Longzang

Chapter 887 The Problem

The lucky and strong witch hunter seemed to be afraid that Wei Yuan would change his mind. After laughing wildly, he suddenly stopped, looked around warily, and turned to leave.

"Please wait, powerful sorcerer," Wei Yuan called out to him.

"What, are you going to back out? Don't be so greedy!"

Wei Yuan said calmly, "Such a tone? If I were to go back on my word, could you possibly resist?"

A murderous glint flashed across the burly shaman's face, and the temperature in the entire courtyard suddenly rose sharply, instantly transforming it into a sunlit inferno! The shaman let out a sinister laugh, his hand transforming into sharp claws, his fingertips dripping with fire, as he slammed one claw down at Wei Yuan's head!

The Sunlight Purgatory instantly covered half of the market. The power wizards in the courtyard were in excruciating pain, while Hunter Three One and True Steel could barely stand, their faces filled with utter terror.

Hunter Three cried out, "It's Hunter Seven! Be careful, he's the Wild Witch!"

Without Lie Sanyi's reminder, Wei Yuan already knew that the other party was a Desolate Witch before the Sunlight Purgatory was released. The rich aura emanating from the Heart World could not be hidden from Wei Yuan's divine sense.

However, the desolate sunlight that could melt steel was completely useless on Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan was unaffected and raised his hand to block the claw that was about to strike him!
The giant claw was thicker than a single finger of Wei Yuan's, yet Wei Yuan and the ground beneath him were as one, both indescribably hard. Lie Qi's strike was too forceful, and as if hitting a nail, Wei Yuan's entire left arm was swallowed by its claw!

Wei Yuan grabbed again with his right hand, and [Compassion] flew through the air and landed in his hand. He raised his spear and brought it down, making three consecutive thuds as he thrust it into Lie Qi!

Under the force of the attack, three large holes, each about a foot in diameter, appeared on Lie Qifa's body!
Wei Yuan unleashed boundless power, and with a slight tremor, pushed Lie Qi back several steps. Lie Qi's face paled in horror. He withdrew his Sunlight Purgatory and said, "This witch admits defeat! I don't want the stuff anymore!"

"Stop right there!" Wei Yuan shouted.

Hunter Seven's face darkened. He said, "What else do you want? If I'm determined to leave, do you think you can stop me?"

Wei Yuan said coldly, "Why would I keep you here? To eat with my food? I stopped you just now so you could take the box with you, as a bonus. But since you dared to lay a hand on me, I'll naturally teach you a lesson."

Hunter Seven examined the iron boxes again and discovered that they were made entirely of high-quality scrap iron, with the three boxes alone worth over a hundred catties of scrap iron. Even though Hunter Seven was wealthy and powerful, he would still pick up scrap iron weighing a hundred catties on the road.

Hunter Seven's expression was complicated as he asked, "Can I still take things with me?"

Wei Yuan said, "This was originally yours, why can't you take it?"

Hunter Seven put away the arrow and picked up the iron box. Throughout the process, Wei Yuan simply watched coldly without making any extra moves.

Lie Qi gave Wei Yuan a deep look, and a golden-red aura entered Wei Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, thus Wei Yuan learned what the Desolate Witch's aura looked like.

"What a gain!" Wei Yuan's lips almost curled into a smile, but he managed to suppress it.

If it were real steel, it would probably laugh wildly for the duration of an incense stick, laughing until all the neighbors knew it had struck it rich before it would stop.

Hunter Seven walked out of the courtyard, and just before leaving, he suddenly asked, "May I ask a few more questions? What is your other name? Also, are you a Wild Witch?"

Wei Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, the tip of his spear pointing to the ground, feeling his posture was both elegant and unrestrained. He then said, "Which eye of yours saw that this sorcerer had any intention of imagining the world? This sorcerer is certainly not a desolate sorcerer. As for other titles..."

Wei Yuan looked at Zhen Gang, honestly not knowing the meaning of the other titles. Zhen Gang understood and immediately said, "The God of Craftsmanship's battle title is: Great Wilderness Spear God!"

Wei Yuan almost covered his face with his hands. Zhen Gang really lacked vocabulary, so he could only step in himself: "This witch is the Great Wilderness Spear Saint."

Fortunately, this isn't Qingming, otherwise, this shameful act of giving oneself a nickname would probably be talked about for a very long time.

Hunter Seven looked Wei Yuan up and down, muttering to himself, "He's not a Desolate Witch, he's not a Desolate Witch?"

Wei Yuan sneered, "If I were a savage sorcerer, would you still be alive after three shots?"

Hunter Seven's wounds were healing rapidly, accompanied by the rustling sound of granulation tissue growing and closing. Wei Yuan didn't stab vital organs; he only aimed for areas with more flesh. The Wild Witch's physical regeneration ability was quite formidable; the three terrifying holes had almost completely healed in just a short time.

Lie Qi didn't say anything more, took his things and left, walking with his head held high. Anyone unaware of the situation would have thought he had severely injured Wei Yuan. Then, after he left, a golden-red aura quietly descended upon Wei Yuan.

The first high priest to buy the spirit rabbit had a complicated expression and quietly picked up the iron box. Seeing that there were no more goods to sell that day, the other priests dispersed, leaving behind eight streams of fortune.

The weak triumphed over the strong, the ugly overwhelmed the beautiful—such a magnificent battle! There were over thirty powerful sorcerers present, yet why did less than 30% of them receive the blessing? Wei Yuan pondered deeply, wondering where he had gone wrong to fail to earn the worship of the remaining sorcerers. Was it because he hadn't struck a vital spot, or because his three spear thrusts were insufficient, needing to be riddled with holes?
Just then, a somewhat childish voice rang out from afar. A young witch was tugging at an old man's sleeve, excitedly saying, "Grandpa, look! There's an ugly witch over there playing with a gun, it looks like a..."

He was speaking when the old witch covered his mouth and he fled like the wind.

Wei Yuan now knew where the problem lay, and although he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

The next day, when the bell rang, the courtyard opened as usual. There were eight iron boxes on the shelf in the courtyard, all exactly the same as the ones from the day before.

A powerful shaman stepped forward, slammed down a box of rough iron, grabbed two iron boxes, and left without opening them on the spot. The other shamans followed suit, quickly buying six iron boxes without opening them. Looking at the last two remaining iron boxes, the shamans hesitated, unsure whether to buy them. By closing time, the two iron boxes remained unsold.

On the third day, Wei Yuan only displayed four boxes, and they sold out smoothly as expected. A powerful sorcerer with a profound aura hadn't gone far when he got itchy fingers and opened the iron box. A burst of flames instantly shot out of the box, and a fire lizard circled in the flames before returning to the arrowhead.

The shaman quickly grabbed the arrow and put it away, looked around warily, and then flew away.

On the fourth day, the shamans who came to Wei Yuan's courtyard suddenly discovered that a notice board had been erected in the courtyard, listing more than ten kinds of spirits.

The shamans were all puzzled and asked questions. Zhengang, who was in charge of receiving them, explained, "These are all spirits born from the hammer of the Craftsman God, and most of them are already in boxes. Let me tell you, these fiery spirits are all in the boxes!"

Among the listed spirits, the sand scorpion, the swimming fish, and a fire lizard naturally attracted attention, but a winged pegasus immediately stunned the witches!

This celestial horse was far superior to the sand scorpions and swimming fish, so a shaman tentatively asked, "Was this horse also in the iron box today?"

Zhengang sneered, "Only four iron boxes today? What are you dreaming of? But the spirit has already emerged. Anyway, they're going to be boxed up. We just don't know when they'll be available for sale. If you want one, try your luck."

Then Hunter x Hunter introduced another shelf, which was densely packed with over a hundred small iron boxes. This time, the boxes were small and made of ordinary material, worth about a pound of rough iron.

Hunter Three-One then announced loudly, "These boxes contain twenty pieces of Wild Steel and two pieces of Great Wild Divine Iron! The rest are all high-quality arrowheads. Each box costs fifty; whether you get them or not depends entirely on luck!"

Most of the shamans present were just there to watch the spectacle. Although they couldn't afford the large iron box, they all wanted to see what they could get out of it.

No one expected that there would be small iron boxes, and the price of fifty-one was already barely acceptable to most of the shamans present.

Many of the powerful sorcerers present considered themselves to be very clever, and they immediately began to calculate. In the end, they concluded that if what Wei Yuan said was true, the original price of the equipment in the iron box would actually be much higher than the price of the iron box itself.

Most of the powerful shamans immediately concluded that if all the small iron boxes were taken, Wei Yuan would lose five or six hundred catties of wild iron! The group of clever shamans realized that this great craftsman's skills were truly terrifying, but his brain was truly stupid!
Unfortunately, none of the shamans had the financial means to buy them all. One shaman rushed up and bought five small boxes, which he opened on the spot. He found two rough steel arrowheads, making a small profit.

The other witches followed suit, and in the blink of an eye, they had swept all one hundred small iron boxes clean. The witches who hadn't bought any made a ruckus, blocking those who had bought boxes from leaving, wanting to see the result on the spot and verify Wei Yuan's intelligence.

Moments later, two tremendous roars echoed through the courtyard. The shamans, satisfied, departed in groups. Some were beaming with pride, while others were crestfallen. But all the shamans mocked Wei Yuan's foolishness; after all, the items they had inventoried were worth a staggering six thousand units of waste iron, leaving Wei Yuan with a loss of one thousand units.

Inside the Kaishan Refining Shop, a young apprentice said to the master craftsman, "...That's how it is. That Great Wilderness Craftsman* is selling Great Wilderness Divine Iron in boxes, and he's practically selling it like crazy."

"We can do that too! Those guys are so stupid, selling them in boxes and selling them individually costs the same. If we only put four pieces of divine iron in five boxes, wouldn't we make a net profit of one?"

The young apprentice deliberately spoke the word "god" in the name of the Great Wilderness Craftsman God vaguely, so as not to anger the old man and suffer undeserved misfortune.

The old shaman's face darkened, and he said, "Nonsense! If they find out, where will we get our business?"

The young apprentice said, "If we make more boxes, unless a shaman buys them all, no one will know how much divine iron is inside."

The master craftsman looked thoughtful.

Inside the courtyard, after tallying up their day's harvest, Hunter Sanyi and Zhengang mustered their courage and advised, "Master, we lost at least a thousand pieces of scrap iron today. We can't sell the small iron boxes anymore. Shouldn't we change our strategy?"

Wei Yuan was examining the seven streams of luck he had just acquired that day, and without hesitation said, "No changes, sell it as is."

"Sir, the things they say about you behind your back are quite unpleasant!"

"You can talk behind someone's back all you want, but if they dare to say it to your face, I'll just stab them to death."

Seeing that Wei Yuan wouldn't listen to advice, Zhen Gang and Lie Sanyi were very worried. So, as the two witches worried day after day, Wei Qiu accumulated more and more waste iron.

At this point, even the large iron boxes might not sell one a day, and the small iron boxes were no longer all sellable, with more and more left over. So Wei Yuan introduced tiny iron boxes containing five pieces of Desolate Iron each, with ordinary, fine, or Desolate Steel arrowheads inside, and one piece of Great Desolate Divine Iron would be placed in every five hundred small boxes.

If you look at the numbers carefully, Wei Yuan actually lost even more.

So countless clever shamans flocked there, both to fleece Wei Yuan and to try their luck. Several huge cheers erupted each day, the courtyard teeming with shamans. Many shamans who had gained nothing gritted their teeth, preparing to return the next day to bask in the cheers of the crowd.

The master craftsman, who had been busy entangled with the little witch, finally sensed something was wrong. He hadn't made a sale for many days, and hadn't even sold five thick iron arrowheads per pound of raw iron.

At the same moment, when Wei Yuan closed the courtyard gate, he noticed that there were still some small iron boxes left over from today's harvest. He knew that after the three large knives had been swung, the chives on this ground were almost done, and any further cutting would mean digging them up by the roots.

But the roots of the Desolate Realm Power Witch could be uprooted, so be it. Wei Yuan began to ponder what he could do with a pound of Desolate Iron.

As he organized his thoughts, he placed the statue of Tianyu on the altar and performed his daily prayers as usual.

Under the scorching sun of the desolate realm, a convoy was speeding along, accompanied by hundreds of powerful shamans as guards. The terrifying aura of the shamans emanated from the head and tail of the convoy, intended to deter any unruly villains.

Suddenly, a chorus of exclamations erupted from the carriage of a massive war chariot in the center. Many voices, each carrying the accent of a different region of the Wu Kingdom, mingled together into a powerful, mournful cry: "Lord Tianyu, hold on a little longer! We'll be at the Divine Healer's place soon! Don't fall asleep! You absolutely mustn't fall asleep!"

(End of this chapter)