With a snap, the Crimson Fang Blade in the forging warrior's hand broke in two.

"How is that possible?"

The two passed each other. Duanwu stared at the broken sword in his hand, frozen in place, his expression blank with utter bewilderment: "Red Fang!"

His Crimson Fang Blade is already among the rare and famous blades, possessing three major characteristics: flowing flame, sharpness, and stability. Even among the high-ranking nobles in the inner city of Flower Stream City, many are willing to spend a fortune to buy it, but he is reluctant to sell it.

Now, his prized sword, Crimson Fang, which he cherished dearly, has been cleaved in two with a single blow!

Ye Qingzhou looked at Duanwu: "The outcome is decided. Do you intend to keep your left hand, or your right hand?"

"Outsider, don't push your luck!"

"To cut off Senior Brother Wu's hand just for winning one round is outrageous!"

Behind Duanwu, many apprentices of the Yanfeng Ship stood up indignantly, wanting to verbally attack and morally blackmail Ye Qingzhou.

Ye Qingzhou wasn't about to let them get away with it. She immediately sneered, "Don't act like I'm the bad guy. The loser leaves with only one hand. Did I make that rule? Of course, you can go back on your word if you want. I have no objection. Anyway, I'm not the one who'll lose face."

Upon hearing this, the apprentices on the Yanfeng ship nearby immediately erupted in an uproar.

In their eyes, Ye Qingzhou was simply aggressive and completely disregarded the prestige of the Yanfeng.

"You're not welcome here!"

Duan Wen stepped forward with a gloomy face, one of his hands already on the hilt of his knife.

Ye Qingzhou glanced at him sideways, his attitude remaining calm and unhurried. In his eyes, the menacing members of the Yanfeng team around him were nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs, utterly vulnerable.

"What, you're kicking people out just because you lost? Turns out the renowned Yanfeng isn't so petty after all."

"No need to say anything!"

With a fierce shout, Duanwu gritted his teeth and swung his broken sword to sever his own left arm: "I, Duanwu, am a man of my word and will never bring shame to the Yanfeng."

The severed hand fell to the ground, and the bloody scene terrified Huang Liwen.

"Junior brother!"

Duanwen quickly stepped forward to stop the bleeding, while glaring at Ye Qingzhou with resentment: "Are you satisfied now?"

"You've got guts."

Ye Qingzhou gave Duan Wu a thumbs up: "You're a man of courage and determination."

"You caused Senior Brother Wu to lose an arm, and you're still here making sarcastic remarks!"

"I think you don't take our Yanfeng ship seriously at all!"

The apprentices of the Yanfeng were all filled with righteous indignation. They were all Rakshasa people of commoner origin. Otherwise, they would not have come here to suffer and endure hardship, spending their days with furnaces and ore.

To put it bluntly, isn't it all about learning the craft of casting and gaining a better social standing?

He was known for his loyalty and generosity during martial arts training, which earned him the respect and admiration of his fellow disciples.

Now that Duanwu had lost a hand in a gambling match, everyone was naturally united in their hatred and surrounded Ye Qingzhou and Huang Liwen, their eyes seeming to devour them.

Just as a conflict was about to erupt, Duanwen stopped everyone: "That's enough, let him leave."

"But senior brother..."

"Shut up, all of you!"

Compared to his impulsive junior brothers, Duan Wen was clearly much more rational. Yan Feng Hao was going to open its doors to do business, so it had to be reasonable in its actions.

Even if you want revenge, you can't just kill someone now. What's the difference between that and being a robber?

Where is Duan Qianfeng?

"Master has gone out and has not returned."

"That's a real shame."

After Ye Qingzhou finished speaking, he swaggered away from the Yanfeng with Huang Liwen.

Only after they had traveled a considerable distance did Huang Liwen dare to catch his breath, and then asked Ye Qingzhou, "Duan Qianfeng isn't here today, who are you planning to stage an accident with?"

"No need."

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "The goal has been achieved. Now we just need to wait patiently."

"what?"

………………

The next day, Ye Qingzhou opened his weapons shop in the ironware market and gave it an imposing name—Shenfeng Pavilion.

Whether it was intentional or accidental, the shop's location is just one street away from the Yanfeng, making it a perfect front-line sniper position.

Even their signboards are directly criticizing their competitors. A banner hangs outside Shenfeng Pavilion that reads: "This shop only sells high-quality goods, never junk."

In just one night, Ye Qingzhou's reputation as "Golden Saber Cuts Red Fang" spread throughout Huajian City.

The content of the banner makes it hard not to draw certain conclusions.

Which ones are the best?

Who is the trash?

In an instant, the entire ironware market became lively, with many people waiting to see a good show.

"Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

Huang Liwen looked up at the banner hanging high at the entrance of the shop. Just thinking about Duanwu, the ruthless man who could cut off hands without hesitation, made him almost wet his pants.

"I'm running a legitimate business, how is that being arrogant?"

Ye Qingzhou remained remarkably calm. He even surveyed the small shop before him with a satisfied expression. He had rented it for two hundred dollars, and only for one month.

So right now, the only thing on his mind is how to make his money back!

Soon, Ye Qingzhou's strategy of staged accidents produced remarkable results.

Of course, this is not surprising. After all, the topic of such an exciting challenge generates tremendous buzz, and within just a few days, some people couldn't resist being the first to try it.

A Qiongqi warrior clad in armor stood before the entrance of Shenfeng Pavilion. He was tall and strong, with a majestic tiger's head and a pair of wings that stretched out to the sides like a cloak.

Upon hearing that a guest had arrived, Ye Qingzhou raised his eyelids, glanced at the person, and was slightly surprised.

The person before me has a life energy level of at least 300, and is at least a martial arts expert at the third level of the Ascension Realm.

In the martial arts world of the Eastern Pole Kingdom, this would be considered a powerful senior master!

However, in Kunlun Cave Heaven, grandmasters are everywhere and great masters are as rare as dogs. Judging from his status, the Qiongqi warrior in front of him is just a wandering knight-errant.

The so-called wandering knights, inside the Kunlun Cave Heaven, do work similar to mercenaries; they are a group that does things for money.

According to legend, the Qiongqi clan are descendants of Shaohao, the White Emperor, one of the Five Emperors, and their lineage is extremely illustrious.

Because of his betrayal of trust and his embellishment of evil words, Qiongqi was eventually exiled by Emperor Shun and moved to the four border regions to ward off evil spirits.

Today, the Qiongqi tribe remains homeless and has evolved into a group that lives solely through "war." Within the Kunlun Cave Heaven, whenever war breaks out between various kingdoms, the Qiongqi tribe can almost always be seen.

"Boss, how much is this knife?"

Qiong Jie stroked one of the golden knives, his eyes revealing a look of longing. With his hand speed, he almost wore the blade bare.

Ye Qingzhou looked up at him and casually replied, "1,200 dollars."

"Why is it so expensive? Boss, are you robbing me?!"

Upon hearing this, Qiong Jie immediately bared his teeth in anger; the price was clearly beyond his means.

Knife coins are made of refined copper and have no fixed design. However, under the regulations of the Queen Mother of the West, the lord of the grotto-heavens, they are all roughly the same weight. For thousands of years, their value has remained stable and they are very valuable, making them popular among the strong.

As for most ordinary people, knife coins were something they longed for but could not afford. Ordinary transactions were conducted using even lower-level cowrie shells.

Or they might carry a small bag of salt with them, because due to low productivity, many daily necessities for ordinary people were very scarce.

In other words, the communication between the cave heaven and Blue Star was restricted by the teleportation array. Otherwise, given Blue Star's productivity, it could destroy the economic foundation of Kunlun Cave Heaven in no time by dumping goods, and then wantonly plunder the wealth within the cave heaven.

Of course, doing this will definitely provoke the martial saints and even martial gods in the cave to go berserk, and then it will be the humans of Blue Star who will be robbed.

"How much money can you make from robbery?"

Ye Qingzhou responded to the poor man's protest with disdain: "Buy it or don't, it's up to you."

"Is this how you do business?"

Qiong Jie muttered to himself, but he still couldn't put down the golden knife in his hand.

The spine of the golden knife was forged from black iron, the blade was mainly made of divine metal, and a small amount of sharp metal was added to the edge for reinforcement. After being refined by the Six Ding Divine Fire, the properties of the various materials were combined very well.

These weapons were all practice tools made by Ye Qingzhou. Because they couldn't fetch a good price on Blue Star, they were left to gather dust in the gilded jade gourd.

However, in Qiong Jie's eyes, the golden knife before him was already among the treasures, something that only a master craftsman could forge, and it was indeed a priceless masterpiece.

"A customer is a customer, boss, can you give me a discount?"

Qiong Jie tested the feel of the golden knife and became even more reluctant to put it down.

Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "It won't be any cheaper."

The Golden Knife uses only consumable materials, and Ye Qingzhou sold it for three times the cost price. How is the price high? It's practically a huge discount!

This is a famous sword that he forged himself!

It's reasonable to charge a slightly higher labor fee, right?

Seeing that Ye Qingzhou was unyielding and refused to lower the price, Qiong Jie had no choice but to put down his knife, because he didn't have that much money.

His income wasn't actually low, but the problem was that martial arts training was very taxing. All the money he earned went towards buying cultivation resources, and he only had a little over six hundred sword coins left, which wasn't enough at all.

Seeing that he really couldn't come up with the money, Ye Qingzhou made a suggestion: "Actually, it's not that we can't lower the price."

"real?"

Qiongjie's green eyes suddenly lit up, and his ferocious mouth stretched almost to the back of his ears.

"Here's what we'll do: if you bring a customer to my shop, I'll give you a 10% commission. If you bring in ten, this knife is yours for free."

Upon hearing such a good thing, Qiong Jie was so excited his blood was boiling, fearing Ye Qingzhou might change his mind: "It's a deal! I'll go get someone right now!"

Watching Qiong Jie's figure rush away, Ye Qingzhou's lips curled up: "You may have made a profit, but I will never lose out."

Money makes the world go round – that’s a truly wise saying.

Ye Qingzhou couldn't help but admire the simple and honest folk customs of Kunlun Cave Heaven. How much would it cost to find a master-level martial artist to be his salesman on Blue Star?

In no time at all, Qiong Jie hurriedly dragged a few "good brothers" to Shenfeng Pavilion to spend money, allowing Ye Qingzhou to sell his long-accumulated "trash" for a good price, and then buy some more valuable rare items from them.

Two ways to cook a fish!

It's like Qin Shi Huang touching an electrical wire – he's won so badly he's completely exhausted!

Through this incident, Ye Qingzhou also learned that it was not difficult for martial artists on Blue Star to make money in the Cave Heaven.

The main reason is that over the past few thousand years, the population inside Kunlun Cave Heaven has continued to grow, but productivity has not improved much, so even master-level experts are actually struggling to make ends meet.

The reason is simply that prices are too high.

Moreover, the lower the social class, the more scarce resources they are, so martial artists from Earth can make a lot of money just by being middlemen.

Of course, without a large spatial storage magic treasure, a professional martial artist who acts as a middleman can only earn a meager living. It would be better to focus on improving one's cultivation and become a master or even a grandmaster, which would be a truly profitable endeavor.

Because of Qiong Jie, some skilled wandering knights in Huajian City also learned of the existence of Shenfeng Pavilion and flocked to buy rare weapons, allowing Ye Qingzhou to make a fortune by taking advantage of the price difference in materials.

Qiong Jie was also very satisfied with his gains.

In less than two days, he got the golden knife he had been longing for. Stroking the smooth blade, he looked even happier than when he was touching his wife.

"Boss, can your blade really cut through the legendary sword Crimson Fang in the hands of the forging master?"

"I can."

Ye Qingzhou wasn't lying, but he didn't mention that he had a "heavenly eye" that could see through phenomena and directly identify the weaknesses of an opponent's weapon, which was why he could cut the opponent's weapon in one stroke.

As for whether others have this ability, he cannot guarantee that.

Even if it's just a contest of knife quality, Ye Qingzhou had at least studied the "Heavenly Forging Scripture," and in terms of technical inheritance, he could easily defeat a self-taught craftsman like Duanwu.

So, those who come to buy the knife don't actually lose out.

Everyone was winning; Ye Qingzhou just won more, so it was a win-win situation for everyone.

brush brush~

Although Qiong Jie did not get the answer he wanted, he was still so excited to acquire a rare and famous sword that he immediately performed a sword dance.

Soon, news of the grand opening of Shenfeng Pavilion and the sale of more than a dozen famous swords spread like wildfire throughout the city, and the people of Yanfeng naturally learned of this as well.

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

"We have to take him down!"

"They caused Senior Brother Wu to lose an arm, and now they dare to open a shop right across the street, completely disregarding our Yanfeng Ship!"

"Senior Brother Wen, let's go for one more dip!"

"Yes, otherwise, where would our Yanfeng ship have a foothold in Huajian City in the future?"

Just as the crowd was getting excited and preparing to take down Ye Qingzhou, a figure over three meters tall passed through the gate, turned away from the sunlight, and stepped into the Yanfeng Ship.

His towering figure cast a long shadow on the ground.

"Why aren't you practicing your skills? What are you all doing making such a racket here?"

His solemn and dignified voice, like a thunderclap, resounded in everyone's ears.

Afterwards, the apprentices of the Yanfeng ship seemed to have found their backbone and were extremely excited.

"Master!"

"Master is back!"

Duan Qianfeng frowned and stepped forward, looking at Duan Wu's severed left arm at the elbow. His expression was grim as he asked, "Who did this?"

He had no children of his own, so he had long regarded his two adopted disciples, Duanwen and Duanwu, as his own sons.

"Master, I have disgraced you."

Duanwu lowered his head in shame.

Duan Wen stepped forward and told Duan Qianfeng everything.

Originally, the fact that Duanwu lost to Ye Qingzhou in forging skills was clearly a disgrace to the Yanfeng.

Instead of blaming Duanwu, Duan Qianfeng laughed and praised him, saying, "Very good, you have backbone. You are worthy of being my disciple, Duan Qianfeng."

Then Duan Qianfeng examined Duan Wu's severed hand and comforted him, saying, "It's just a severed hand, not your head. It's not a big deal. I'll get you a new one."

Upon hearing this, Duanwu was shocked: "Master, is this really true?"

"Why don't you believe me?"

"How dare I, your disciple!"

"Haha, if it were the old me, I really wouldn't have this ability, but the current me is not the same as before."

Then, Duan Qianfeng took out a lump of refined flesh and blood: "I have learned the forging technique of the War Emperor Chiyou, and I can forge flesh and blood into weapons. Take your severed hand and fuse it with this lump of fire kirin flesh and blood, and I can forge an indestructible Xuanjin kirin arm for you."

"Thank you, Master Xie!"

Upon hearing this, Duanwu was deeply moved, and tears welled up in his eyes.

…………

"Ye Long, Huang Wen."

Qiong Jie pushed open the door of the Shenfeng Pavilion weapons shop, his voice cheerful.

Huang Liwen had also become acquainted with Qiong Jie during this time, jokingly saying, "Old Qiong, looking at knives again?"

These days, Qiong Jie has found a new love and forgotten his old one. Ye Qingzhou is extremely bored, so he takes the opportunity to hone his skills through countless trials, hoping to break through to the realm of divine mastery.

Although progress was slow, they did manage to forge a top-quality sword, which they casually tossed onto the shelf, only to have it become the store's prized possession.

The price of 10,000 Dao coins is enough to make even a master-level expert hesitate.

Therefore, Qiong Jie could only come over every day to feast his eyes on the sight.

However, Qiong Jie didn't come here today to drool over the top-grade swordsman. He solemnly said to Ye Qingzhou, "Huajian City might be in a lot of trouble lately. You'd better leave as soon as possible."

"What happened?"

Ye Qingzhou was somewhat surprised to hear this.

Huajian City has always had good public security. After all, the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom is a warrior nation, and few ordinary forces dare to come and provoke them.

Qiong Jie sighed, "In the last three days, more than ten caravans outside the city have been attacked. It is said that experts at the sixth level of the Ascension Realm have taken action. This is very unusual."

The sixth level of the Ascension Realm is the Upper Grandmaster, and above that is the Martial Saint.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingzhou's eyes lit up: "It seems this provocation is aimed at the city lord of Huajian City."

It's a very simple principle: if a Grandmaster at the sixth level of the Ascension Realm makes a move, it's practically impossible to defeat the opponent without deploying a Martial Saint.

"What a perfect straight hook fishing technique! Those who are willing will take the bait."

Huajian City is a border city with high trade profits, so if the city lord refuses to intervene when caravans are attacked, the losses will be enormous.

(End of this chapter)