At night, the backyard of Wanxiang Building was quiet.

  Inside the house.

  "In the evening, I showed off a bit, and I reckon ordinary little thieves wouldnt have the guts to steal the Thousand-Year Cold Iron. Teng Qing Shan washed his face, then pulled down the bed sheet with a "hiss" sound, tearing off a strip of cloth, To prevent some greedy and shortsighted guys from coming over, its still better to make some preparations."

  A burst of energy from beneath the feet, mobilizing inner strength.

  Whoosh!

  Teng Qing Shan climbed onto the beam, used a cloth strip to wipe away the dust on the beam, and then casually threw the cloth strip down to the ground. Teng Qing Shan lay down on the beam with his clothes still on and closed his eyes to rest.

  Perhaps it was really intimidated by Teng Qing Shans performance at dusk, and that night, no one came to disturb Teng Qing Shan. Teng Qing Shan closed his eyes until the sky was bright, and a burst of shouting voices came from outside the house, and Teng Qing Shan opened his eyes, jumped down, and landed on the ground.

  "Its a comfortable sleep." Teng Qing Shan kicked the dirty rag into the bed with one foot, then wiped his face with a wet towel, holding his war knife and backpack, and walked out of the house.

  In the empty courtyard, those young men and women were practicing swordsmanship diligently.

  Those young men and women, upon seeing Teng Qing Shan, couldnt help but feel a bit constrained. When dealing with ordinary people, they thought of themselves as internal energy experts, so their attitude was naturally somewhat arrogant. But in front of Teng Qing Shan... they basically couldnt even get past one move. The other party casually took out the Ten Thousand Year Ice Iron, and this demeanor also made these men and women feel envious.

  "Qin Lang, did you rest well last night?" The owner of the building, Huo Yan, also walked over and greeted him with a smile.

  "Its okay." Teng Qing Shan smiled faintly, "Right, the goods I want will arrive at noon. In that case, Ill go out for a stroll first and come back after lunch."

  "All right." Huo Yan nodded and said.

  Then Cong Qingshan walked out from the back door of Wanxiangmen.

  "Master." A green-clad girl walked over, curiously asking, "This Qin Lang, where did he come from? Yesterday, he actually used just his fingers to send Master Brother and Lu Shixiongs swords flying! It was ten years ago when Master Bo came to our place, I saw Master Bo use the Collapsing Finger Sword technique."

  Other fellow disciples also gathered around, in their eyes, Teng Qing Shan was a mystery.

  He said solemnly, "This Qin Lang is a true warrior who has traveled the world and honed his sword skills in life-and-death situations. You all learn sword techniques from others, but you dont understand the true power of each move! People like Qin Lang, who have tempered their sword skills in life-and-death situations, are truly formidable warriors. Moreover, his internal energy is extremely strong! He dares to use his fingers to flick away your sharp swords, and its likely that he has reached the pinnacle of mastery."

  Those fellow disciples looked at each other.

  "Look at that Qin Lang, he looks very young, but his inner strength is so strong? I estimate that his school of thought must be very powerful too. The secret manual he learned from must be at least a human-grade secret manual, and its possible that its even an earth-grade secret manual!" The big senior brother exclaimed in a low voice, "If only we could also learn such a secret manual."

  A group of young people around nodded in agreement.

  They were just the outermost disciples of Wanjiamen and learned the introductory internal energy secret manual. The speed of refining internal energy was relatively slow.

  "Hmph, inner strength is the foundation! The secret to inner strength is good, but this murderous method and eyesight, thats something that can only be practiced. This Huo Yan let out a cold hum, glanced at this group of young people, "What you learn from books will always seem shallow, even if Qin Lang has the same inner strength as you, he alone could easily kill all of you. Thats the difference in experience, eyesight, and what they call realm!"

  He knew this old rascal who had been through thick and thin in the world very well.

  A true master is always tempered and has his own insight. The same swordsmanship, when wielded by different people, can have vastly different power.

  "Hmph, when you really go to escort goods and travel the world, you will understand." Huo said indifferently, "Hurry up and have breakfast, well be opening the door to welcome guests soon."

  "Yes, Master."

  ……

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  The sound of horseshoes was dense, three horses with a whole body of cyan color, only the four hooves were snow-white, and the fine horse was galloping. On the three fine horses, there were an old man and two middle-aged men. These three people all carried sharp swords on their backs. If someone who knows goods sees them at a glance, they can distinguish that the three fine horses are the king of the cyan-haired horses produced in Qingzhou, "Treading Snow".

  This snow-stepping horse is over eight feet tall. Except for its four hooves being white, its entire body is a deep blue color without any mixed colors, and its coat is glossy.

  This horse galloped swiftly, its speed was extremely fast. Each of the snow-treading horses cost 5,000 taels in market price. People without status or wealth couldnt even think about riding such a precious horse.

  Before long, the three horses entered Yicheng.

  Wanxiangmen Courtyard

  "Master, Master, Master!" The two disciples who came to greet them saw the three people riding on three fine horses and paying their respects. After dismounting, they directly led the three fine horses into the backyard, where someone immediately came forward to take them to the stable.

  "Go quickly and inform your master." One of the men in green robes put down the cloth bag on his back and shouted.

  "Yes, Master." The disciple rushed into the Wanxiang Building at high speed.

  These three people in the courtyard, other young disciples were so scared they didnt dare speak.

  A middle-aged man in a green robe turned his head to look at the old man: "Master, you said that Qin Lang, who sells Wan Nian Han Tie, is from where? I, Wan Xiang Men, have recorded all the heroes of the world, those with real power generally have intelligence records. But in our Jiangning Prefectures high-ranking record, there is no such person as Qin Lang."

  "When your junior brother comes, you will know." The white-robed old man said.

  "Disciple, pay respects to Master." At this time, Huo Yan also came over and bowed.

  "Huo Yan, tell me in detail about the information you mentioned earlier regarding Qin Lang." The old man in white said.

  "Yes, Master. This Qin Langs strength is unfathomable, and just the part that he has revealed... " Huo Yan began to detail the parts of Xun Qing Shans abilities that had been exposed, adding his own speculations as well. The three Wanxiangmen experts who had come from Jiangning Prefecture listened intently.

  ……

  At noon, Teng Qing Shan finished his lunch in the wine tower and walked towards the Wanxiang Tower with a battle knife.

  "Enter the Wanxiang Building, please put down your weapons." The sword-wielding woman who was welcoming guests said to a couple who were about to enter the Wanxiang Building. The couple also knew the rules and immediately put down their weapons for temporary safekeeping by the Wanxiang Building. Just then, Teng Qing Shan walked over with his sword on his back.

  The welcoming woman didnt dare block him either. After Teng Qing Shan walked in with big strides, he directly went up the stairs to the third floor.

  "Hey, why doesnt he put down his weapons?" The couple was somewhat surprised.

  The welcoming woman didnt even bother to respond.

  ******

  Wanxiang Building 3rd floor, in Ho Yens house.

  As soon as Hong Qing Shan entered, he saw four people, three middle-aged men and an old man in white robes.

  "Haha, Qin Lang, come on in! Let me introduce you. This is my second brother, Feng Yan! And this is my eldest brother, Liu Hezhou!" The enthusiastic host, Huo Yan, said with a smile, as the two middle-aged men also bowed and smiled. The Wanxiang Sect was a business-oriented sect, and they generally treated their guests with great courtesy.

  That white-robed old man slightly nodded his hand and smiled: "Old Liu Tian Nan! I heard my disciple mention your skills, Qin Lang little brother, and Im very impressed. I wonder, who is your master? Maybe this old man still knows him."

  "My master, Teng Bo Lei!" Teng Qing Shan looked at the white-robed old man, "I dont know, do you know him, Liu?"

  "Teng Bole? Over 300 years ago, a congenital expert named Teng Bole appeared in the nine provinces. However, he passed away early on. In the past one or two hundred years, Im not aware of anyone named Teng Bole in these nine provinces who could teach someone as skilled as you, Qin Lang. This world is vast and my knowledge is limited, so I suppose your master must be a hidden, unknown expert."

  Heng Qing Shan was taken aback for a moment.

  In this vast land of nine states, there really was a person named Tan Bo Lei. However, it was more than 300 years ago.

  "Haha, lets not all stand, sit down and talk." The white-robed old man waited until everyone was seated before continuing, "Qin Lang, little brother, I already know you want to sell the Purple Light Cold Iron. The Starlight Steel you want, weve already brought it from the Jiangning Prefecture main hall."

  As he spoke, he opened the cloth bag on the ground beside him, revealing large chunks of silver metal inside. The surface of the metal seemed to have star-like speckles, very clear. It was indeed the star-patterned steel that was worth more than gold.

  "Great!" Teng Qing Shan laughed.

  "May I ask, Qin Lang, young brother, where did you get this purple light cold iron from?" The white-robed old man asked, because generally, places that can produce purple light cold iron shouldnt have just one piece. Although the production areas are usually very dangerous, Wanxiangmen has many masters, and for a treasure like Wannian Cold Iron, its worth sending out a large number of masters to take risks and dig it up.

  Hong Qings eyes turned cold and his face sank slightly.

  The atmosphere in the house immediately became tense.

  "Several of you, this deal, are you still doing it at Wanxiang Building?" Teng Qing Shan said directly.

  "Of course." The white-robed old man also felt that relying solely on their few peoples strength, they didnt have much confidence in using force against Qing Shan.

  "Alright, this is the Thousand Year Cold Iron." Teng Qing Shan took out the Thousand Year Cold Iron.

  Huo Yanlian, who was standing beside him, brought over another bag from the side: "The bag in there is 110 kilograms of star-patterned steel. This bag has sixty kilograms of gold! You can weigh it."

  Teng Qing Shan carefully examined the contents of the two bags, one containing star-patterned steel and the other gold, to prevent anything else from being mixed in.

  "My Wanyan Han Tie, seven catties and two taels, isnt it?" Teng Qing Shan looked at the white-robed old man.

  "Thats right." The old man in white also stood up.

  "Alright, Ill take my leave then." Teng Qing Shan grabbed the two bags with one hand, and the 170 jin of heavy objects seemed to weigh nothing in his hand. Just like that, Teng Qing Shan went straight downstairs.

  The old man in white robes furrowed his brow and watched as Qing Shan left.

  "Master..." The other three looked at the old man in white robes.

  "Ho, you stay here, the two of you follow me, quietly follow up and see where this Qin Lang goes!" The white-robed old man Liu Tian Nan immediately took his two disciples and quickly left the Wanxiang Building.

  ******

  Teng Qing Shan was on top of Da Yan Mountain, gazing out at Teng Family Village in the distance. He turned his head and took a glance back, letting out a snort of laughter: "Following me? Im afraid theyve all gone south of Da Yan Mountain by now." When Teng Qing Shan left Yi City, he deliberately went out the South Gate, following the banks of the Lan Xiang River into Da Yan Mountain.

  This road and the road back home from Tengqingshan differ by over a hundred miles.

  Teng Qing Shan deliberately circled around the Da Yan Mountain, and with his speed in the mountain, he easily shook off those three internal force experts far away. Afterwards, Teng Qing Shan traversed from the southern part of the Da Yan Mountain, continuously crossing mountains and ridges, traveling over a hundred miles of mountain roads before finally arriving at the northernmost part of the Da Yan Mountain.

  At this moment, Tengjiazhuang is already in sight.

  "110 kilograms of star-patterned steel, 60 kilograms of gold." Teng Qing Shan couldnt help but smile as he thought about the expressions on his granduncle Teng Yun Long and the others when they saw this batch of gold.

  "Lets go home!" Teng Qing Shan laughed and strode towards Teng Family Village in the distance.