Chapter 214: Chapter 131: Seeing Chen Yan Again
"So that’s the Purple Nether Sword?"
Lin Fan’s expression changed the moment he heard that. He nearly jumped to his feet.
"How do you know? Who are you?"
Chen Yan didn’t look at him. With a sullen expression, he rinsed a cup with hot water and spoke wearily.
"What are you making such a fuss about? It’s just one of the seven Demon Swords from Wind-Fire Lan Shan. You act as if everyone is out to steal it from you..."
Lin Fan sneered.
"There’s no shortage of people in the Jianghu who are after this sword."
"Besides... in the entire Jianghu, there are only seven Demon Swords like this!"
"Speaking of which..."
Fang Shuwen suddenly spoke up.
"Brother Chen, would you care to accompany me to the Golden Bell Tower later?"
"Hm? Of course."
Chen Yan glanced at Fang Shuwen.
"Are you really planning to sell Sinking Blood?"
Lin Fan’s eyes flew wide open.
"Sinking Blood?
"Are you talking about... the Demon Sword, Sinking Blood?!"
Fang Lingxin also looked at Fang Shuwen.
"What sword is that?"
"Like Lin Fan’s Purple Nether Sword, it’s also one of the seven Demon Swords forged by Wind-Fire Lan Shan."
Fang Shuwen explained briefly.
"It’s this one I have on me."
As he spoke, he placed the Blood-Sinking Sword on the table.
He hadn’t concealed this sword; Lin Fan had seen it before when they were with the merchant caravan.
Fang Lingxin, having followed Fang Shuwen all this way, had seen this sword more than once...
But no one could have imagined that this sword was a Divine Weapon on par with the Purple Nether Sword.
Lin Fan’s eyes widened even further.
"You... you actually have it? Rumor has it this sword is in the hands of the Blood-Crying Sword Demon, Shangguan Ying."
"How could it be..."
"Shangguan Ying has been dead at his hands for several months now."
Chen Yan really couldn’t help but speak up.
"Little Brother Lin, can you please stop being so easily surprised all the time?"
Lin Fan felt like his world had been turned upside down.
’What does he mean, "easily surprised"?’
’This is the Blood-Sinking Demon Sword!’
’Can’t you people take this a little more seriously?’
’I’ve practically become a public enemy in the Jianghu because of the Purple Nether Sword... and here Fang Shuwen is, wanting to sell his?’
Lin Fan suddenly grew curious.
"This sword... how much silver are you planning to sell it for?"
"That’s a difficult question."
Fang Shuwen rubbed his chin and asked Chen Yan,
"You think anyone would buy it for ten thousand gold?"
"Definitely."
Chen Yan replied without a moment’s thought.
"This sword is a priceless treasure. Never mind ten thousand, even if you were to sell it for one hundred thousand gold, someone would still want to buy it..."
"As for whether they can produce that much gold, that depends on their own ability."
Lin Fan suddenly felt there was nothing left to say.
Forget ten thousand gold; he couldn’t even produce ten thousand silver.
Fang Lingxin and Shui Qianrou, however, couldn’t help but stare with wide eyes.
"It’s actually that valuable?"
Fang Shuwen pointed at Lin Fan.
"It is. So right now, he’s basically parading through the streets with ten thousand gold on his back."
Fang Lingxin suddenly understood why that group of people was relentlessly pursuing Lin Fan.
A sword this valuable... anyone would want to take a gamble on it.
If you got your hands on it and then sold it like Fang Shuwen planned, wouldn’t you have more money than you could spend in several lifetimes?
Chen Yan seemed to see what Fang Lingxin was thinking and snorted.
"Don’t get ahead of yourself, miss..."
"Wind-Fire Lan Shan’s seven Demon Swords are not something just anyone can wield, and certainly not something just anyone can sell."
"Brother Fang’s Martial Arts are unparalleled, so even if he parades through the streets with this Blood-Sinking Sword, no one dares to try and take it."
"Even if he lets the Golden Bell Tower sell it, they wouldn’t dare pull any tricks. A single misstep could get people killed. And... given Brother Fang’s fearsome reputation, a lot of people would die."
"But then look at this Little Brother Lin... he also has one of the seven Demon Swords, the Purple Nether Sword, and how many people are coming after him, one after another?"
Lin Fan was silent for a moment.
But then he suddenly realized something.
"How do you know my surname is Lin?"
"..."
Chen Yan was speechless for a moment. After a long while, he finally said,
"I don’t think you’ll ever get revenge for the Lin Family. Take my advice: beg Brother Fang to help you sell this Purple Nether Sword along with his."
"Then take the silver, live honestly as a rich man, raise a family, and spend the rest of your life without a care in the world. Wouldn’t that be nice?"
Lin Fan’s face turned ashen.
"You... what do you mean by that?"
"Just that Lin Shixiong was a hero of his generation. How could he have a son with no brains at all?"
"The matter of the Purple Nether Sword has caused a huge uproar. I’ve naturally heard about it. Is it really that hard to know your surname?"
"..."
For a moment, Lin Fan was at a loss for words.
But in the next instant, his expression changed drastically again.
"How do you know my late father’s name?"
"Hm. Now that’s a reasonable question."
Chen Yan poured himself a cup of tea.
"Chen Yan of the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion. My father is Chen Xuanji."
"You’re the Young Master of the Eastern Domain’s Heaven-Reaching Pavilion?"
Lin Fan’s expression changed instantly.
"No wonder..."
The Heaven-Reaching Pavilion had eyes and ears everywhere, and it wasn’t limited to the Eastern Domain.
The true headquarters was in the Central Domain, with other branches in the east, south, west, and north.
It’s just that the distances were vast, so each branch of the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion managed its own affairs and rarely received orders from the Central Domain headquarters.
Fang Lingxin couldn’t help but ask,
"The Heaven-Reaching Pavilion, what kind of place is that? Is it very powerful?"
Lin Fan nodded.
"Very powerful. There is no news the Heaven-Reaching Pavilion can’t find out, no person they can’t find."
"And there’s nothing they don’t know."
Fang Lingxin’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn’t help looking at Chen Yan.
"Then can I ask you to help me find someone?"
"Find who?"
Chen Yan glanced at Fang Lingxin.
"Find my older brother."
Fang Lingxin said,
"My older brother was separated from our family when he was little..."
"For all these years, my father has been trying to find him."
"But there’s never been any news. Since you have eyes and ears everywhere, could you... could you help me find him?"
Fang Shuwen silently poured himself a cup of tea.
Chen Yan, however, gave Fang Shuwen a thoughtful look and asked,
"How old was your brother when he was separated from your family?"
"...Well, he was still in swaddling clothes back then."
"..."
Chen Yan said helplessly,
"The Heaven-Reaching Pavilion may have eyes and ears everywhere, but we aren’t gods who can divine the future."
"To find a child who was still in swaddling clothes ten or twenty years ago... where would I even start looking?"
Hearing this, Fang Lingxin was greatly disappointed and sighed.
"Forget it. Master was right. You can’t even beat a donkey... there’s no way you have the skill to help me find my brother."
