52 Getting a Weapon (1/2)
The shopkeeper led him in further. She surreptitiously looked him up and down before taking him to the middle of the store – where all the mid-range weapons were displayed. The way the store was set up, the further into the store you went, the more expensive the items became.
Van did not have any obvious reaction as he walked into the store, making it hard for the woman to guess his reactions. Seeing that he wore the robes of a disciple of a famous sect, she had taken a gamble and lead him here.
How embarrassing would it be if he couldn't pay!
Van walked quietly along the weapon racks. None of the weapons really caught his eye. Swords, sabres, bows, spears, fans – you name it, they were there. So, he kept walking further in.
The shopkeeper had an awkward smile on her face. She wanted to stop him from walking in further and embarrassing himself, but the right moment never came.
Van walked in further. The materials on the shelves began to change, looking more exotic and precious. They also started to emit their own distinct aura.
Van's expression grew warmer as he looked around.
He saw a polearm with a long blade at the end. A buzzing noise entered Van's ears as he approached it. He inspected it closely and noted that if gave off a faint aura of the metal element.
”What type of weapon is this?”
The shopkeeper smiled politely, ”That is a guandao, also known as a naginata or a glaive.”
”And how much is it?”
”One thousand silver,” she said. She saw him calmly put the glaive back onto the rack. Van put his hands behind his back and continued forwards deeper into the shop.
The shopkeeper's face twitched. Didn't he just put down the glaive because he couldn't afford it? Why was he going in further? She almost wanted to cry out in frustration, he was wasting her time!
Actually, Van thought that it was too cheap.
He currently had seventeen-thousand and two-hundred silver taels on him, after all. If it was something as important as a weapon, Van was prepared to pay. He needed something that would last a long time and be useful even when he levelled up.
So he kept walking in.
”What's are these?”
”Venomous Fangs. They are a pair of fanged throwing knives that absorb weak poisons and strengthen themselves based on the type of poison you give them. Two thousand silver taels”
”What is this?”
”Little Lightning Tail. A halberd forged from the tail bone of an Electric Alligator. Good attack, good speed. A little on the heavy side. Two thousand silver taels.”
Van picked the halberd up and tested it curiously in his palms. Vertical, it was taller than him. Mounted on the end of the pole was a metal head that had a small axe-like edge and a long pointy bit at the top. Compared to the glaive, he thought it felt a lot more natural in his hands.
But it still wasn't the one.
”What's this?”
The shopkeeper was exhausted but kept going. Even if he didn't buy anything, she was hesitant to offend a sect disciple.
”Yellow Moon Beam, a bow made of the tendon of a young Moon Calf. Possesses a very powerful range and accurate to within 2 kilometres. Not as powerful as some of the other bows on display. Three thousand taels.”
”What about this one?”
”Sun-stealing Whip…”
”This one?”
”Sword Feather Fan…”
”This?”
”Platinum Hammer…”
In this fashion, the duo arrived at the very back of the store.
Van stopped abruptly.
The shopkeeper nearly stumbled into him.
She faced him and was about to tell him to turn back when she saw his shining dark eyes. He looked obsessively at something in front of him. She chuckled and put her hands on her hips.
”So that caught your eye, ey?”
”You have keen eyes young man. That weapon very rare and one of the strongest we have in this shop! Few cultivators can wield it to its fullest potential.”
In front of Van was a massive, pitch-black battle axe. it was double-sided, and the two keen edges glittered brightly in the lamplight. One of the blades was slightly longer than the other. Van imagined that it allowed the user to hook it onto an enemy's armour or flesh and then tear it open.
He leaned forwards and touched it. An intense and focused aura emanated from it. His blood boiled.