It would be impossible to say that the four of them were particularly interested.

Sword cultivators don't really care much about these magical treasures.

Each Nascent Soul stage sword cultivator is equipped with a natal flying sword that is comparable to an innate spiritual treasure and can be upgraded.

Having reached their level, they naturally wouldn't be attracted to ordinary magical treasures.

This trip to purchase magical artifacts was mainly for disciples who had not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Although Ye Feng was there, these disciples' strength improved rapidly within the sect.

But it's inevitable that they'll still need to go out and gain some experience.

Having one or two magical treasures by your side will greatly increase your safety.

We can ignore offensive magic weapons.

In terms of offensive and defensive techniques, the current members of the Sword Sect dare to look down on all other sects in the world.

Especially those who are fanatical about practicing the Dugu Nine Swords.

The higher one's skill level, the more one feels that close combat is as lonely as snow, and the higher one climbs, the colder it gets.

Even without a natal flying sword, one is already fearless in any close combat with just an ordinary black iron sword.

Assistance to cultivation...

The three, Shenqing Zhenjun and his companions, exchanged a knowing glance with Ye Feng.

neglect.

With the junior brother being such a bug, there's no need for any auxiliary cultivation methods.

They didn't even glance at the curse; they simply ignored it.

Basically, only defensive magic items are most suitable.

There are many types of defensive magical artifacts.

Outer armor, inner armor, inner lining, long gowns, domain-type armor, air shields, etc.

Ye Feng even spotted a defensive magical artifact shaped like thermal underwear in a corner, gleaming with a unique metallic luster.

I wonder which genius created this thing. There's no signature on it. I guess they were too embarrassed to write anything on it.

Ye Feng scanned the area, but the System Eye didn't provide any notifications.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

So all those claims about kitchenware are just lies, huh?

After looking around, Shenqing Zhenjun did have some thoughts in mind.

After discussing it with Elder Meng Keyi of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion, Meng Keyi said to Wang He:

"Young friend, we've taken a fancy to some magical artifacts. Are there any discounts for bulk orders?"

Wang Heru heard the celestial music and was about to reply when a voice full of arrogance and mockery came from the side.

"Ha, dressed so smartly, I thought he was some important person. But he's probably just some country bumpkin from some remote corner. When has Huixian Pavilion ever offered discounts? And haggling over prices is just embarrassing. If you don't have spirit stones, don't come in and pollute the spiritual energy!"

Meng Keyi, Ye Feng, and the others frowned and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

They saw a person whose whole body shimmered with precious light, looking down at them with his nostrils.

One look at his arrogant and domineering manner, and you can tell he's probably some rich kid from a wealthy family.

The spoiled brat continued arrogantly, "What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out and feed them to the dogs. It's such bad luck to have to breathe the same spiritual energy as a bunch of bumpkins like you."

This was the first time Ye Feng, who had lived two lives, had ever seen someone so arrogant and domineering.

It seems quite interesting.

Is this the legendary rich second generation?

Should I introduce myself soon?

What about who my father is, who my brother is, and so on?

Meng Keyi still ignored him, not because she was afraid, nor because she was giving face to whoever was behind that spoiled brat.

Instead, it was to give face to the three people behind the host here, Mingdaoren.

When the spoiled brat saw that Meng Keyi was ignoring him, he immediately became furious.

"I'm talking to you! Didn't your mother teach you how to talk to people?"

With a "whoosh," Meng Keyi's sword was instantly drawn from its sheath!

Sword cultivators are never good-tempered.

Tolerating once, twice, or three times is already the limit; the host has already given them all the face they deserve.

He's still here babbling on and on, even insulting his family. How could Meng Keyi tolerate that?

The reason he didn't immediately draw his sword to kill was entirely because Wang He grabbed him.

Given Wang He's small stature, if he were to force himself to fight, the "He" in Wang He's name would probably mean "the crane that rides to the west."

Wang He's voice trembled, his expression filled with terror: "Immortal... Immortal! This young master is named Wang Teng, the only son of Patriarch Wang, a Mahayana Realm cultivator from the Du'e Sect. Please do not make a move!"

The spoiled brat Wang Teng, already intimidated by Shenqing Zhenjun's aura, became arrogant again after hearing Wang He highlight his family's status.

"Heh, you want to fight? Try touching me and see what happens."

Meng Keyi asked expressionlessly, "Given his provocation, Huixian Pavilion is going to ignore it?"

Wang He said tremblingly, "Our lord has never...never cared about these things. As long as the fighting is not for murder, robbery, or theft, our lord has never taken sides! Young Master Wang is a distinguished guest of this branch, so naturally he would not interfere."

"Okay, let go."

Wang He thought Meng Keyi had listened to his advice and that's why she carefully let go of his hand.

But to his surprise, as soon as he let go, everything went blurry before his eyes, and before he could even react, Meng Keyi had already disappeared from the spot.

When they reappeared, they were already outside the door.

He was carrying someone in his hand; who else could it be but that arrogant young master Wang?

"Damn it! This is rotten food!"

Wang He cursed under his breath and hurriedly said to Ye Feng, "Immortal, Immortal, please persuade that immortal! Young Master Wang's father is really not someone to be trifled with, and he's right here in the auction hall!"

Ye Feng quickly comforted him, saying, "Okay, okay, I'll try to persuade you, Senior Brother."

Just as Wang He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Ye Feng shout, "Senior brother, hurry up and make your move! His father is in the auction hall."

Damn it!

Are you trying to persuade someone?!

Upon hearing Ye Feng's shout, Meng Keyi sheathed her longsword again.

Wang Teng laughed loudly, "Hmph! You know my father is scared in the main hall, right? Being scared won't help! None of you are leaving today unless you kowtow!"

Meng Keyi lifted Wang Teng up with one hand without expression.

Immediately afterwards, the other hand flashed like a blur, slapping Wang Teng's face repeatedly.

This powerful, heavy blow instantly turned Wang Teng's handsome face into a pig's head.

Suddenly, a golden light struck from above without warning, heading straight for Meng Keyi's back.

Shenqing Zhenjun reached out and summoned a natal flying sword wreathed in lightning, which flew straight toward the golden light.

"boom!"

A loud bang was heard, and the golden light stopped moving.

A voice, utterly indifferent, rang out: "Who do we have here? It's none other than the Sect Master of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect. May I ask, Sect Master Shenqing, what is your purpose in capturing my only son?"

Shenqing Zhenjun flashed and grasped his natal flying sword.

He twirled his sword, held it behind his back, exuding an air of unrestrained elegance.

In stark contrast to his usual affable demeanor, Shenqing Zhenjun's voice was now filled with authority: "Your only son insulted my junior brother's family first. Shouldn't my junior brother teach him a lesson? Moreover, your attack just now was a killing blow. Wasn't that a bit too domineering?"

Wang Li frowned: "He's just a child after all. Why are you making such a big deal out of him? Are you perhaps dissatisfied with me?"