“Venerable Immortal, has this flying sword been soaked in water?”
The white-robed elder handed me a high-grade Earth-tier flying sword. I tapped it twice: a secondhand sword, its spine replaced, soaked in water for eleven days.
I offered 250.
Only later did I learn he was the Venerable Immortal Xuanyao.
I transmigrated to the cultivation world with no spiritual roots, no sect, only a pair of hands that had inspected used cars in Guazhou, and an inspection report that popped up whenever I looked at anything.
Artifacts, flying boats, spirit beasts, cave abodes, I buy them all.
The Venerable Immortal thought for a moment, then asked, “What about living things?”
