Volume One: Youth Enters the World Chapter Fifty-Two: The Cold Feather Sword

Fang Tian stepped into the Spirit Weapon Pavilion. At a glance, he saw all kinds of weapons displayed around him: blades, swords, staffs, spears—everything imaginable was present.

Inside the pavilion, he was alone.

He walked over to a rack holding long swords and picked one up, his gaze sweeping across its blade. The sword was slender, three feet in length. Its hilt resembled the feathers of a soaring bird, layered one upon another, pure white and immaculate. Yet the tip was pitch-black and dull, creating a striking contrast of black and white.

The blade itself was silver-white, marked by regular fissures that emitted an icy aura, shimmering with a cold brilliance.

Fang Tian tried the sword, holding it at his side. Instantly, frost spread across the ground, cold air surging forth.

"This is a fine weapon. The blade is attuned to spiritual energy, far superior to ordinary arms."

Weapons capable of channeling the wielder's spiritual power were known as spirit weapons.

He proceeded to test it a few more times.

As he was doing so, another person approached. Fang Tian glanced at the newcomer and found his face familiar.

"Isn't this the one who met with Lin Shuang that night? Could this Spirit Weapon Pavilion belong to…?" Fang Tian mused inwardly, his mind filled with speculation.

Lin Li walked up to Fang Tian, glanced at the sword in his hand, and smiled. "Do you fancy the Frost Feather Sword?"

"I must say, your taste is exceptional. This mid-tier Profound grade sword is the finest in our pavilion. Among weapons of its grade, it borders on high-tier Profound grade."

"Frost Feather Sword? That seems to be its name. But mid-tier Profound grade seems a bit low. Let's see further," Fang Tian murmured.

Unbeknownst to him, within the Zhao Dynasty, the best weapons available were only high-tier Profound grade. A mid-tier Profound grade weapon was already considered of significant quality.

Fang Tian then turned to Lin Li and asked, "I do like it. Could you tell me how this sword was forged?"

Rare to have a buyer arrive, Lin Li nodded and began, "This sword is called Frost Feather. Its blade was forged from Deep Sea Cold Iron and Ice Crystal Stone, fused together. The hilt and tip are made from Black Ink Stone, and the feathers woven around the hilt are those of the Ice Spirit Bird."

"No wonder the sword radiates cold; all the materials are frigid. But how were these fissures on the blade formed?" Fang Tian inquired.

"The fissures are the traces of Ice Crystal Stone integrated into the Cold Iron. You may channel your spiritual power into the blade and see for yourself." Lin Li, seeing Fang Tian’s interest, felt certain the sword would soon be purchased.

Fang Tian did as instructed, channeling his energy into the blade. The fissures soon glowed with a faint blue light, while the chilling aura from the sword intensified.

It appeared this sword was tailored for cultivators of frost-type spiritual energy.

"Since this is the best sword here, I’ll buy it for now. Having it is better than not. Besides, I sense the Frost Feather Sword resonates well with my spiritual energy—perhaps it can unleash the power of a high-tier Profound grade weapon," Fang Tian thought, deciding to purchase it.

He swung it a few times in midair, finding it remarkably comfortable to wield, then placed it back on the rack and turned to Lin Li. "How much is this sword?"

Lin Li, delighted to see the youth ready to buy, quickly replied, "Only fifty thousand low-grade spirit crystals."

Fifty thousand? Fang Tian was startled. He hadn’t expected a mid-tier Profound grade spirit weapon to be so expensive!

He fell silent, summoning Elder Tian in his mind to converse.

"Elder Tian, are you there?"

"I am. You’re wondering if you have enough spirit crystals, aren’t you?"

"Heh, I didn’t expect a spirit weapon to cost so many low-grade crystals. Elder Tian, do you think I should buy it?"

"You can. If this sword matches your attributes, it will greatly enhance your strength."

"And in your hands, it can unleash the power of a high-tier Profound grade weapon."

"I think so too. If you agree, I’ll buy it."

"Yes."

Just as Fang Tian was about to retrieve the spirit crystals to purchase the Frost Feather Sword, several people entered.

The newcomers glanced around. One of them, a young man dressed opulently, set his sights on the Frost Feather Sword behind Fang Tian.

He strode over, ignoring Fang Tian entirely, and took the sword from the rack.

"How much is this sword?" the young man asked.

Fang Tian was speechless. He was about to buy the sword himself, and now some arrogant stranger had intervened.

Lin Li looked troubled but, remembering someone was already set to purchase it, apologized, "I’m sorry, sir, but this sword has already been claimed by the gentleman beside me. Perhaps you could look at another?"

The young man seemed surprised, glanced at Fang Tian, and said, "Oh? He’s decided on this sword as well?"

"Yes," Lin Li replied.

The opulently dressed youth narrowed his eyes, smirked dismissively.

"But what if I like this sword too? And I see he hasn't paid yet. That means I still have a chance, doesn't it?"

"Well…" Lin Li hesitated, unsure how to respond.

Fang Tian was exasperated. Someone was now competing with him for the spirit weapon he’d chosen.

He looked at the young man and spoke calmly: "Are you suggesting we compete by offering a higher price?"

The young man chuckled. "Exactly. I truly like this sword—especially since it was crafted by the Lin family of the Imperial City. That makes me even more keen."

"Lin family?"

"Kid, you don’t even know that?"

"Should I?" Fang Tian retorted.

The young man burst out laughing, pointing at Fang Tian in ridicule. "Where did this country bumpkin come from? You don’t know the foremost forging family of the Zhao Dynasty, yet you think you can buy anything here? You’d best go home before you embarrass yourself further."

Fang Tian felt a surge of anger. This man had called him a country bumpkin—clearly he needed to be taught a lesson.

"Who are you calling a country bumpkin?" Fang Tian said coldly.

"You, of course. If you lack even this basic knowledge, calling you a bumpkin is being polite," the young man replied, laughing.

"Say that again and see what happens," Fang Tian was truly furious now.

The man before him was utterly arrogant and disrespectful.

"Country bumpkin, country bumpkin, country bumpkin! What will you do about it? Are you planning to start a fight here? Don’t think you can intimidate me. You don’t even know who I am," the young man boasted.

Fang Tian’s spiritual energy surged, releasing waves of chilling air toward him.

The opulently dressed youth recoiled several steps, startled and alarmed. "What are you doing? Are you really going to start something here?"

"If you keep insulting me, I won’t mind teaching you a lesson you won’t forget," Fang Tian said in a deep voice.