At the outer sect’s dining hall, rumors have been circulating recently about a mysterious peach thief who specifically targets disciples who have quarreled with their senior or junior brothers. This has left many outer sect disciples on edge, unsure when the thief might strike next.
Recently, strange incidents have been frequent in the outer sect. One morning, the outer wall was mysteriously gone, leaving everyone puzzled about what the thief could possibly want with bricks. Some disciples feared they might end up like a certain disciple named Fang Han, who one day awoke to find his entire room gone. As a result, many disciples began hanging bells around their courtyards every night, hoping to catch the wall thief red-handed the moment he appeared.
“Everyone, be careful! The peach thief is here!”
Just then, outside the normally peaceful dining hall, a sudden commotion erupted as a senior brother spotted the infamous peach thief approaching.
Many outer sect disciples had already fallen victim to the thief, left paralyzed in their rooms for an entire day, suffering a torment few could endure.
In the midst of all this, Lin Fan approached from a distance, carrying a large bundle on his back. He paid no heed to the disciples who hastily avoided him, confident that they would soon come begging to him, treating him like a treasure.
Lin Fan arrived at an open space near the dining hall entrance, set down his bundle, and pulled out a banner from his robe. He tied it to a pillar by the entrance.
“Step right up! Don’t miss out! Lowest-grade weapons on sale!” Lin Fan shouted at the top of his lungs.
The surrounding outer sect disciples, seeing him yelling again, initially looked on in disdain. But when they heard “lowest-grade weapons on sale,” their eyes lit up as if bewitched.
Although Lin Fan’s words had captured their attention, no one dared approach just yet, fearing they might become the thief’s next target if they got too close.
Lin Fan continued shouting enthusiastically, pleased to see that he had drawn everyone’s attention. However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit confused—why wasn’t anyone coming over?
Wasn’t a lowest-grade weapon enticing enough?
Lin Fan knew well that for an outer sect disciple, possessing a weapon with a proper grade was a symbol of prestige.
Determined to prove his point, Lin Fan scanned the crowd and spotted a disciple standing relatively close.
“You! Come here…” Lin Fan beckoned.
The disciple hesitated, instinctively taking a few steps back in fear. But Lin Fan wasn’t about to let him escape. He strode forward and grabbed the disciple.
“You’re coming with me,” Lin Fan declared, determined to convince the others.
“No, Senior Brother! I just joined the outer sect a few days ago! Please don’t steal my peach!” The disciple paled in terror. Although newly initiated, he was already well aware of the infamous “peach thief” haunting the dining hall.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, ignoring the disciple’s pleas and tears as he dragged him to his stall and removed the disciple’s sect-issued weapon from his back.
“Everyone, take a look! Behold the weapons forged by the outer sect’s blacksmiths!” Lin Fan raised the weapon high and shouted, then picked up a longsword from his stall.
“And this one here is a lowest-grade weapon. Witness a miracle! Don’t blink!” Seeing the growing interest in the eyes of the outer sect disciples, Lin Fan smirked. He was determined to hook them.
“Watch closely…” With a mighty shout, he struck the two swords together.
“Clang!”
The sword, forged by the sect’s blacksmith, snapped cleanly in two, clattering to the ground.
“What do you think? There are only three of these. Highest bidder gets it!” Lin Fan tossed the broken weapon aside and returned to his stall, waiting for the rush.
“Senior Brother, my sword…” The disciple, watching his weapon reduced to two pieces, was on the verge of tears.
“Your sword is my sword…” Lin Fan replied calmly.
Then, as if a dam had burst, the surrounding crowd of disciples surged forward like a stampede.
They had all seen it clearly—the blacksmith-forged sword had been cut in two with apparent ease, as if slicing through butter. The longsword Lin Fan wielded shimmered with a faint glow, clearly a weapon of superior grade.
“Junior Brother Lin, how much for this sword?”
“Name your price, Lin! I’ll buy it!”
…
Seeing the disciples scrambling to buy, Lin Fan’s heart swelled with triumph. He had always known he’d become the center of attention eventually.
At the outer sect’s canteen, rumors have been circulating recently about a “Peach Thief Demon” who specializes in stealing peaches from fellow disciples who are in conflict. This has left many outer sect disciples on edge, unsure when the Peach Thief Demon might strike them.
Moreover, strange occurrences in the outer sect have been frequent. Overnight, the outer wall was stolen, leaving everyone puzzled during their leisure time, wondering what the thief could possibly want with bricks.
Some disciples, fearing they might end up like Fang Han—waking up to find their houses gone—have started setting up bells outside their walls every night before sleeping. The moment the wall thief triggers the mechanism, they plan to catch him on the spot.
“Everyone, be careful! The Peach Thief Demon is here!”
At this moment, a sudden commotion erupted outside the usually calm outer sect canteen as a senior brother spotted the Peach Thief Demon approaching.
Many outer sect disciples have already fallen victim, lying paralyzed in their rooms for a day, unable to move. This kind of suffering is not something just anyone can endure.
Lin Fan, carrying a large bundle, walked over from a distance. He paid no mind to the fellow disciples avoiding him, confident that they would soon come begging, treating him like a treasure.
Lin Fan then arrived at an open space near the canteen entrance, set down his bundle, and pulled out a banner from his pocket, tying it to a pillar at the entrance.
“Passing by? Don’t miss out! Low-grade weapons on sale!” Lin Fan shouted at the top of his lungs.
The surrounding outer sect disciples, seeing him shouting like a madman, felt a sense of disdain. But when they heard about the low-grade weapons on sale, they were instantly captivated.
At this moment, although the outer sect disciples were intrigued by Lin Fan’s words, none dared to approach, fearing they might fall victim to the Peach Thief.
Lin Fan continued to shout with all his might, pleased to see everyone’s attention on him. Yet, he was puzzled—why wasn’t anyone coming over?
Could it be that low-grade weapons weren’t appealing?
Lin Fan knew very well that for outer sect disciples, owning a graded weapon was a matter of great pride.
Determined, Lin Fan scanned the crowd and spotted a disciple standing relatively close.
“You, come here…” Lin Fan beckoned.
The disciple hesitated, taking a few steps back in fear. But Lin Fan didn’t give him a chance, grabbing him directly.
“Come with me,” Lin Fan insisted, determined to make them believe him.
“No, senior brother! I just joined the outer sect a few days ago. Please don’t steal my peach!” The disciple, now pale with fear, was well aware of the Peach Thief Demon’s reputation.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, ignoring the disciple’s pleas and dragging him to the stall. He then took the sect weapon from the disciple’s back.
“Take a look, everyone! This is a weapon forged by the outer sect’s craftsmen,” Lin Fan shouted, holding the weapon high. He then picked up a longsword from the stall.
“Now, watch closely! This is a low-grade weapon. Prepare to witness a miracle—don’t blink!” Lin Fan smiled, confident he had piqued their interest.
“Watch this…” Lin Fan roared, clashing the two swords together.
“Clang!”
The sword forged by the sect’s craftsmen instantly broke into two pieces, clattering to the ground.
“How about that? Only three available—highest bidder takes it!” Lin Fan tossed the broken weapon aside and returned to the stall, waiting for the frenzy.
“Senior brother, my sword…” The disciple, seeing his weapon destroyed, was on the verge of tears.
“Your sword is now my sword,” Lin Fan replied nonchalantly.
Suddenly, the surrounding outer sect disciples surged forward like a mad crowd.
They had all witnessed the scene clearly—the weapon forged by the outer sect’s craftsmen was easily split in two, as if cutting through butter. The longsword, glowing with spiritual light, was clearly a graded weapon.
“Junior brother Lin, how much for the sword?”
“Junior brother Lin, name your price—I’ll buy it!”
…
At this moment, Lin Fan watched the scrambling outer sect disciples with a bright smile. He had always known he would become the center of attention.
Now that his progress couldn’t rely on them anymore, he could only rely on pills. Once he reached the innate realm, he would immediately apply to join the inner sect, and the world would be his to explore.
At the same time, Lin Fan harbored deep resentment toward the rule that disciples who hadn’t broken through to the innate realm couldn’t leave the sect. It was this rule that had made his early progress so difficult.
“The Heaven-Slaying Sword starts at thirty Qi Condensation Pills—highest bidder takes it!” Lin Fan raised the longsword and shouted.
“The Heaven-Slaying Sword—what a name! So domineering! I must have it!”
“I bid thirty-one!”
“Thirty-one pills for a low-grade weapon? Dream on! I bid forty!”
“Forty-five!”
“Fifty!”
Lin Fan watched the intense bidding with a radiant smile. A pile of scrap metal, with a bit of packaging, could be sold for a fortune. What a profit!
“I bid one hundred!”
As soon as the bid of one hundred was called, the entire place fell silent. Outer sect disciples received thirty Qi Condensation Pills each month. Although these pills were the common currency in the outer sect, most disciples consumed them immediately to aid their cultivation, rarely accumulating any.
“One hundred fifty!”
Lin Fan glanced at the disciple who bid one hundred fifty—a face he hadn’t seen before. The disciple stood calmly, but Lin Fan could see the desire in his eyes.
Although Lin Fan had been in the sect for over a year, there was one thing he hadn’t yet understood.
In this world, everyone specializes in one thing.
The path of cultivation is endless—who would divert their attention to other pursuits?
Cultivation is cultivation, crafting is crafting, and alchemy is alchemy.
To become the latter two, one’s cultivation path would inevitably suffer, unless one was a great master who had reached a certain level of cultivation and temporarily had no breakthroughs to pursue, allowing them to focus on other areas.
Even the Saint Demon Sect, a major sect, couldn’t afford to give every disciple a graded weapon.
“Two hundred!”
“Two hundred fifty!”
…
The bidding was fierce, and Lin Fan noticed that many disciples weren’t bidding, quietly observing, likely waiting for the next weapon.
“One thousand!” At this moment, a man dressed in white slowly approached from a distance.
The outer sect disciples, upon seeing him, suddenly changed their expressions, stepping aside with reverence, their hearts filled with awe.
“It’s Senior Brother Yi!”
“One of the outer sect’s top ten outstanding disciples—Yi Zhongyu!”
“It seems we have no chance. With Senior Brother Yi stepping in, there’s no room for us. If we compete further, we’ll surely earn his resentment.”
Many disciples who had been determined to win now understood that this low-grade weapon had found its owner.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was pondering whether he had undersold the weapon.
But who cares? It’s just scrap metal—there’s plenty more where that came from. Let’s make a profit first.
At the outer sect’s canteen, rumors have been circulating about a “Peach Thief Demon” who has been stealing peaches from fellow disciples who are in conflict with each other. This has left many outer sect disciples on edge, unsure when the Peach Thief Demon might strike them.
Recently, strange occurrences have been frequent in the outer sect. Overnight, the outer wall was stolen, leaving everyone puzzled about why someone would steal bricks.
Some disciples, fearing they might end up like Fang Han—waking up to find their house gone—have started setting up bells outside their walls every night before sleeping. If the wall thief appears and triggers the mechanism, they are determined to catch them on the spot.
“Everyone, be careful! The Peach Thief Demon is coming!”
At this moment, a sudden commotion broke out near the outer sect canteen as a senior brother spotted the Peach Thief Demon approaching.
Many outer sect disciples have already fallen victim, left paralyzed in their rooms for a whole day, unable to move. This kind of suffering is not something ordinary people can endure.
Lin Fan, carrying a large bundle, walked over from a distance. He paid no mind to the fellow disciples who were avoiding him, confident that they would soon come begging for his favor, treating him like a treasure.
Lin Fan then arrived at an open space near the canteen entrance, put down his bundle, and took out a banner from his pocket, tying it to a pillar at the entrance.
“Don’t miss out! Low-grade weapons on sale!” Lin Fan shouted at the top of his lungs.
The surrounding outer sect disciples, seeing him shouting like a madman, were filled with disdain. But when they heard about the low-grade weapons on sale, they were instantly captivated.
At this moment, although the outer sect disciples were intrigued by Lin Fan’s words, none dared to step forward and inquire, fearing that they might fall victim to the Peach Thief Demon.
Lin Fan continued to shout with all his might, pleased to see that he had captured everyone’s attention. However, he was puzzled as to why no one was approaching him.
Could it be that low-grade weapons weren’t appealing?
Lin Fan knew very well that for outer sect disciples, owning a graded weapon was a matter of great pride.
Determined, Lin Fan scanned the crowd and spotted a disciple standing relatively close to him.
“You, come here!” Lin Fan beckoned.
The disciple hesitated, taking a few steps back in fear. But Lin Fan didn’t give him a chance to escape, grabbing him and pulling him forward.
“Come with me,” Lin Fan insisted, determined to make these disciples believe him.
“No, senior brother! I just joined the outer sect a few days ago. Please don’t steal my peach!” The disciple, now pale with fear, pleaded. Although he was new, he was well aware of the infamous Peach Thief Demon near the canteen.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, ignoring the disciple’s pleas and tears, and dragged him to the stall. He then took the sect weapon from the disciple’s back.
“Take a look, everyone! This is a weapon forged by the outer sect’s craftsmen!” Lin Fan held up the weapon and shouted. He then picked up a longsword from the stall.
“Watch closely! This is a low-grade weapon. You’re about to witness a miracle, so don’t blink!” Lin Fan smiled slightly, confident that he had piqued their interest.
“Watch this!” Lin Fan roared as he clashed the two swords together.
“Clang!”
The longsword forged by the sect’s craftsmen instantly broke into two pieces, falling to the ground with a clatter.
“How about that? Only three available, highest bidder wins!” Lin Fan tossed the broken weapon to the ground and returned to the stall, waiting for the frenzy to begin.
“Senior brother, my sword…” The disciple, watching his weapon being broken in two, was on the verge of tears.
“Your sword is now my sword,” Lin Fan replied nonchalantly.
The surrounding outer sect disciples, who had been watching the scene, suddenly rushed forward like madmen.
They had all seen it clearly—the weapon forged by the outer sect’s craftsmen was easily cut in two, as if it were slicing through mud. Moreover, the longsword gleamed with a spiritual light, clearly a graded weapon.
“Junior brother Lin, how much for the sword?”
“Junior brother Lin, name your price, I’ll buy it!”
…
At this moment, Lin Fan looked at the eager outer sect disciples and smiled inwardly. He had always known he would become the center of attention.
Now that his progress in cultivation had slowed, he could only rely on pills. Once he reached the Innate Realm, he would immediately apply to join the inner sect, and the world would be his to explore.
Lin Fan also harbored deep resentment toward the rule that disciples who hadn’t broken through to the Innate Realm couldn’t leave the sect. It was this rule that had made his early progress so difficult.
“The Heaven-Slaying, Sun-Extinguishing Sword starts at thirty Qi Condensing Pills, highest bidder wins!” Lin Fan raised the sword and shouted.
“The Heaven-Slaying, Sun-Extinguishing Sword! What a name! So domineering! I must have it!”
“I bid thirty-one!”
“Thirty-one pills for a low-grade weapon? Dream on! I bid forty!”
“Forty-five!”
“Fifty!”
Lin Fan watched as his fellow disciples fiercely competed, his heart brimming with joy. A pile of scrap metal, with a little packaging, could be sold for such a high price. The profit was immense.
“I bid one hundred!”
When this bid of one hundred was announced, the entire crowd fell silent. Outer sect disciples received thirty Qi Condensing Pills each month. Although these pills were commonly used as currency in the outer sect, most disciples consumed them immediately to aid their cultivation, and few were able to accumulate a large number.
“One hundred fifty!”
Lin Fan glanced at the disciple who bid one hundred fifty. He didn’t recognize him, but the disciple stood calmly, though Lin Fan could see the desire for the sword in his eyes.
Although Lin Fan had been in the sect for over a year, there was one thing he still hadn’t fully grasped.
In this world, everyone specializes in one thing.
The path of cultivation is endless, and no one would divert their attention to other pursuits.
Cultivators focus on cultivation, craftsmen on crafting, and alchemists on alchemy.
To become the latter two, one’s progress in cultivation would inevitably suffer, unless they were already powerful cultivators who had reached a certain level and had no immediate breakthroughs in sight, allowing them to divert their attention elsewhere.
Even the Saint Demon Sect, a major sect, couldn’t afford to provide every disciple with a graded weapon.
“Two hundred!”
“Two hundred fifty!”
…
The bidding war was intense, and Lin Fan noticed that many disciples weren’t bidding, quietly observing, likely waiting for the next weapon.
“One thousand!” At this moment, a man dressed in white slowly approached from a distance.
The outer sect disciples, upon seeing him, immediately changed their expressions, making way for him with a mix of awe and fear.
“It’s Senior Brother Yi!”
“Yi Zhongyu, one of the top ten outstanding disciples of the outer sect!”
“It seems we have no chance now. With Senior Brother Yi here, there’s no way we can compete. If we keep bidding, we’ll surely earn his resentment.”
Many disciples who had been determined to win the sword now realized that it was out of their reach.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was pondering whether he had undersold the weapon.
But it didn’t matter. It was just scrap metal, and he could make as many as he wanted. For now, he would make a profit.
“Sky-Sundering Sun-Devouring Sword! Starting bid is thirty Qi-Enhancing Pills! Highest bidder wins!” Lin Fan raised the longsword and shouted.
“What a name—Sky-Sundering Sun-Devouring Sword! So powerful! I must have this sword!”
“Thirty-one pills!”
“Hmph! Thirty-one pills for a lowest-grade weapon? A pipe dream! I offer forty!”
“Forty-five!”
“Fifty!”
Watching the disciples bidding fiercely, Lin Fan’s heart was filled with joy. These scraps of metal, with just a bit of polish, were selling like hotcakes. This was pure profit.
“One hundred!”
When someone shouted “one hundred,” the entire area fell silent. Outer sect disciples received only thirty Qi-Enhancing Pills monthly. Although these pills were commonly used currency in the sect, they also aided cultivation, so most disciples consumed them immediately rather than saving them.
“One hundred and fifty!”
Lin Fan looked at the disciple who offered one hundred and fifty. He was unfamiliar, standing calmly, but Lin Fan could see the burning desire in his eyes.
Although Lin Fan had been in the sect for over a year, there was one thing he had yet to fully grasp.
In this world, everyone focused on a single path.
Cultivation itself had no end—why would anyone divide their attention?
One either cultivates, or one becomes a blacksmith, or a pill master.
To pursue the latter two paths meant one’s cultivation would certainly not reach great heights, unless one was already a powerful cultivator who had reached a plateau and could afford to explore other disciplines.
Although Saint Devil Sect was a great sect, it couldn’t afford to provide every disciple with a graded weapon.
“Two hundred!”
“Two hundred and fifty!”
…
The bidding became increasingly fierce. Lin Fan noticed many disciples who hadn’t joined the bidding, silently watching and waiting for the next weapon.
“One thousand…” Just then, a figure in white robes slowly approached from a distance.
When the outer sect disciples saw him, their expressions changed instantly, and they respectfully stepped aside, hearts pounding.
“It’s Senior Brother Yi!”
“Yi Zhongyu, one of the top ten outstanding disciples of the outer sect!”
At the outer sect’s dining hall, rumors have recently spread about a “Peach Thief Demon” who specializes in stealing peaches from fellow disciples who are in conflict. This has left many outer sect disciples on edge, unsure when the Peach Thief Demon might strike them.
Moreover, strange occurrences in the outer sect have been frequent. For instance, the outer wall was stolen overnight, leaving everyone puzzled about the thief’s motives for taking bricks.
Some disciples, fearing they might end up like Fang Han—who woke up one day to find his house gone—have started setting up bells outside their walls every night before sleeping. They hope to catch the wall thief red-handed if he triggers the mechanism.
“Everyone, be careful! The Peach Thief Demon is here!”
At this moment, a sudden commotion erupted outside the usually quiet dining hall as a senior disciple spotted the Peach Thief Demon approaching.
Many outer sect disciples have already fallen victim, left incapacitated in their rooms for a whole day, unable to move. Such suffering is not something an ordinary person can endure.
Lin Fan, carrying a large bundle, walked over from a distance. He paid no mind to the disciples avoiding him, confident that they would soon come begging for his favor, treating him like a treasure.
Lin Fan then arrived at an open space near the dining hall entrance, set down his bundle, and pulled out a banner from his pocket, tying it to a pillar at the entrance.
“Don’t miss out! Low-grade weapons on sale!” Lin Fan shouted at the top of his lungs.
The surrounding outer sect disciples, seeing him shouting like a madman, initially felt disdain. But when they heard about the low-grade weapons on sale, they were instantly captivated.
At this moment, although the outer sect disciples were intrigued by Lin Fan’s words, none dared to approach him, fearing they might fall victim to the Peach Thief Demon.
Lin Fan continued shouting, pleased to see that he had captured everyone’s attention. However, he was puzzled as to why no one was coming forward.
Could it be that low-grade weapons weren’t appealing?
Lin Fan knew that for outer sect disciples, owning a graded weapon was a matter of great pride.
Determined, Lin Fan scanned the crowd and spotted a disciple standing relatively close to him.
“You, come here,” Lin Fan beckoned.
The disciple hesitated, taking a few steps back in fear, but Lin Fan didn’t give him a chance to escape, grabbing him by the arm.
“Come with me,” Lin Fan insisted, determined to make them believe him.
“No, senior brother! I just joined the outer sect a few days ago. Please don’t steal my peach!” The disciple, now pale with fear, pleaded. Though new, he was well aware of the infamous Peach Thief Demon.
Lin Fan rolled his eyes, ignoring the disciple’s pleas, and dragged him to the stall. He then took the sect weapon from the disciple’s back.
“Take a look, everyone! This is a weapon forged by the outer sect’s craftsmen,” Lin Fan shouted, holding the weapon high. He then picked up a sword from the stall.
“Now, take a look at this low-grade weapon. A miracle is about to happen, so don’t blink!” Lin Fan smiled, seeing the outer sect disciples’ growing interest. He was sure they couldn’t resist.
“Watch closely!” Lin Fan roared, clashing the two swords together.
“Clang!”
The sword forged by the sect’s craftsmen instantly broke into two pieces, falling to the ground with a clatter.
“How about that? Only three available, highest bidder wins!” Lin Fan tossed the broken weapon aside and returned to the stall, waiting for the frenzy to begin.
“Senior brother, my sword…” The disciple, watching his weapon being destroyed, was on the verge of tears.
“Your sword is now my sword,” Lin Fan replied nonchalantly.
At that moment, the surrounding outer sect disciples surged forward like a crazed mob.
They had all witnessed the scene clearly—the weapon forged by the sect’s craftsmen was effortlessly cut in two, as if slicing through mud. Moreover, the sword emitted a spiritual glow, clearly a graded weapon.
“Junior brother Lin, how much for the sword?”
“Junior brother Lin, name your price, I’ll buy it!”
…
At this moment, Lin Fan watched the eager outer sect disciples with a bright smile. He had always known he would become the center of attention.
Now that his progress had slowed, he could only rely on pills. Once he reached the Innate Realm, he would immediately apply to join the inner sect, and the world would be his to explore.
At the same time, Lin Fan harbored deep resentment toward the rule that disciples who hadn’t broken through to the Innate Realm couldn’t leave the sect. It was this rule that had made his early progress so difficult.
“The Heaven-Slaying Sword, starting at thirty Qi Condensing Pills, highest bidder wins!” Lin Fan raised the sword and shouted.
“The Heaven-Slaying Sword, what a name! So domineering, I must have it!”
“I bid thirty-one!”
“Hmph, thirty-one pills for a low-grade weapon? Dream on! I bid forty!”
“Forty-five!”
“Fifty!”
Lin Fan watched the fierce bidding with a radiant smile. A pile of scrap metal, with a bit of packaging, could fetch such a high price. It was truly a lucrative business.
“I bid one hundred!”
When the bid reached one hundred, the entire hall fell silent. Outer sect disciples received thirty Qi Condensing Pills each month. Although these pills were a common currency in the outer sect, many disciples consumed them immediately for cultivation, rarely accumulating any.
“One hundred fifty!”
Lin Fan glanced at the disciple who bid one hundred fifty. He didn’t recognize him, but the disciple stood calmly, his eyes revealing a strong desire for the sword.
Although Lin Fan had been in the sect for over a year, he still hadn’t grasped one thing.
In this world, everyone specializes in one thing.
The path of cultivation is endless; who would divert their attention to other pursuits?
Cultivation is cultivation, crafting is crafting, and alchemy is alchemy.
To become the latter two, one’s cultivation progress would inevitably suffer, unless they were already powerful cultivators who had reached a certain level and had no immediate breakthroughs to pursue.
Even the Saint Demon Sect, a major sect, couldn’t afford to equip every disciple with a graded weapon.
“Two hundred!”
“Two hundred fifty!”
…
The bidding was intense, and Lin Fan noticed that many disciples weren’t bidding, quietly observing, likely waiting for the next weapon.
“One thousand!” At this moment, a man in white robes slowly approached from a distance.
The outer sect disciples, upon seeing him, immediately paled and respectfully made way, their hearts filled with awe.
“It’s Senior Brother Yi!”
“One of the outer sect’s top ten outstanding disciples, Yi Zhongyu!”
“It seems we have no chance. Once Senior Brother Yi steps in, there’s no room for us. If we continue bidding, we’ll surely earn his resentment.”
Many disciples who had been determined to win the weapon now realized it was out of their reach.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was pondering whether he had underpriced the weapon.
But whatever, it was just scrap metal. He could make as much as he wanted. For now, he would make a profit.
Many disciples who had been determined to win the sword now realized it was already claimed.
As for Lin Fan, he was thinking—had he undersold it?
But oh well. These were just scraps of metal anyway. He could make as many as he wanted. Might as well make a quick profit first.
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