Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 323 The Treasure Pavilion's Biggest Spendthrift in Years

Inside a restaurant in Yunxi City.

Yue Qinghuan seemed completely oblivious, her serpentine arms wrapping around Tong Mufeng's, her cherry lips slightly pouting, her eyes full of coquettish charm.

"Oh dear, Grandpa Tong, you dote on Qinghuan the most. It's just a hammer, nothing to you. Please be lenient with me..."

"The Purple Gold Hammer has been gathering dust in the pavilion for many years. Now, it's being given to a destined person. It will not only become a celebrated story but also save on warehouse rent. Why not?"

Li Qingyuan and the other two stood frozen in place. Old Huang Niu's jaw almost dropped to the ground, and Wang Anran's fingers, clutching the handkerchief, trembled slightly.

Who would have thought that Yue Qinghuan, who is usually as cold as ice, would turn into a master of acting cute?

She truly is a fairy, so ever-changing...

However, the 'gift of the hammer' wasn't discussed beforehand?

Instead, they waited until the Purple Gold Hammer arrived before speaking... What is the intention behind this?

Perhaps they were afraid that Elder Tong would refuse and therefore not come...

Tong Mufeng abruptly pulled his arm back, put on a stern face, and snorted coldly:

"Nonsense! This matter concerns the reputation of the entire pavilion, even the pavilion master..."

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that Yue Qinghuan's eyes were already red and there seemed to be tears glistening on her long eyelashes, and his aged heart softened again.

He sighed heavily and turned his back:

"If your father agrees, I... will consider it further."

Yue Qinghuan instantly went from tears to laughter, stood up in a flash, and took out a communication jade slip from her sleeve.

As her jade-like fingers danced across the paper, the jade slip glowed softly, and a sly smile curved her lips.

"Grandpa Tong, just wait for the good news!"

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In the tranquil private room, wisps of smoke curled from the gilded incense burner, and time flowed slowly amidst anxious waiting.

After a full incense stick's time, the communication jade slip in Yue Qinghuan's hand finally began to glow!

She couldn't wait to read the message.

The next moment, the smile on her lips was as bright and beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.

"Grandpa Tong, look!"

She handed the jade slip to Tong Mufeng, her tone filled with undisguised smugness.

Tong Mufeng took the jade slip, squinted his cloudy eyes, and when he saw the short reply, his expression froze instantly.

The jade slip clearly stated: "I have no objection. Elder Tong may decide."

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the jade slip in his hand almost slipped from his grasp.

That casual remark clearly dumped a hot potato on him!

This is an attempt to shift blame!

Thinking about what those old men would say to him when he returned to the cabinet, they'd probably drown him in their spittle...

The label of "the biggest spendthrift in the history of the Treasure Pavilion" will probably never be removed until he's buried...

Tong Mufeng could only sigh to the heavens—the Pavilion Master's move to become a "hands-off manager" had truly ruined him!

At that moment, he stole a glance at Yue Qinghuan, who was blinking her almond-shaped eyes, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.

"hiss--"

Tong Mufeng gasped for breath and began to ponder how to solve the problem.

After all, he had to pamper his young mistress, and since the sect leader had no objections, what could he say? If he said no, Yue Qinghuan would definitely make a scene...

He is too old to withstand this kind of ordeal.

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"call--"

Tong Mufeng let out a long sigh, suppressing the frustration in his heart.

In a flash of inspiration, he suddenly thought of a solution that would benefit both parties—

If the other party can't even lift the Purple Gold Hammer, I will have a good reason to take the hammer back to the Treasure Pavilion, so that I can both avoid offending Yue Qinghuan and report back to the pavilion.

However, if the other party is truly capable of wielding this hammer, it would be a great honor to find a worthy master for this long-forgotten divine weapon, and it might even become a celebrated story in the future!

"Cough cough..."

Thinking of this, Tong Mufeng cleared his throat, his aged voice breaking the silence in the room.

"Since Miss has spoken, how could I refuse?"

"Great!"

Yue Qinghuan cheered and jumped for joy, leaping up like a happy little bird.

"I knew Grandpa Tong loved me the most!"

Tong Mufeng waved his hand, his expression turning serious. His piercing gaze swept over Li Qingyuan and the others, and he said:

"However, I have a condition."

He paused, then slowly said:

"The Purple Gold Hammer is a treasure of the Treasure Pavilion, and naturally it cannot be given away casually."

"To obtain this hammer, you must first prove that you are qualified—not only can you lift it, but you must also be able to swing it!"

"If you can't even lift the hammer, then it means you're not meant for it. I will take it back to my pavilion and keep it safe!"

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"puff--"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingyuan and the other three were first taken aback, then looked at each other and smiled.

The old ox slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups clink, and his eyes, like copper bells, gleamed with excitement.

"Old man, what you said really hit the nail on the head!"

Tong Mufeng frowned slightly, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

He had been in charge of the Treasure Pavilion's armory for many years and had seen too many arrogant fools, but he had never seen anyone so confident.

Even he, a cultivator at the eighth level of the Heavenly Emperor Realm, could only barely maintain the Purple Gold Hammer for a few hours by relying on his divine sense. For an ordinary person to control it was simply a pipe dream!

His gaze swept over the four men like a hawk's, finally settling on the old ox.

The blond man's aura was restrained, yet he exuded a wild and domineering presence.

He thought to himself:

"Could this be a reclusive top-tier body cultivator, or a high-level demonic beast in human form?"

Tong Mufeng used his divine sense to investigate and immediately recognized that this was a transformed great demon!

No matter how hard he tried to probe with his divine sense, he couldn't see through the other party's background, as if shrouded in a layer of mist...

"interesting......"

Tong Mufeng stroked his gray beard, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"In that case, come with me and see for yourself."

"But don't be so weak that you can't even lift the hammer handle, or you'll become a laughingstock!"

The old ox could no longer contain his excitement. His knuckles were cracking, and his eyes gleamed with a burning light, as if he could already see himself wielding the golden hammer and slaughtering everyone in his path.

"I can't wait any longer!"

He swung his thick arms, loosening his muscles, which bulged like small mountains, exuding a breathtaking sense of power.

Li Qingyuan and the other two exchanged glances, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Although they knew the old ox was incredibly strong, they had never seen him wield such a heavy weapon before, and they secretly wondered:

When the old ox swings its hammer, will it be like a war god descending to earth, its might overwhelming mountains and rivers?

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