CHAPTER 252: 250. DESCENDING THE MOUNTAIN (4/4)

"Who’s the damn fool that dares..."

The words were at the tip of Jin Mu’s tongue before he quickly stifled them.

Because when he turned his head and saw Wen Ping, he didn’t dare to utter another word.

Of course, anyone keen on courting death could do so.

Wen Ping glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground and slowly walked forward to help her up. Jin Mu was quick to react, pushing aside the woman beside him to get ahead of Wen Ping and help the woman up.

After helping the woman up, Jin Mu hurriedly explained, "Sect Leader Wen, this is a misunderstanding."

Wen Ping ignored Jin Mu. To him, someone like Jin Mu living made very little sense. Besides eating, drinking, and wasting his father’s inheritance, he did nothing. Now it seems he’s picked up another nasty habit, treating this impoverished woman so arrogantly.

Of course, the female companion beside Jin Mu had her clothes torn at the corner, revealing skin as white as snow. Perhaps the woman made a mistake, but in Wen Ping’s view, she was already kneeling, and if she had money to compensate, she would have already done so. By now, forgiveness was the only response, as Jin Mu wasn’t lacking money.

Wen Ping said indifferently, "How many Gold Coins for her clothes? I’ll pay."

"Sect Leader Wen, no need to pay, no need to pay..."

Jin Mu’s face turned pale, feeling like he had just eaten something foul.

What could he ask for in compensation?

In Cangwu City, who dare ask Wen Ping for money?

To ask would be suicidal.

Wen Ping immediately said coldly, "Then why are you still standing here? Waiting for me to pay you money?"

"Let’s go, let’s go!"

Jin Mu hurriedly grabbed his female companion, pushed through the crowd, and ran.

With Jin Mu gone, the people around started cheering, while Wen Ping acted as though he hadn’t heard them and walked up to the woman. Seeing her withered cheeks, Wen Ping understood something. He quickly took out a Gold Coin and handed it to her, "Use this to buy some food, and be careful on the road next time. Try to avoid people like him."

The woman nodded and took the Gold Coin. She immediately wanted to kneel, and if Wen Ping hadn’t held her up, she might have fallen to the ground, striking it loudly.

Soon, Wen Ping left.

He considered the incident a minor interlude and moved on.

...

After leaving the street, the woman held tightly to the Gold Coin Wen Ping gave her, but unlike a beggar, she didn’t immediately go and buy food.

Clutching the Gold Coin, she walked along the road, gesturing with her hands and asking the same question to passersby, "Excuse me, have you seen a child about this tall, not very talkative, around eighteen?"

She asked anyone she met.

But no one could give her an answer.

Because the person she described fit so many people. Even though she added the characteristic of being taciturn, it was still like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Along with her was a middle-aged man who also asked everyone he met in Cangwu City.

...

Yang Family.

Yang Zongxian sat in the Inner Courtyard, studying a pile of fabrics. Since the family had risen from the fabric and clothing business, Yang Zongxian personally inspected the materials and colors even to this day. Now everyone knew the Yang Family had two members in the Immortal Sect, and their business was booming.

Because of its growth, Yang Zongxian sought to make it even better.

Not to sully the influence borrowed from the Immortal Sect.

Busy with work, suddenly footsteps rushed outside, "Master, Sect Leader Wen is here!"

"Quickly, invite him in!"

Without a word, Yang Zongxian set aside the fabric.

As soon as the door opened, he strode swiftly toward the main hall.

Upon seeing Wen Ping, Yang Zongxian hurriedly went forward, "Sect Leader Wen, your esteemed visit truly graces my humble abode."

"You’re too kind."

Wen Ping smiled, then straightforwardly said, "Clan Leader Yang, I’m actually here to trouble you with something."

"Please sit down, let’s talk over tea."

"Alright."

Wen Ping wasn’t in a hurry, so he followed Yang Zongxian into the main hall.

With Wen Ping’s arrival, the Yang Family bustled with excitement; many came toward the main hall, though no one dared to interrupt, merely observing from a distance.

When the tea arrived, Wen Ping took a sip and directly stated, "Clan Leader Yang, I want you to design two types of Immortal Clear Wind Robes for the Immortal Sect, using the best materials."

"Two types?"

"One for the Elders, one for myself. Preferably with some differences, so the clothes inspire respect at first glance."

"Understood."

Having made clothes for decades, he naturally knew what Wen Ping wanted—similar to the past uniforms of the Kao Shan Sect, ordinary disciples wore pure black, while Elders’ clothes featured different designs and colors, changing into black gold, representing hierarchy. Wen Ping surely desired that kind of impression.

Yang Zongxian added, "Here’s an idea, Sect Leader Wen. If the Elders wear them, I suggest incorporating more fabric for a mature clothing style."

"Alright, let’s proceed as you suggested. Once you make the sample, let me review it. Also, my clothing needs redesigning, maintaining the overall style."

"Sect Uniform?"

Yang Zongxian felt a quiet awe.

Creating garments for the Elders was already a great honor.

Now, even the Sect Uniform was handed over to them. If he didn’t know Wen Ping, he’d suspect his ears deceived him.

"Yes, the Sect Uniform. Clan Leader Yang, my attire shouldn’t be too mature but mustn’t be youthful and carefree like the first version either. Best to retain the style but evoke a commanding presence. Overall, you decide, Clan Leader Yang. Create it first and send the sample and style to the Immortal Sect for my review."

"Alright."

Yang Zongxian nodded promptly.

After nodding, Yang Zongxian continued, "Sect Leader Wen, rest assured. I recently imported some better Silver Silk from outside, enough for clothing."

Wen Ping added, "Last request, create 20 more Immortal Clear Wind Robes."

"Rest assured, Sect Leader Wen."

To him, crafting Sect Uniforms for such a powerful Sect held far greater significance than making money.

It’s likely every tailor’s dream beneath the heavens, right?

...

Having discussed the Sect Uniform matter with Yang Zongxian, Wen Ping promptly left the Yang Family.

This time, he had another aim.

To buy a sword for cultivating Sword Control Skill, and it couldn’t be too poor—Sword Control Skill is strong, but if the sword breaks easily, no amount of skill could compensate.

Throughout Cangwu City, the best place to buy swords was Hundred Weapons Street.

A street specializing in weapon sales.

Upon entering, a wave of heat surged forth, accompanied by the clanging sound of hammers.

Wen Ping casually entered a weapon shop, and the lazy shop owner promptly stood up, "Sect Leader Wen, what would you like?"

"A sword."

With that, Wen Ping glanced at the swords hanging on the wall.