An iron pot?
Chen Muxue could tolerate it, but the pot behind her couldn't. Before anyone could react, the iron pot flew up on its own!
Just hearing "bang"—does it sound good? If it sounds good, it's a good hit.
Shen Yao clutched her forehead in disbelief, a large bump quickly swelling up.
"You!"
Shen Yao wouldn't hold back either. She drew her sword, starting with the Flowing Cloud Eighteen Forms, the swordsmanship that Liuyun Sect prided itself on!
With a "swish swish swish," sword shadows crisscrossed, a whirlwind arose. The strength of the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique lay in its sharpness; the strongest could stir up storms with just sword qi!
Of course, Shen Yao wasn't that strong yet. Chen Muxue could see she had just formed her core recently, but achieving Core Formation at this age indeed made her a proud child of heaven.
Shen Yao twirled her sword flower, her sword qi sweeping in like a fierce wind. Following the sword qi was her own fierce stab!
Chen Muxue held up the iron pot like Captain America's shield. The sword qi was effortlessly neutralized the moment it touched the pot.
The stall owner nearby silently moved his stall away, then looked up just to catch this scene, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes: He hadn't realized that this seemingly ordinary iron pot was such a powerful magic artifact!
Shen Yao evidently didn't expect that as a Golden Core Stage cultivator, her sword qi could be easily neutralized by a Foundation Establishment Sixth Rank nobody holding an iron pot.
She had thought that dealing with a Foundation Establishment Sixth Rank person would be quite easy, so she hadn't held back at all with this sword strike, intending to win in one move.
So, it was too late to retract her sword now! Shen Yao's sword struck the center of the pot, and with a "clang," everyone present was shocked!
Shen Yao's sword had shattered!
The sudden shattering of the sword caused Shen Yao to fall to the ground from the inertia, staring in disbelief at the broken pieces in front of her:
"This... this is a mid-grade magic artifact! I bought it from another cultivator for five thousand spirit stones..."
Chen Muxue hadn't expected the previously arrogant scene to be resolved so easily. She poked her head out from behind the pot:
"Five thousand spirit stones, how much silver is that?"
The nearby stall owner laughed, "Five thousand spirit stones are about five hundred thousand taels of silver, but there's no market for it. No one trades spirit stones for silver."
Chen Muxue did the math; she had learned at the grain store earlier that a bushel of rice sold for a hundred coins, a thousand coins made one tael of silver, five hundred thousand taels...
She imagined a mountain of grain.
Five hundred thousand taels of silver exchanged for a broken sword?! Chen Muxue felt resentment towards the rich!
"Girl, you probably bought a fake!" Seeing Shen Yao had no heart to continue fighting, Chen Muxue strapped the pot back onto her back.
Shen Yao trembled with anger, "What does a piece of trash at Foundation Establishment Sixth Rank like you know?!"
Tsk, Chen Muxue frowned.
She extended her pinky finger towards Shen Yao, then squirted a little water at her, like playing with a water gun as a child.
The attack wasn't strong, but the insult was severe.
"Sister, I'm not saying random things, but do you believe you can't even match this little finger of mine?"
"You... just you wait!!"
It was almost as if steam could be seen rising from her head. Shen Yao's eyes were ablaze with anger, she swished as she stood up, reaching out—
The broken sword handle on the ground weakly twitched.
"Don't you sword-controlling folks carry spare swords?"
Shen Yao's already flushed face turned red enough to almost drip blood.
"Hmph!" She stomped her foot and turned to leave in embarrassment.
"Sect Leader, you're amazing!"
Chen Muxue looked down, almost blinded by two pairs of starry eyes.
She nodded deeply in agreement, wasn't she? She could be quite impressive.
Patting the pot on her back with satisfaction, she prepared to buy some groceries and grain.
"Wait, miss, don't you need the Life Fruit?" The stall owner, seemingly moving his stall back, spoke again.
Chen Muxue frowned slightly. Seeing this, the stall owner added, "I was just joking about trading for your pot. I just didn't want to sell it to her."
"Buying and selling should be a mutual desire. Since you have things you don't want to sell, I naturally have things I don't want to buy."
Speaking of which, the stall owner seemed off in many ways. Whatever Life Fruit he was selling clearly wasn't ordinary.
The owner chuckled, "Indeed, you speak truth... but, may I ask, this iron pot of yours, what kind of divine artifact is it?"
When it easily neutralized the sword wind earlier, he had simply thought it was a defensive magic artifact, but when it effortlessly shattered a mid-grade magic artifact, he realized he had misjudged.
Could it be that there really exists a divine artifact like an iron pot in the world?
The legendary divine artifacts were magic treasures used by heavenly gods in the Primordial Era; he really couldn't imagine what kind of god would use a pot as a treasure.
But Chen Muxue found it odd, "It's just a pot, I use it for cooking."
"Cooking... cooking?!" Clearly not quite believing, the stall owner said, "Miss, don't fool me, how can a cultivator indulge in sensual desires?"
Chen Muxue rolled her eyes at him unreservedly, "Eating and sleeping are the great matters of life. What's the pursuit of cultivation? Isn't it freedom and carefreeness? If we have to give up even the simple pleasure of eating, then why cultivate at all!"
After speaking boldly, she waved her hand and walked away. Just two steps out, she let out a long breath.
She had just time-traveled over and had no idea what cultivation involved, reaching the First Rank just by eating. God knew how nervous she was when saying those words.
I haven't cultivated, I don't know!
She didn't notice the admiring glances from Xiaohua and Xiaohu earlier.
Chen Muxue wanted to ask passersby where the medical shop was, only to find that due to Shen Yao's earlier incident, many passersby were hiding, and some shops even had their doors shut.
Now sensing things had calmed down, people started to come back out one by one.
Focused on her tasks, Chen Muxue didn't notice the stall owner quickly packing up and discreetly following her in a plain disguise.
Cen Lizhui had no ill intent; he was simply too curious. To his knowledge, Qian Ding Sect was a small sect on the brink of extinction, and even its Gate Guardian Treasure Qiankun Cauldron was just a high-grade item.
If someone had told him before that the Sect Leader of Qian Ding Sect owned a unique, unidentifiable high-grade magic artifact, he would have thought they were talking nonsense.
But now, he had seen it with his own eyes!
Even he couldn't discern the rank of this magic artifact; it was very likely a divine artifact. But the question was, how could Qian Ding Sect, with its limited capabilities, possess a divine artifact?
It's known that the divine artifacts that have emerged now can be counted on the fingers of two hands!
And yet, this supposedly unique cultivator, with only a mid-grade Water Spirit Root, was just at Foundation Establishment Sixth Rank!
What's more, despite being such an unremarkable cultivator, she couldn't bear to sever her appetite and still loved to eat!
She even went to buy meat and vegetables! She placed orders for so much grain?! My goodness, when will she stop indulging?!
Cen Lizhui internally lamented the waste of divine resources, wondering just how good the food could be. It's nothing more than the usual fare!
It's worth mentioning that in this world, because of the existence of cultivators and the practice of cultivation promoting the severance of mundane desires, who are often people of high status, society reveres them, resulting in a lack of emphasis on eating and drinking in the mainstream.