Chapter 145: The Blade Named Mad Flower

Bashan Hong walked forward, took the saber from Yang Fan's hand, and said, "How could mere trifles like these be considered genuine treasures from the treasury of the Bashan Tribe!" With a slight smile, Bashan Hong looked at the bewildered Yang Fan and continued, "These are just samples, not real weapons. Pick out the design you want, and then go to the cave in the back to get the real weapon!"

After hearing this, Yang Fan really wanted to roll his eyes at Bashan Hong!

What a redundant gesture! What was the point? Why not just put the real things here directly? Why go to the trouble of casting models? Was it fun? No matter what, it was still refined steel; even if it fell short of alloy, it was still not easy to come by. At the very least, it would be more than enough for ordinary people to use.

Thinking up to this point, Yang Fan's thoughts tangled. Ordinary people... Were there really ordinary people in this Kunlun Secret Realm?

It seemed that everyone who reached adulthood was a practitioner!

With that realization, Yang Fan lost his temper. Since there were no ordinary people here, refined steel really seemed to have no use!

To put it simply, refined steel lacked sufficient compression and weight. A huge lump of it only weighed dozens or a hundred catties, which was truly not handy enough to be used as a weapon for practitioners.

Any first-grade martial disciple had a strength of several hundred catties... If a weapon weighing just over a hundred catties were made of refined steel, how large would it have to be... It would hardly be convenient to wield!

Without further ado, Yang Fan headed toward the cave in the back.

Bashan Hong followed behind Yang Fan.

At the end of the cave, there were five smaller caverns!

Yang Fan casually walked into one of them.

The cave was dazzling with weapons, each exuding its own unique radiance...

Yang Fan stepped forward to make his selection.

For a long time, Yang Fan could not make up his mind!

This was because the quality of the weapons here was simply too high.

Although Yang Fan had never seen A, B, C, or D-grade alloys, he was familiar with the material of the long saber Li Tian had given him last time.

Yang Fan could sense that the sharpness of every single weapon here was no less than that long saber Li Tian had provided!

Now, Yang Fan looked at this one and thought it was good, then looked at that one and thought it was also good!

Standing to the side, Bashan Hong watched Yang Fan's aimless selection and grew somewhat impatient.

"Kid, what kind of weapon are you going to use..." Bashan Hong asked impatiently!

"A saber."

No sooner had Yang Fan finished speaking than Bashan Hong set off deeper into the cave.

In no time, Bashan Hong emerged holding six long sabers!

"These six sabers are quite similar, varying slightly in weight, but their sharpness and hardness are beyond reproach. They can be considered quite suitable for a weapon at your level! Pick one and let's go!"

Yang Fan hurriedly stepped forward, looking at the six sabers in Bashan Hong's hands with a sigh of emotion. Information was truly crucial! When would he ever finish picking on his own? Look at Elder Bashan Hong, who had directly brought over the ones most suitable for him!

Stroking them one by one, Yang Fan finally made his choice amidst much hesitation!

The characters carved on the hilt read: "Rampant Flower".

Clutching the Rampant Flower saber, Yang Fan was exceptionally overjoyed!

This saber was styled after a ring-pommel dao.

In every aspect, it completely crushed the one Li Tian had given him back then. Yang Fan estimated that the strength of this saber probably reached the level of a D-grade or even C-grade alloy!

Just how much was this worth? Yang Fan could not even begin to calculate.

The entire saber weighed one thousand six hundred catties!

Holding it in his hand, Yang Fan felt the power emanating from the blade, feeling deeply satisfied in his heart!

Naturally, there were definitely weapons in this cave that were even better than this Rampant Flower saber, but someone of his current level probably couldn't wield them, and the Bashan Tribe likely had no intention of giving him such a precious weapon anyway!

Contentment brings lasting happiness.

Shortly after, Yang Fan and Bashan Hong left the treasury.

...

When they once again arrived before Bashan Hua,

Bashan Hua suddenly spoke up, saying, "Lad Hong, think carefully. This old man still has the strength for one final battle, but it will also be our last. Succeed or perish, and do not do something you will regret later!"

Bashan Hong paused slightly in his tracks, but almost instantly resumed walking. Gradually, Bashan Hua was left far behind by Yang Fan and Bashan Hong!

...

All the way back, Yang Fan kept pondering what Bashan Hong and Bashan Hua had actually meant. Although he roughly had an outline in his mind, Yang Fan really didn't dare to think further in that direction!

Above all, who would discuss treason so openly and aboveboard? Everything somewhat subverted Yang Fan's worldview!

Emerging from the underground to the surface, Bashan Hong said to Yang Fan, "Forget everything you heard and saw down below. If you truly cannot forget, it doesn't matter, just make sure you don't speak of it to others. Of course, speaking of it is fine too—as long as you aren't afraid of death!"

After hearing this, Yang Fan truly felt as though he had one head and two big, throbbing temples. He hadn't wanted to listen in the first place! Who wanted to hear about how they planned to rebel? What did it have to do with him? He didn't even have the ability to help them!

Seeing Yang Fan standing there in silence, Bashan Hong continued, "Take these. One bottle is Qi-Replenishing Pills, and the other is Body-Sculpting Pills. One strengthens your breath, while the other tempers your physical body. With these two bottles, I reckon you'll reach the fifth grade... And this as well." As Bashan Hong handed over the pill bottles, he also passed a token to Yang Fan. "This is given to you by the Patriarch. With this token, you can come and go freely within the Bashan Tribe, and almost the entire city will be open to you! But I advise you not to wander around blindly for no reason. Just stay in your room and cultivate properly; no one will disturb you for some time." With that, Bashan Hong turned and left.

Looking at Bashan Hong's retreating figure, Yang Fan desperately wanted to ask where his quarters were... He truly couldn't remember. Mild directional blindness was a terrible affliction!

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After twisting and turning, making inquiries as darkness fell, Yang Fan finally returned to the residence assigned to him by the Bashan Tribe!

Entering the room, Yang Fan collapsed onto the bed!

Lying there for a while, Yang Fan's mind was still consumed by the conversation between Bashan Hong and Bashan Hua.

It was fine as long as one didn't know about such matters, but once known, who could restrain their curiosity and pay no attention to it at all?

At any rate, Yang Fan felt he couldn't do it.

To speak of such matters right in front of an outsider without any avoidance—just how daring could they be?

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became. After all, Bashan Hong and Bashan Hua had explicitly spoken of eliminating Bashan Mo.

Who was Bashan Mo? The Patriarch of the Bashan Tribe, a powerhouse at the peak of the tenth-grade Martial Emperor realm! To plot against such a powerhouse and discuss it so openly and aboveboard—Yang Fan felt truly dazed!

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After parting ways with Yang Fan, Bashan Hong returned to his manor.

Bashan Hua's words echoed endlessly in his ears: If they didn't make a move now, would there truly be no chance left?

Bashan Hong was deeply conflicted.

Thinking back to the old days, Bashan Hua and Bashan Mo were the twin pillars of the Bashan Tribe. Both had risen rapidly. Bashan Hua was Bashan Mo's own younger brother, and over the past several hundred years, he was the only powerhouse in the Bashan Tribe besides Bashan Mo to break through to the tenth grade!

Back then, Bashan Hua's wife was at the peak of the ninth grade and on the verge of stepping into the tenth grade, but Bashan Mo forbade it. Bashan Hua had begged bitterly; after all, his wife's lifespan was nearing its end, and Bashan Hua hoped Bashan Mo could give his sister-in-law a chance!

Yet the outcome was one that broke Bashan Hua's heart!