"This kind of mutation during the forging process has a probability of one in ten million, maybe even less. The chance is almost infinitesimal. Most of these mutations end in failure. But this pair of twin Runic Guns is one in a billion—an absolute success. Not only are they far more powerful than ordinary Runic Guns, but more importantly, they rival even the finest treasure-grade artifacts."
"These were personally forged by my eldest brother, the master alchemist Anima. Not only were rare materials used, but also Goldmother and Silvermother as primary components. On top of that, a unique metal extracted from meteorites was added—Memory Metal. It can change at will and restore itself even if damaged. A wondrous metal, not inferior to any heavenly-grade divine material."
"Furthermore, the guns are inscribed with various rune arrays, and after the mutation, they fused perfectly with the weapons, becoming seamless and flawless—practically indistinguishable from a real divine treasure."
"And one more thing—inside these two Runic Guns lies a rare treasure called the Bloodthirst Stone and Soul-Eating Iron. Due to the mutation, the guns now possess the ability to evolve. After slaying enemies, they can absorb blood essence and even souls. Once the accumulated energy reaches a threshold, they will evolve on their own and undergo a transformation."
Arama was speaking passionately, showering the audience with his words like a torrential flood, listing the myriad benefits and rare qualities of the Runic Guns. His intention was clear: to make everyone understand just how priceless these two weapons were—beyond rare, worthy of reverence.
The surrounding gasps of amazement showed just how shocked the cultivators were. The key point: these two Runic Guns could evolve, a process far more direct and perfect than a normal upgrade. They were weapons of slaughter, destined to grow and transform through battle, which saved vast amounts of resources. Their value had ascended to yet another level.
"What are these guns called?"
A man from the crowd spoke. His face was resolute, chiseled, and brimming with killing intent. His aura suggested he had long wandered the edge of life and death, his murderous air thick and oppressive. His eyes had locked onto the Runic Guns the moment he spotted them, not wavering for a second.
His love for them was written all over his face.
"These Runic Guns are called Fire Tree and Silver Flower. Of course, that's just a name someone gave them. If you buy them, you can rename them however you like. The golden one contains power that is pure yang and scorching, while the silver one is pure yin and icy cold. But first—you must be acknowledged by the guns. Without their approval, you won't be able to wield them."
Arama paused briefly before explaining.
"What acknowledgment? They're just Runic Guns. Let me give it a try."
A werewolf warrior sneered and stepped forward with disdain. He reached out to grab the golden gun without hesitation, clearly not believing such weapons required "acknowledgment."
Whoosh!
The goblins didn't stop him. They only smiled and watched.
As the werewolf placed his hand on the golden Runic Gun, a golden flame immediately flared to life, blazing intensely. Even though the werewolf activated his battle qi, it was useless—his fur instantly burned to ash. Smoke curled from his claw, and the scent of burned meat filled the air.
"Aaahh!!"
He screamed and jerked his hand back. The claw was scorched and raw.
"I don't believe this!"
He reached for the silver gun. Another scream followed. His arm was instantly encased in ice, turning into a frozen block. The chilling cold was so intense it inspired fear just from watching.
Hissss!
Numerous cultivators around gasped sharply. The terrifying nature of the two guns was on full display. They couldn't even be touched.
"How much for these two Runic Guns? I'll buy them."
The same human male stepped forward, undeterred. His gaze toward the guns was like a starving wolf staring at fresh meat—he was desperate to claim them.
"Haha. These two Runic Guns are for sale, of course. But they're not cheap—400,000 Eternal Coins. Whoever can pay that price, they're his."
Arama's eyes gleamed with shrewdness.
"400,000 Eternal Coins? You might as well be robbing people!"
The surrounding human cultivators looked furious.
This was an astronomical price. Though the people of the Great Yi Dynasty weren't poor, few had that many Eternal Coins. Eternal Coins were consumed daily as a basic cultivation resource. Paying that much was beyond most cultivators' means.
The man's body visibly trembled—he didn't have the money.
Still, he reached out and grasped both guns.
Instantly, golden flames and icy cold surged over his hands, pain wracking his body like twin infernos. It was a brutal trial, far beyond what the werewolf had endured.
"Such willpower."
Yi Tianxing narrowed his eyes and nodded in admiration.
The man's face twisted under the alternating torment of gold and silver light. His whole body trembled as if he were about to be annihilated by the flames and ice.
Sweat poured from his forehead, only to instantly vaporize in the golden fire.
The excruciating scene lasted fifteen minutes.
Then, as suddenly as they appeared, the flames and frost vanished, withdrawing into the guns.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Next, something even stranger happened. The Runic Guns melted into liquid, turning into a golden and a silver blob. They hovered midair, then flew toward the man and formed two bracelets, slipping onto his wrists—incredible.
"Amazing Runic Guns."
The cultivators murmured in awe.
Whoosh!
With a flick, the bracelets transformed back into the golden and silver guns. As soon as he gripped them, everyone nearby felt like they'd been targeted by deadly arrows—the sense of danger was overwhelming. No one dared move.
"A true sharpshooter."
Yi Tianxing's eyes lit up. Though the guns hadn't fired, the moment the man held them, his aura shifted. It was as if a war god had awakened.
That was the aura only a Divine Sharpshooter possessed.
With such weapons, his strength would increase dramatically.
"Sigh."
The man stroked the guns lovingly, then reluctantly returned them to the stall. He couldn't afford them. As much as he wanted them, he had to let go.
"400,000 Eternal Coins. I'll take them."
At that moment, Yi Tianxing spoke calmly.
"Of course. Whoever pays gets the guns," Arama replied, his grin stretching even wider.
Clink!
Yi Tianxing smiled and waved his hand. Eternal Coins appeared and quickly formed a small mountain of gold.
The goblin's eyes sparkled. He greedily swept up the coins, scanning around nervously to guard against thieves.
The twin Runic Guns were handed over to Yi Tianxing.
"Excellent craftsmanship."
Yi Tianxing nodded approvingly.
"Fellow Daoist, would you consider selling those guns to me?" the human male asked earnestly.
"I don't use guns. I can sell them to anyone. But—do you have the money?" Yi Tianxing smiled.
"Can you hold them for me? Once I gather the funds, I'll buy them from you."
The man hesitated, but his love for the weapons was genuine.
"Sure. Of course."
Yi Tianxing nodded.
"My name is Na Wuchang. Thank you, Daoist friend."
"Take the guns to the City Lord's Mansion. Hand them to He Shen, the City Lord. Let him keep them as a public guarantee."
Yi Tianxing casually tossed the box containing the guns to Na Wuchang, then turned and left with his four companions.
Na Wuchang caught the box with stunned disbelief.
These were priceless weapons purchased for 400,000 Eternal Coins—and Yi Tianxing just handed them over like that?