Chapter 30: Bargaining With An Elder.

[Name: Moonlit Fang (Sword of the Silent Night).

Grade: Low-Tier Rare Grade (Incomplete-version).

Description: Forged under a rare lunar eclipse, the Moonlit Fang gleams with a cold, ethereal glow, its edge said to capture the light of the moon itself. Whispered to have the ability to strike silently and with deadly precision, it is a weapon feared for its spectral swiftness.

It is claimed that with every swing, the sword draws upon the moon's energy Lunar Qi, growing stronger under the night sky, and that those struck by it feel the chill of the moonlit night even in daylight.

Once the Moonlit Fang is fully restored from its incomplete form, it will unlock its true potential, capable of channeling the combined power of both the Sun and Moon.

When whole, the sword will draw strength from the celestial balance, blending the fiery intensity of the Sun with the cool precision of the Moon.

This fusion will grant the wielder unparalleled power, allowing them to strike with the blazing force of daylight and the ethereal swiftness of the night.]

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"Perfect! This sword was made for me," Reon thought inwardly, excitement bubbling within him. "With the Eclipse Orb, this weapon is exactly what I need. Sure, it's not the complete version, but even now, it can channel Lunar Qi—perfect for when I finally consume the Eclipse Orb."

His grin widened as a thought struck him. "Who knows? Maybe the System can restore the sword to its full form. If that happens, I'll be able to channel both Solar Qi and Lunar Qi, elevating my power to an entirely new level."

Reon approached the counter, clutching the Moonlit Fang, his excitement barely contained. The price tag read sixty-eight thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Sect Points, a steep amount but still within his budget.

Was he going to pay full price for it? Not a chance.

With a confident smirk, he placed the sword on the counter and pulled out his Essence Token from his spatial ring. The Token, a vital tool for all disciples, stored their Sect Points and granted access to various facilities within the sect.

The Elder behind the counter gave Reon a long, baffled look, as though he'd completely lost his mind.

"Boy, are you out of your senses?" the Elder asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "You're spending so many Sect Points on a broken weapon? That sword has been sitting here in the Outer Sect's Weaponry Hall for hundreds of years. No one even spared it a glance when it was priced at a mere twenty thousand Sect Points, and you're about to blow sixty-eight thousand on it?"

The disbelief in his voice was unmistakable.

"It's not sixty-eight thousand, you bastard; it's sixty-nine thousand—just one point short!" Reon thought to himself, biting back the urge to speak.

"Will the Elder accept twenty thousand Sect Points for this weapon?" Reon asked, his voice steady but laced with anticipation.

The Elder shook his head, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "I'm afraid that's not possible. While it's true that no one seems interested in this weapon, it remains a Low-Tier Rare Grade item, even in its broken state. Over time, its price has only increased, though it still falls short of the average for its kind."

Reon's brow furrowed in disbelief. "Shouldn't a weapon that hasn't sold for a century be priced lower? Why has its value risen instead of diminishing? If I'm the only potential buyer, what does that say about its worth?"

"Look, Elder, I only have fifty-five thousand Sect Points—the result of three long years of blood, sweat, and tears. Please, have some sympathy and lower the price," Reon implored, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Behind him, Xu Yang stood in stunned silence, astonished by his brother's audacity. Hadn't Brother Xue earned enough Points to buy the weapon outright in just two days?

Although he understood Xue Taiyang's strategy, he couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his brother's performance, struggling to maintain his composure.

Internally, Reon smirked, aware that he had already transferred fifteen thousand Sect Points into Xu Yang's Essence Token after glancing at the price tag. Even if the Elder checked his Essence Token, he would find only fifty-five thousand Sect Points.

"I can only lower the price by five thousand Sect Points. Take it or leave it," the Elder said sternly.

"I see the Elder doesn't respect his customers' struggles. Fine, I'll just find a good Rare Grade weapon in three years. Wait for me, Elder; I'll return in three years," Reon said, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion as he turned to leave.

The Elder was taken aback, mistaking Reon for just another disciple making excuses. He failed to grasp the truth behind the pain in the young man's voice. The weapon was broken, after all, and he could afford to sell it for less. I should just be rid of this thing.

"Wait, young man. If you can offer fifty-eight thousand, this weapon is yours," the Elder said.

"Elder, I can borrow a thousand from my brother over there, but I can't go any higher than that," Reon replied, nodding toward Xu Yang.

"Deal," the Elder said.