Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 9 I deserve to die!

The third senior brother is responsible for refining weapons in the Linjian sect.

The reason is simple: the earth element is calm and steady, and is the most patient.

Their master knew how to use people well. The eldest brother from the fire element went to make pills, the second sister from the wood element went to plant crops, the third sister from the gold element went to practice swordsmanship in the forest, and the third brother from the earth element naturally refined weapons.

Although the foundry sects outside that specialize in refining weapons all give priority to the fire element, the master naturally has his reasons for making such arrangements.

Lin Jian thought that the sect probably had its own assessment criteria for the masters...

When I found the third senior brother, he was holding a Liuren dice and carefully carving it.

"Third Brother, what are you busy with?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work." The third senior brother threw a file over without even looking at Lin Jian.

"I'm here to place an order." Lin Jian raised his lips to an evil smile. Today is also the day for him to become a customer!

"Oh?" The third brother paused, finally looking up from his workbench to glance at his younger brother. "What order?"

"Wow~"

Lin Jian raised his hand and shook off the package, and Zi Han's fragments were scattered all over the table.

As the first flying sword in his cultivation career, this flying sword is of vital importance.

"How much does it cost to fix it?"

Lin Jian believed that his direct descendants, who were from the same lineage, would not cheat him on the price.

It costs 300,000 to buy, so repairing it shouldn’t cost that much, right?
Although the third senior brother's craftsmanship was not good, when I bought the flying sword that was at stake for my life, I never thought of taking advantage of him.

But I am really short of money right now, so I can only rely on whether my third senior brother can help me.

Looking at the flying sword fragments scattered on the table in front of him, the third senior brother frowned slightly, his expression suddenly full of respect.

What kind of war did it take to be shattered into such a miserable state?

I don’t know how much torture this flying sword endured in its life. It must have suffered a lot following such a weak master.

"Let me see." The third senior brother stroked the largest piece of debris with pity, then turned to the side and picked up a magic weapon that looked like a magnifying glass and began to observe.

"what?"

"Hey!"

"Sigh~"

The third brother suddenly put down the "Minghao Mirror" and looked at Lin Jian seriously, "Where did you pick up this garbage?"

"..."

Brother, your words are so hurtful.

"This is a flying sword." Lin Jian insisted.

"It used to be a piece of junk flying sword."

"..."

"Throw it away." The third brother casually threw the fragments back. "Throw it far away. This garbage is not easy to sort."

"..." Lin Jian asked carefully, "What if, I mean what if, what if someone wants to restore this pile of garbage into a flying sword, is it possible?"

"Five hundred thousand." The third senior brother spat out a cold number.

"what?"

The senior brother didn't even look at him. He lowered his head and began to fiddle with his Liuren dice again. "I don't know where you picked up this scrap, but there's a hint of demonic nature in the fragments. It will take a lot of effort to eradicate this demonic nature, not to mention that the sword is so completely shattered. The magic circle engraved inside is also completely shattered and needs to be re-engraved. Moreover, this sword was mixed with several materials during its forging. When it is returned to the furnace, it needs to be stripped away and reforged one by one... Well, throw it away. Buying a new one is better than this one."

"..."

The file that Lin Jian had rejected was pushed back in front of him. "Give it up. Trash will let you down, but the file won't. I've received a large order for Liuren dice, and I'm almost busy."

Lin Jian collected the trash expressionlessly. "The Liuren dice are also garbage." "Fate guides us to good fortune and avoid misfortune. How can they be garbage?"

"When the Liuren dice are tossed, the user already has the answer in mind." Lin Jian pushed the file back. "Senior Brother, goodbye."

"You don't make money anymore?" The third brother looked up in surprise.

"It's hard for me to do anything for you with that little money you have." Lin Jian turned around and smiled brightly, "The big brother next door pays much more than you."

"I can also pay you more!" The third brother was reluctant to say this word out loud.

It wasn't until I saw my junior brother's back walking away that I realized with regret, "No! Why should I compete with him on this!"

……

After leaving the third senior brother's workshop in the forest, he turned around and went to the eldest senior brother's alchemy room.

People should focus on money.

Everything will let you down, except money.

If Lin Jian was rich enough, he would have been killing people with his flying sword.

Unfortunately, he didn't have it, and now he can only work as a medicine-pounding boy under someone else.

After working hard for a day, Master Lin received his reward - three hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Just as what the third senior brother said, the eldest senior brother pays higher wages than anyone else.

After giving up all his illusions, Lin Jian had to face first the 30,000 yuan in illegal loans.

After sunset, Linjian returned to his yard exhausted.

Haruyuki, who was sitting in the yard boredly fighting ants, suddenly brightened up and stood up to greet him. "You're finally back! You must have been busy all day, right?"

I don’t know why, but in the woods I had the illusion of a gentle homely wife welcoming her husband home from get off work.

"How much did you earn today?"

“…”More like it.

"Three hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

"So little?" Chunxue looked at Lin Jian, who looked exhausted, and finally realized how much money his one million high-grade spirit stones meant to this ordinary cultivator.

Lin Jian lowered his head and looked at her weakly, "There's nothing I can do. After all, I can only earn very little money."

"If it's so little, then don't do it."

"How can I not do it? I still haven't found the sword loan for next month."

"Ah? We still have loans?!"

"Didn't I tell you? In order to buy that flying sword, I borrowed 39,000 yuan in loans, and I have to pay it back in three months. It's really stressful."

Haruyuki was stunned. "Nine out, thirteen back?"

Seeing the confused look on the face of the second generation immortal, Lin Jian explained, "Nine out means only 90% is paid. In name, they lent me 30,000, but in reality, they only gave me 27,000. Thirteen return means three-tenths interest. If you borrowed 30,000, you have to pay back 39,000."

Haruyuki's eyes widened as if he had learned something new. "So, you're borrowing 27,000 and have to pay back 39,000, which means you're paying 12,000 in interest for three months. Ugh! You're stealing money!"

"How can you rob money so quickly?"

"Then what's wrong with us?" Chunxue pinched her waist and said righteously, "This kind of bad behavior should be stopped from here!"

"You won't pay me back? If you don't, I'll be blacklisted." Lin Jian counted on his fingers, "Large-scale spending is prohibited, personal transactions are prohibited, and all property under my name will be seized... The sect will also expel me from the mountain gate, and I will have to pay the sect's training and tutoring fees. In the end, if I can't pay, I will be captured and taken to the Tianyuan Demonic Gap to pay for my debt with my life. I'm only in the Qi Refining Stage, and I don't think I can survive in the hands of those demons... Sigh~"

Lin Jian lowered his eyelids and looked dejected. "I wish I hadn't bought that flying sword."

……

Haruyuki woke up in the middle of the night and slapped himself hard, "I deserve to die!"

(End of this chapter)