“Please come this way. I will take you to have a look at the divine weapons on the upper floors.” The salesperson rubbed his hands in anticipation of a big sale and continued to entice Ling Chunxi and Ling Yichen while smiling brightly.
Divine weapons? It must be an exaggeration. Nevertheless, Ling Chunxi understood why they had been invited to view the weapons on the upper floors. Wasn’t it because they looked like two plump, well-bred, slaughter-ready goats? The weapons on the upper floors were clearly of a higher quality and most certainly of a higher price too.
“Go on.” Ling Yichen stood aside to allow Ling Chunxi to ascend the steps first. There was no expression in his face or voice as usual.
Just as Ling Chunxi was about to nod as a sign of courtesy and head up the stairs, her gaze landed on a pile of swords stacked in a corner. The salesperson who was leading the way realized neither of them were following him, so he turned back towards Ling Chunxi and saw what she was looking at.
“Ah, these are abandoned swords that are set to be sent to the furnace to be remodeled. The good weapons are all upstairs. Please, follow me,” explained the salesperson patiently. He assumed Ling Chunxi was merely curious about the old swords.
“Abandoned swords to be remodeled?” repeated Ling Chunxi absentmindedly.
“That is correct, miss. A lady of your stature should be in possession of a good sword.” The salesperson was nodding as though he were a chicken pecking feverishly on a stubborn grain and motioned for Ling Chunxi to proceed upstairs. “Please come this way, miss.”
Ling Chunxi nodded her head and began to climb the steps leading to the upper floors when Little White leapt out of her arms, dashed towards the pile of old swords and stood before it.
“What’s wrong Little White?” called out Ling Chunxi, hurriedly running after the fox.
The salesperson was taken aback at the sight of Little White jumping out of Ling Chunxi’s arms. After taking a closer look at Little White, he felt even more joyous. Would a poor person be able to keep a white snow fox as a pet? This young lady had to be someone who was incredibly rich. Such ladies usually prioritized the appearance of a beast rather than its use. For example, a beast like Little White was of a completely different grade compared to the strong monster beast owned by the girl they call a peerless genius at the White Stone Academy.
“What’s wrong? Little White?” Ling Chuxi asked worriedly when she reached Little White.
The small fox raised its head to look at her and then back towards the pile of old swords, reaching out its paw to draw attention to a particular sword amongst the rest.
“What about this sword?” Ling Chunxi carefully fished it out of the pile. The sword was very ordinary in appearance. However, the moment Ling Chunxi touched it, a chilling energy surged from the sword’s handle and flowed through her.
“Miss! Put that cursed sword down at once!” exclaimed the salesperson as he rushed forward urgently with a panicked expression.
Ling Yichen who had been observing the incident from the foot of the stairs, followed suit.
“Cursed sword? Why is it cursed?” asked Ling Chunxi with a sharp curiosity. She found herself unwilling to put it down.
“Please put it down, miss. If you hurt yourself, I won’t know what to do.” The salesperson looked to be on the verge of tears. “We would sell this sword if we could as it is still in good condition. But in the past, whenever someone bought it, they would somehow injure themselves with it. Although the wounds were never serious, the fact that it’s happened so often means the sword is bad luck. It’s cursed. After the sword is returned to us and resold, the same thing would happen again.” The owner of the iron shop couldn’t help but feel there was something malicious about the sword and decided to send it to the furnace to be melted down. “Put it down now!” The salesperson was worried Ling Chunxi would hurt herself in a moment of carelessness and then place the blame on the shop.
Ling Chunxi was astonished by what the salesperson had divulged as she was keen on the sword. It produced a distinctive feeling when she wielded it in her hand.