Martial Master

"We do have better weapons at our Treasure Pavilion, but those are third-tier treasure weapons, considered the finest of the fine, with prices starting at over three hundred thousand silver coins. If Young Master Chen wants to see them, I can bring them out for you."

"So expensive?" Qin Chen was taken aback.

He only had a total of one hundred ten thousand silver coins on him, rewards from the year-end exams. He thought it would be enough to buy a treasure weapon, but it turned out he was far from it.

Qin Chen understood well that human-level warriors typically used first-tier treasure weapons, and many earth-level warriors did too. Second-tier treasure weapons were often used by earth-level and heaven-level warriors. As for third-tier treasure weapons, not even many heaven-level experts owned them.

Now, as a human-level peak warrior, wanting to purchase a third-tier treasure weapon was naturally very difficult.

What gave him a headache was that he looked down on the first and second-tier treasure weapons, leaving him in a dilemma.

"Hahaha, coming to the Treasure Pavilion with no money."

"This is hilarious; a human-level warrior wanting to buy a third-tier treasure weapon. Who does he think he is? A prince of the Qi Kingdom?"

"Ridiculous, he even scorned Master Leng Mo's work earlier. Where did he get his courage?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Young Master Chen," Zhang Ying and Lin Tian's faces flushed with anger, "these people are too much."

"Forget it, let them laugh if they want."

Qin Chen waved his hand; he had no time to deal with others' ridicule. His time was too precious.

Originally, he planned to directly buy a treasure weapon, but now it seemed impossible. Qin Chen asked Steward Xu, "Do you have spiritual herbs here?"

"Haha, our Treasure Pavilion has everything, including spiritual herbs." Steward Xu smiled, his attitude toward Qin Chen unchanged.

"Tsk, Qin Chen couldn't buy a treasure weapon, so now he's buying spiritual herbs. Is he also a master alchemist?" Ge Zhou teased.

"Very likely. This guy even disdains Master Leng Mo's weapons. It's normal for such a genius to be an alchemist."

"Haha, hahaha!"

Lian Peng and others laughed mockingly.

Ignoring their taunts, Qin Chen followed Steward Xu to the spiritual herb section.

"One Heartless Fruit."

"One tael of Thousand Gold Seed."

"Three Cold Bright Grasses."

"……"

Indeed, the Treasure Pavilion was not boasting; the herbs were plentiful. Qin Chen quickly bought some he needed and also two Bloodline Stones for detecting bloodlines.

"Heartless Fruit, one thousand silver coins each."

"Thousand Gold Seed, three thousand silver coins per tael."

"Cold Bright Grass, one thousand five hundred silver coins each."

"……"

After selecting, Steward Xu quickly totaled the bill, smiling, "Thirty-eight thousand five hundred silver coins in total. I'll waive the five hundred coins, making it thirty-eight thousand silver coins even."

Steward Xu smiled at Qin Chen.

"Haha, Steward Xu, this kid can't possibly have thirty-eight thousand silver coins."

"I heard he was expelled from the Qin family and now lives with his mother in the slums of the west city. It's a place for trash, so how could he have money?"

"Forget thirty-eight thousand silver coins; I bet he can't even produce three thousand eight hundred silver coins."

"If I were the steward, I'd throw out such customers immediately."

Ge Zhou, Lian Peng, and others laughed, their voices full of ridicule.

They had heard of Qin Chen being expelled from the Qin family. If he had money, he wouldn't be living in the west city's slums with his mother.

What kind of place is the west city?

It's a slum.

Houses there cost only a few thousand silver coins.

How could someone from there afford over thirty thousand silver coins for herbs? They wouldn't believe it even if they were beaten to death.

"If Qin Chen can come up with thirty-eight thousand silver coins, I'll eat this Huanglimo table..."

To prove his point, Ge Zhou made a bet.

But before he finished speaking, his eyes widened, and his voice stopped abruptly, like a duck being strangled.