Divine Weapon House, the place in Ignisport's Bazaar to buy weapons, contains not only mundane weapons for ordinary people but also spiritual weapons for Martial Artists.
Spiritual weapons are crafted from precious materials, incredibly sharp, able to slice through iron like mud, and even enhance the combat power of Martial Artists. Therefore, spiritual weapons are the best weapons for Martial Artists.
Previously, the longsword left by Marshall Morgan's father, later seized by Curtis Morgan, was a spiritual weapon.
Spiritual weapons are mainly divided into nine levels, with each level further classified into low-grade, mid-grade, and top-grade.
This time, Marshall Morgan intends to first purchase a spiritual weapon to practice his swordsmanship.
Marshall Morgan and Autumn Adler walked into the Divine Weapon House together.
In the Divine Weapon House, stood two rows of young and attractive women; they were the hostesses who attended to the customers inside the Divine Weapon House.
But when Marshall Morgan and Autumn Adler stepped into the shop, these hostesses all frowned, and not one of them stepped forward to greet them.
Marshall Morgan and Autumn Adler were not dressed well, with Marshall Morgan wearing simple coarse clothes and Autumn Adler even in the garb of a maid. These hostesses were experienced and could tell at a glance that they were the type that didn't have money.
Naturally, no one wanted to attend to the two.
Marshall Morgan slightly furrowed his brow but didn't pay it any mind and started looking around.
In the Divine Weapon House, most were mundane weapons, there were very few Level 1 Spiritual Weapons, and most were only Level 1 Lower Grade Spiritual Weapons. Mid-grade spiritual weapons were scarce; Marshall Morgan circled around and only saw three mid-grade spiritual weapons.
Marshall Morgan didn't fancy any of them. If he was to buy, he intended to buy a better one.
"Young master, do you need any help? I can recommend something for you."
At this moment, a timid voice sounded.
Ash Turner turned his head to see a young female store clerk with a round face, face slightly flushed, looking at Marshall Morgan, seeming a bit nervous.
She was a newly hired clerk at this weapon shop, relatively shy by nature, and her performance was poor. Seeing that no one attended to Marshall Morgan earlier, she plucked up her courage to step forward.
"This girl's performance this month must be zero; she's desperate enough to attend to anyone. With my years of experience in this business, this fellow being able to buy a ten-tael silver iron sword would be quite something."
"Isn't it? Attending to such bumpkins, I'd rather stand here and take a rest."
Not far away, a few female clerks looked towards Marshall Morgan's side, whispering among themselves.
Though their voices were not loud, they fell word for word into the ears of Marshall Morgan, Autumn Adler, and the others.
"Young Master..." Autumn Adler tugged on Marshall Morgan's sleeve.
"It's fine!" Marshall Morgan smiled at Autumn Adler, these were just ordinary people, and he couldn't be bothered to bother with them.
Just as he was about to ask the round-faced clerk if there were higher-grade spiritual weapons, an unpleasant voice interrupted.
"Oh my, isn't this Marshall Morgan, the big young master? What brings you here?" As the voice fell, a young man and woman walked in.
The man had a pockmarked face, was not very tall, yet wore a lavish silver robe.
The woman was somewhat attractive but had her nose in the air, looking very arrogant.
"Barry Morgan, Maeve Morgan."
Marshall Morgan's expression shifted.
The Morgan Family was divided into one main branch and seven subsidiary branches, making a total of eight.
Marshall Morgan knew both; one was the son of the Branch Master of the fifth branch of the Morgan Family, and the other was the daughter of the Branch Master of the sixth branch.
The one who just spoke was Barry Morgan.
Barry Morgan looked Marshall Morgan up and down, somewhat contemptuously, and said, "What is it Marshall Morgan, I hear you failed your bloodline awakening and cannot condense True Qi, yet still learning to buy weapons like others? Are you planning to buy a kitchen knife to go back and kill a chicken? Hahaha."
"Pockface Morgan, move aside, you're blocking my way."
Marshall Morgan responded unhurriedly.
"Marshall Morgan, you... what did you say?" Barry Morgan hated being called Pockface the most. Now Marshall Morgan actually called him that in front of so many young beauties, especially in front of Maeve Morgan, instantly making him enraged.
"Pockface Warren, I said move!" Marshall Morgan coldly barked.
"Marshall Morgan, are you courting death, still thinking you're the young master of the main family? Once the clan meeting is over, and Miss Yara ascends to the Family Head position, you'll be nothing, understand? You still dare to offend me? Hurry, hurry now and curry favor with me, kowtow and apologize, and I can still reward you with a bowl of food."
Barry Morgan screamed like an agitated wild dog.
But Marshall Morgan just looked at him coldly, as if watching an idiot.
"Marshall Morgan, just you wait."
Barry Morgan's eyes flashed with chill, took a deep breath to calm himself.
He then sneeringly looked at Marshall Morgan, "Marshall Morgan, did I hit the nail on the head, coming to buy a kitchen knife to kill a chicken? But then, what good stuff can you afford?"
"Young Master Barry Morgan, welcome! What do you need today, just tell us."
A few female clerks had already gathered around Barry Morgan, their faces filled with obsequious smiles.
"Heh heh!"
Noticing Marshall Morgan only had a round-faced female clerk beside him, Barry Morgan sneered triumphantly and said loudly, "Today is my sister Maeve Morgan's birthday, and I want to buy her a spiritual weapon as a gift. Speak up, what good spiritual weapons do you recommend?"
Deliberately emphasizing the words "spiritual weapon."
"Young Master Barry Morgan wants to buy a spiritual weapon!"
The female clerks' eyes lit up, each of them eagerly recommending.
"Young Master Barry Morgan, how about this Green Pine Sword? Level 1 Lower Grade Spiritual Weapon, with pine grain pattern..."
"This Silver Ice Sword is also quite good..."
But Maeve Morgan looked at those spiritual weapons, shook her head at all of them, clearly not satisfied.
Barry Morgan gritted his teeth and ordered, "Don't try to fool me with those Level 1 Lower Grade Spiritual Weapons. Bring out your Level 1 Middle Grade Spiritual Weapons."
"Young Master Barry Morgan, you want to buy a Level 1 Middle Grade Spiritual Weapon?" Hearing this, the female clerks' eyes shined even brighter, their bodies trembling with excitement, like being injected with a shot of adrenaline.
A mid-grade spiritual weapon worth at least eight hundred taels of silver—selling one would give them quite a commission. How could they not be excited?
Beside Marshall Morgan, the round-faced clerk watched with envy, her shy nature simply unable to compete with the other clerks.
After a round of enthusiastic recommendations, Barry Morgan chose a Level 1 Middle Grade Spiritual Weapon, Clear Wind Sword.
Worth a thousand taels of silver.
Barry Morgan handed over the silver note with some heartache, holding two five-hundred tael notes, intentionally waving them around, looking towards Ash Turner with a face full of disdain.
"Why? Marshall Morgan, haven't you picked the weapon you want to buy yet? Could it be the weapons here are too low-level for you, and you look down on them? Hahaha!"
Barry Morgan laughed arrogantly.
"That's for sure, Brother Barry Morgan, he's the big young master of the main branch; how would he ever fancy these Level 1 Middle Grade spiritual weapons?"
Maeve Morgan giggled, holding the Clear Wind Sword, admiring it from all angles, fond of it endlessly.
"How did you know? I really do find the weapons here too low-grade."
Suddenly, Marshall Morgan feigned surprise and said.
He then said to the round-faced clerk, "Miss, do you have any Level 1 top-grade spiritual weapons here? Show me."
"What?"
The entire place suddenly fell silent, including the round-faced clerk, Autumn Adler, and the other female clerks. Barry Morgan and Maeve Morgan were all dumbfounded, staring at Marshall Morgan.
"What? Marshall Morgan, you want to buy a Level 1 top-grade spiritual weapon? Do you know how many taels of silver a Level 1 top-grade spiritual weapon costs? This isn't just talk, can you afford it?"
Barry Morgan's eyes flashed, shouted at Marshall Morgan.
A Level 1 top-grade spiritual weapon costs at least several times the price of a Level 1 Mid-grade spiritual weapon. He couldn't believe that Marshall Morgan could afford it even if he was beaten to death.
"Sir, are you saying you want to buy a Level 1 top-grade spiritual weapon?" The round-faced clerk also asked in disbelief.
"Why? Don't you have any here?"
Marshall Morgan replied coldly.
"Or are you just too poor for it? Why go showing off if you can't afford it?" sneered Barry Morgan.
As Barry Morgan was gloating over his presumed victory, Marshall Morgan took out an entire stack of silver notes from his pocket and fanned them out. They were all five-hundred tael notes.
Everyone in the space was completely shocked, their eyes fixed on Marshall Morgan, including the round-faced clerk, Autumn Adler, and the other female clerks, as well as Barry and Maeve Morgan. They were all dumbfounded at his display.
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