Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Weapon Pavilion was the largest shop in the mart.

Zen knew that real treasures and rare weapons might not appear in such a big shop. However, his goal was not to find rare spiritual weapons.

Zen intended to buy mysterious weapons.

He believed that the Weapon Pavilion would stock many mysterious weapons.

After stepping into the Weapon Pavilion, Zen saw a variety of weapons.

There were golden axes, emerald spears, blood-red great swords, and so on.

As Zen glanced at the weapons, he found that they were low-grade mysterious weapons.

The business at the Weapon Pavilion seemed very good. Many people shuttled in and out, and dozens of waiters wearing yellow coats were busy greeting customers.

After hanging out for a while, Zen wanted to speak with a waiter about the weapons, but no one approached him.

Perhaps the reason for this strange behavior was that the waiters saw Zen wearing a white robe, which was characteristic of a Cloud Sect outer disciple. All of the workers in the mart could tell that the outer disciples had only recently joined Cloud Sect. Even if they earned some bonuses from the sect, they had to use their cubic crystals for cultivation. Thus, no waiter paid attention to Zen as they didn't think he could afford much.

After waiting for a long time, Zen noticed that a waiter was free. The man reluctantly walked up to Zen.

"Sir, what weapons do you want to buy? We have various kinds of weapons. As long as you tell me what you want, I can find it for you," said the waiter fluently.

Zen nodded and said, "I have noticed that you only have low-grade mysterious weapons on display. Could you please tell me where the top-grade mysterious weapons are placed?"

"Top-grade mysterious weapons?" questioned the waiter as he studied Zen.

Although the waiter assumed that Zen was perhaps not wealthy enough to afford a top-grade mysterious weapon, he still wanted to take a chance. Sometimes, children from noble clans dressed as though they were poor. The waiter did not want to miss potential business based on an assumption.

Thus, the waiter smiled warmly and said, "Sir, our top-grade mysterious weapons are not exhibited here. If you want to buy some, I'll take you to another room. This way please!"

Zen nodded and followed the waiter to the depths of the Weapon Pavilion.

The inner space of the Weapon Pavilion was huge! As Zen walked deeper, he came across many mid-grade mysterious weapons. Soon these were replaced by top-grade ones.

"Sir, this is our collection of top-grade mysterious weapons. Each of them is of superior quality!" introduced the waiter proudly, as he led Zen into a big room.

Zen's eyes wandered along the counters. At a glance, he could not tell whether these weapons were remarkable or not.

There might be a massive difference in quality between any two top-grade mysterious weapons.

weapons that Zen grabbed from Evil Lan produced only

from the two short halberds that

observation, these weapons did not appear to

these weapons could produce five drops of essence when melted, Zen would be

weapons do you have now?"

confused about why he cared about how many top-grade mysterious weapons were in the Weapon Pavilion.

thirty-two swords, eighteen hammers, twenty-six sabers, and other types of top-grade

Zen nodded thoughtfully.

these top-grade mysterious weapons had a different price, on average, one could be sold for a hundred cubic crystals.

you like?" asked the

them," replied Zen

exclaimed the waiter.

low. A considerable part of the salary came

to sell a substantial number of weapons each month.

people only bought one or two

Zen had said that he wanted to buy all the top-grade mysterious weapons. 'What a crazy idea, ' thought the

mysterious weapons?" asked the waiter. His warm smile was replaced with a sullen expression when he thought that he

each costs one hundred cubic crystals on average, I will spend more than twenty thousand

Even to the Weapon

mysterious weapons. Thus, a monthly transaction could amount to over ten thousand cubic crystals.

Can you show me now? If not, you'd better get out of my sight!" The waiter was livid. As he had seen that no one was serving Zen, with the best of intentions, he had come to

find someone else to serve me," said Zen as he lifted a sword in his hands and began to

whoever you would like to help you!" mumbled the waiter coldly before turning

toward the end of the counter, where a middle-aged man in brown

you in charge here?" asked

at Zen before asking, "Sir,

given by Wurth Zhang before saying, "I want to

by Zen, he thought the boy was

token in Zen's hands, his

familiar with the token, even

of tokens. Each token color, be it purple, white, green, or golden,

was the most common,

Zen's hands

borrow ten

about one thousand people had enough wealth to be given a golden token.

out from behind the counter and politely said, "Sir, what do you want to buy?