Dragon God Supreme

Chapter 7: Chapter 007: Wanbao Pavilion

Wanbao Pavilion.

Having left the arena, Feng Wuchen and his two companions had now arrived at Unmatched City’s Wanbao Pavilion.

As the name Wanbao Pavilion suggests, it was a treasure trove of countless treasures: martial techniques, cultivation techniques, weapons, elixirs, materials, and more—it was also the liveliest place in Unmatched City.

“Third Young Master, what do you want to buy?” Upon entering Wanbao Pavilion, Xiaolan asked curiously.

Feng Wuchen said, “Seven-colored Elixir.”

“Seven-Colored Elixir? Don’t we have some in the Feng family?” Xiaolan asked in confusion, wondering why he needed to buy more when they already had some.

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Remembering Feng Wuchen’s previous rejection of Elder Su had already baffled Xiaolan. Now, coming to buy Seven-colored Elixir, Xiaolan was certain that Feng Wuchen was beyond help.

Lin You, however, didn’t mind; he was still wondering why Feng Wuchen had rejected Elder Su, not really focusing on the Spiritual Liquid.

“It’s a secret, you can’t tell my parents, understand?” Feng Wuchen said in a low voice, his tone somewhat cold, which frightened Xiaolan into nodding repeatedly.

Today’s Wanbao Pavilion was somewhat quiet because everyone had gone to the arena.

“Isn’t this Young Master Feng? What a rare guest, and Young Master Lin is here too.” As they entered Wanbao Pavilion, a middle-aged man immediately greeted them; he was the Wanbao Pavilion manager, Zhang Han.

Seeing Lin You wasn’t particularly surprising, but seeing Feng Wuchen was.

This was Feng Wuchen’s first visit to Wanbao Pavilion.

“Young Master Feng, isn’t Tianyan Academy conducting its enrollment today? Why have you come to Wanbao Pavilion? Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot that Young Master Feng awakened a Second-Grade Martial Soul and doesn’t have the qualifications to enter Tianyan Academy.” Zhang Han said with a smile that seemed polite, but his words were laced with mockery.

“Shut your filthy mouth! Otherwise, I’ll tear it apart!” Lin You said coldly, his fierce gaze causing Zhang Han to shudder.

Zhang Han was just a manager at Wanbao Pavilion; he didn’t dare to provoke Lin You.

“I want to buy ten bottles of Seven-colored Elixir, go and prepare them for me,” Feng Wuchen said expressionlessly, not taking any offense.

“Seven-colored Elixir? Can’t Feng Elder make it? The Feng family’s shops even sell it, and you’re buying more, Young Master Feng?” Zhang Han looked at Feng Wuchen in astonishment, wondering if he had too much money and nowhere to spend it.

“Just go if I’m asking you to go. Why all this nonsense!” Lin You scolded again.

“Yes, yes, I’ll go right away.” Zhang Han nodded repeatedly.

“Lin You, Elder Su should be returning soon, so you should head back,” Feng Wuchen said, looking at Lin You.

“Big Brother Feng, can you tell me why you won’t go to Tianyan Academy?” Lin You asked seriously.

“Are you stupid? With my Second-Grade Martial Soul, going there would only make me the butt of their jokes. I can’t afford to lose that face, and besides, Mo Ling’er is at the academy, so what would I go there for?” Feng Wuchen said with an indifferent smile.

Patted Lin You on the shoulder, Feng Wuchen said, “You have good talent; work hard and don’t let your father down.”

“Don’t worry, Big Brother Feng, I will definitely work hard! Take care, Big Brother Feng.” Lin You nodded firmly, and only after getting his questions answered did he leave.

Bidding farewell to Lin You, Feng Wuchen felt somewhat reluctant to let go.

“Young Master Feng, here is your Seven-colored Elixir, ten bottles.” Soon, Zhang Han brought out ten bottles of Seven-colored Elixir.

At first, he was very polite, but once he saw Lin You was no longer there, his attitude changed drastically.

Just as Feng Wuchen reached out to take them, Zhang Han moved them away, sneering, “Young Master Feng, you haven’t paid yet. One bottle of Seven-colored Elixir costs three hundred Gold Coins.”

“What? Three hundred Gold Coins? You might as well be robbing!” Xiaolan immediately exploded in anger upon hearing this.

The Seven-colored Elixir wasn’t any precious Spiritual Liquid; it was merely for increasing the cultivation speed of those in the Body Refining Realm, and a bottle was worth only one hundred Gold Coins.

Zhang Han was intentionally making things difficult for Feng Wuchen.

“The price of Seven-colored Elixir recently increased; three hundred Gold Coins a bottle, take it or leave it. Your Feng family has plenty anyway, it makes no difference to us whether we sell it or not,” Zhang Han said with a mocking sneer.

Just as Xiaolan was about to scold him, Feng Wuchen stopped her and said indifferently, “I’ll take an additional twenty bottles of Seven-colored Elixir. But first, take me to see the weapons.”

“May I know what kind of weapon Young Master Feng desires? The weapons at Wanbao Pavilion are quite expensive,” Zhang Han said while leading the way, his tone unpleasant, not treating Feng Wuchen as a guest at all.

Feng Wuchen said indifferently, “Let’s have a look first.”

“When did the Third Young Master become so good-tempered?” Xiaolan mused in amazement, feeling that Feng Wuchen was acting a bit strange today, somewhat mysterious.

Given Feng Wuchen’s previous temper, he would have started a fight already, not endured in silence.

In the weapons chamber, all sorts of weapons were on display; next to it was another room filled with magic artifacts of all kinds.

The artifacts and weapons were categorized by grade, from low to high: Magic Artifact, Treasure Artifact, Spiritual Artifact, Immortal Artifact, and Divine Artifact, each divided into three levels: Lower Grade, Middle Grade, and Higher Grade.

Though Wanbao Pavilion had many weapons and magic artifacts, after all, it was just a shop in a small city, and all the weapons and magic artifacts were Magic Artifacts.

Treasures and Spiritual Artifacts are only owned by powerful cities and sects, just like Cultivation Techniques and martial skills, the more powerful the magic weapon or weapon, the more precious and rare it is.

Feng Wuchen glanced around and thought to himself, “Ordinary weapons are made of fine iron, I hope to find one made of mysterious iron.”

Feng Wuchen’s gaze finally settled on a hammer, and he said, “I want this one.”

“Three thousand Gold Coins,” Zhang Han quoted without even looking.

“You’re deliberately raising the price! The Lower Grade Magic Artifacts are all one thousand Gold Coins! Third Young Master, he’s deliberately making things difficult for us.” Xiaolan said angrily, her cheeks puffing up, wishing she could slap Zhang Han against the wall!

“So what if I’m making things difficult? He’s nothing but a Second Grade Martial Soul trash; we’ve raised the price of the weapons! If you don’t want it, get lost!” Zhang Han spread his hands and sneered with a look that was extremely punch-worthy.

Feng Wuchen ignored him and said to Xiaolan with a smile, “Xiaolan, I’ll take you to see the magic treasures, feel free to say what you like.”

In the Treasure Room, Feng Wuchen casually picked out a Storage Ring, and since Storage Rings were extremely precious, Zhang Han’s quote was ten thousand Gold Coins.

Feng Wuchen didn’t bargain and continued to select items.

As time passed, after half an hour, Feng Wuchen picked out dozens of treasures, and the more he picked, the more expensive they got, looking like a newly rich tycoon, treating money as if it were nothing.

All the treasures added up, according to the prices given by Zhang Han, would be at least over a hundred thousand Gold Coins.

Feng Wuchen buying so many items at once made Xiaolan extremely worried, that was well over a hundred thousand Gold Coins, let alone Feng Wuchen not having that many Gold Coins, even the Feng family might not be able to come up with that amount in a short time, right?

“Young Master Feng, have you finished choosing? All these treasures together come to a total of one hundred and thirty-seven thousand Gold Coins. Once purchased, Wanbao Pavilion doesn’t accept returns, it’s the rule! If you can’t come up with the money, don’t even think about leaving Wanbao Pavilion! It’s no use even if your father comes!” Zhang Han sneered, clapped his hands, and shortly after, over a dozen burly men rushed out from Wanbao Pavilion.

Though there are four major families in Unmatched City, Wanbao Pavilion shouldn’t be underestimated either; its Pavilion Master is also a First Grade Alchemist!

Otherwise, even if you gave Zhang Han a hundred guts, he wouldn’t dare to act so arrogantly in front of Feng Wuchen.

“It turns out to be the waste from the Feng family. What, have you come to cause trouble at Wanbao Pavilion today?” one of the burly men mocked with laughter.

“Buying so much and not able to pay, I’ll break your leg,” another burly man bellowed angrily, his ugly appearance fearsome and intimidating.

“Young Master, what should we do?” Xiaolan’s pretty face turned pale with fear, her whole body trembling.

Any one of the burly men before them could knock Feng Wuchen down, let alone a dozen of them.

“Zhang Han, if you kneel down and kowtow to me right now and act like a dog, I might just save your life,” Feng Wuchen said coldly, without a trace of panic.

“Save me? Ha ha!” Zhang Han was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, “Feng Wuchen, if you kneel down and kowtow to me, and then act like a dog, I might let you return the goods! I’ll release you like a fart.”

“Your cultivation hasn’t progressed a bit in half a year, am I right? The Fire Attribute Cultivation Technique you are cultivating, no matter how you practice, the True Qi will disperse and cannot be absorbed, am I correct?” Feng Wuchen said with a cold smile, seemingly seeing through everything about Zhang Han.

“How… how do you know?” Zhang Han stared, his eyes wide with shock.

This was a secret known only to himself, and he never mentioned it to anyone else; others were completely unaware, yet Feng Wuchen had spoken of it accurately.

“In an attempt to break through the fifth level of the Qi Refining Realm, you took an elixir to forcibly advance, resulting in deviation and leaving a hidden trouble. Now every time you cultivate, you feel excruciating pain throughout your body, am I right?” Feng Wuchen continued with a sneer.

“Impossible! It’s impossible for you to know! I have never told anyone about this, even the Pavilion Master doesn’t know, how could you possibly know?” Zhang Han said, looking at Feng Wuchen in fright.

The dozen or so burly men looked at each other in shock, could it be that everything Feng Wuchen said was true?

“How does the Young Master know?” Xiaolan asked, stunned, looking at Feng Wuchen.

Looking at the frightened Zhang Han, Feng Wuchen sneered, “You’re about to die, at most two months left. The more you cultivate, the sooner you will die. Even if you tell the Pavilion Master, he can’t save you! Only I can save you!”

“You can save me? Are you serious?” Zhang Han asked frantically, and from his panicked expression, it was clear that what Feng Wuchen said was true.

“Too bad I’ve already given you a chance, and it’s you who didn’t seize it,” Feng Wuchen sneered.

“Young Master Feng! I was wrong! Please give me another chance, I beg you! I don’t want to die yet!” Zhang Han knelt down and kowtowed in terror.

“Nonsense!” Just then, a hoarse voice imbued with a degree of authority spoke up.

“Pavilion Master!” Zhang Han and the dozen or so burly men greeted respectfully.

“Get up already!” Wanbao Pavilion’s Pavilion Master shouted angrily at Zhang Han: “You believe what a good-for-nothing says? What can he use to save you? Foolish!”

The newcomer was Yu Wanxiong, the Pavilion Master of Wanbao Pavilion, an elderly man who was also a First Grade Alchemist.

“Manager Zhang, that brat is definitely making a fool out of you!” one of the burly men said, he also couldn’t believe that a good-for-nothing could save Zhang Han.

“Feng Wuchen! You dare make fun of me!” Zhang Han said, his anger boiling over.

“Feng Wuchen, for the sake of your father and Feng Qianyang, put down the goods and get lost! Wanbao Pavilion doesn’t welcome you! This place is not for you to cause trouble!” Yu Wanxiong scolded Feng Wuchen angrily, a domineering aura erupting from him.

“Humph! You’ll regret this. Zhang Han, if you kneel down and kowtow to me and act like a dog now, I’ll still give you a chance,” Feng Wuchen sneered, utterly unafraid of Yu Wanxiong’s aura, not taking the Pavilion Master seriously at all.