Lin Zhao frowned, "Then... what do you want?"
"How about this."
Although Nangong Muyun was just sitting in the cafe, he had a group of bodyguards behind him, giving him an imposing presence. He smiled and said, "Lin Zhao, I heard you're forming Fei Yue Transport recently. In my opinion, there's no need to use universal currency for the Xuanwu Armor. Why not trade it directly for goods?"
"How so?" Shen Xingchen asked.
Nangong Muyun chuckled, "Your Fei Yue Transport needs transport planes the most right now, doesn't it? Coincidentally, our Rongcheng Aerospace Industry has plenty of planes. Our hangars for the Yunying-class transport planes are almost full. Considering the value of the Xuanwu Armor, a celestial-grade magic treasure, I've decided to offer six Yunying-class transport planes, along with twenty anti-radiation infantry fighting vehicles. Furthermore, each Yunying-class will be equipped with a 76..."
"Do you need a flying sword?"
Shu Zhi said, "Sword Mountain has been sealed for many days. Although there are no immortal swords, it's... never mind. Those ranks are not worthy of the third Jianyun Lake, my lord..."
"I think so too."
Lin Zhao felt a bit dejected. The starting point was too high. Among the first two Jianyun Lakes, the first flying sword was a silver sword embryo gifted by his second senior sister, rumored to have a great origin, which was eventually refined into the current Ming Yue. The second flying sword had an even more extraordinary origin – the tip of Han Niu Sword, the Confucian Saint's sword from Mr. Qin Suihan. Was there a better flying sword embryo than this tip in the world?
Lin Zhao thought not. However, he wasn't in a hurry to find a flying sword for the third Jianyun Lake. Although it might not be as good as the Han Niu Sword tip, it shouldn't be too bad. More importantly, Fei Yue Transport was just starting, with everything to be done. The monthly salary was substantial, and he simply couldn't afford to nurture a third flying sword. He'd wait. He'd talk about it when he had the money!
...
"Shu Zhi, how long has Sword Mountain been sealed?" Lin Zhao asked.
"Almost a month," Shu Zhi replied.
"It's about time."
Lin Zhao took a deep breath and said, "Summon Zhang Luobai. We'll go to Sword Mountain to find him a suitable sword. He can't always use a wooden sword to refine swords; it's lacking something. As for flying swords, there's no rush. We'll find a suitable one later."
"Yes, my lord!"
In the early morning, Zhang Luobai, dressed as a scholarly disciple, stood outside Sword Mountain with his satchel. He looked at the sword mountain in the distance, filled with anticipation. He turned to Lin Zhao and smiled, "Master, can I take any sword on Sword Mountain that I like?"
"Yes."
Lin Zhao smiled, "However, if a sword is unwilling to recognize you as its master, you won't be able to pull it out even if you try. So, it still depends on destiny. Go ahead, choose a sword that you like and that likes you."
"Yes, Master!"
The mischievous child leaped up, soaring ten feet high above Sword Mountain. He then proceeded to grab the hilts of the sword embryos growing on the stone pinnacles, touching this one and saying he liked it, then touching that one and saying he liked it too, his saliva sticking all over the sword hilts.
Zhuang Yirong couldn't bear to watch, covering her face and saying she felt ashamed to know him.
Tong Yu rubbed his forehead and said, "After he finishes on the mountain, the swords on Sword Mountain won't be usable until the next heavy rain."
Shu Zhi and Chu Yu nodded with smiles, in full agreement.
Only Lin Zhao squinted his eyes, watching Zhang Luobai's figure. He was reminded of Zhang Liucheng when he was young. His disciple was his disciple, and as long as he liked him, this was what Zhang Liucheng should be like. In this lifetime, if circumstances forced him into a situation where he had to face a twelve-realm great demon with his sword, Lin Zhao was confident that Zhang Liucheng in this life would not be defenseless!