Chapter 30: My Wife!

Shan Yue’s eyes deepened as he flung his hand out: “That’s all, I don’t have any more. You want them or not?”

“Really? I’ll give you another thousand silver coins if you can take out a few more.”

Shen Yian’s gaze was like a sword, with a faint smile on his face.

“Really?” Shan Yue asked back.

“If you can take out the books I want, I’ll give you ten thousand silver coins. How about that?” Shen Yian’s tone was calm, as if the ten thousand silver coins were nothing to him.

The three women listening on the side were shocked and thrilled.

Jinlian counted on her fingers, thinking that if she had ten thousand silver coins, she could buy many, many versions of herself.

Shan Yue’s face was hesitant, and he couldn’t help but feel that the handsome young man in front of him was familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen him before.

It seemed that the young man had recognized him.

Had he stumbled upon a fat sheep today?

Shan Yue glanced at Cheng Hai out of the corner of his eye. If he took the money and ran away, this young guard would not be able to stop him.

“Give me the money!” Shan Yue stretched out his hand.

“Here.” Shen Yian wasn’t afraid that he would run, and he pulled out two five-thousand-silver-coin banknotes from his sleeve.

Shan Yue reached out to grab them, but Shen Yian skillfully dodged: “I’ve taken out the money, now take out the books.”

“How do I know you’re not giving me fake silver notes?”

“And how do I know you won’t take the money and run?” Shen Yian laughed lightly.

“I… ” Shan Yue’s old face turned red, as he had indeed thought of taking the money and running.

This young man could casually take out ten thousand silver coins, and must be the young master of some wealthy family in Tianwu City.

It wasn’t that he hated the rich, but he simply felt that swindling their money was very satisfying.

Those who were deceitful and evil, he would usually give a little “encouragement” and teach them a lesson.

As for those who were truly evil, he would consider it increasing his own merit and purifying the world.

If he died, he would just have to go to the underworld and experience the so-called eighteen hells.

Shen Yian wasn’t in a hurry, and simply looked at Shan Yue calmly.

Shan Yue, after all, was the leader of the Northern Martial Alliance, and usually had to take care of his subordinates. He couldn’t let them starve, could he?

Ten thousand silver coins was already a huge sum.

“Ah! That’s ten thousand silver coins! A whole ten thousand silver coins!!!” Shan Yue rubbed his head, going crazy.

He was internally conflicted, and it was the first time he had encountered such a generous and fat sheep.

“I can give you one more book, and that’s a rare, solitary edition that I’ve treasured for many years.”

Shan Yue suddenly became serious, and his hand rummaged through his clothes again.

“Here.”

He handed over an ancient, unnamed book.

Shen Yian’s face was strange, and he remembered that the cover of the original “Sword Dance of the Beauty” had the words “Red Beauty” on it.

He casually opened a page, and it was an exquisite painting of an old tree with roots, accompanied by annotations!

Shen Yian was stunned for a moment.

Shan Yue chuckled, revealing his large, white teeth: “How’s that? Isn’t this solitary edition worth ten thousand silver coins?”

Ye Liyan was curious, and she tiptoed to get a glimpse, wondering what kind of book could make Shen Yian so entranced.

Unfortunately, the two of them blocked the view, and she couldn’t see anything.

Shen Yian took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: “Do you have any other books?”

“Ah, come on! Don’t be so greedy! This is a rare, solitary edition that I’ve treasured for many years! Ten thousand silver coins is already a good deal!”

“I want “Sword Dance of the Beauty“, name a price.”

Shen Yian was exasperated, and he didn’t want to continue this charade with Shan Yue anymore.

“Uh? How did you know I had it on me?”

Shan Yue almost dropped his jaw, as “Sword Dance of the Beauty” was something he had stumbled upon in a mountain cave after drinking too much, and he had never mentioned it to anyone. Only he knew about it!

Shen Yian wiggled his fingers: “I calculated it.”

“Damn it! I hate you guys who can calculate and sense auras, always worrying about others, can’t you just worry about yourselves?”

“I am worrying about myself, aren’t I? Such a good sword manual, I don’t want to miss it.” Shen Yian shrugged and smiled.

“You’re rich, and you’re also sick!” Shan Yue cursed.

“Why are you cursing at me?”

“You calculated everything about me, can’t I curse at you? Did you calculate whether you can practice that sword manual or not?”

Shan Yue tore off a piece of lamb and started eating it with gusto.

Shen Yian had a question mark on his face: “What do you mean?”

“That sword manual is for women, and if you want to practice it you will have to castrate yourself!” Shan Yue said with a mouthful of meat, his tone unpleasant.

Shen Yian’s face stiffened, as he didn’t remember the original novel mentioning that the sword manual was only for women.

He had been thinking of practicing it himself, and in the future, he could provide buffs to Yin Hai and others while eating melons in the back.

“Can’t I let my wife practice it?” Shen Yian said stubbornly.

The two of them spoke loudly, and the people around them heard everything clearly.

The phrase “my wife” made Ye Liyan’s face turn bright red, and she almost wanted to find a hole to hide in.

“Your wife?” Shan Yue subconsciously looked at Ye Liyan, whose face was red with shame.

“You little scoundrel, your fate is really good, but it’s a pity, red beauty brings calamity, can you handle it?”

“I want the sword manual, and you can name a price. Additionally, I don’t like it when others discuss my wife in front of me.” Shen Yian’s eyes suddenly turned cold, with a hint of “if you say one more word, I’ll beat you up” in his tone.

“You little scoundrel…”

Shan Yue’s heart was shocked, and he felt a surge of true energy within him. Besides the young man in front of him, there was another terrifying aura that had locked onto him.

This person’s strength was above his!

Was it a guardian hiding in the shadows?

Who was this young man, and why did he have such a terrifying guardian?!

“The sword manual is no longer with me.” Shan Yue said calmly.

“Where is it?”

“I don’t know, I gave it to a beauty who is not inferior to your wife.” Shan Yue cautiously looked around, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

You couldn’t calculate it, could you? The words were on the tip of Shan Yue’s tongue, but he swallowed them back.

Shen Yian’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he knew who Shan Yue had given the sword manual to.

He had thought that encountering Shan Yue here was a coincidence, but it seemed that it was just a waste of time.

It was true, the remaining value of the original novel was just as a reference, allowing him to remember who someone was when he met them in the future.

“Are there any other solitary editions? I’ll give one thousand silver coins for each.” Shen Yian sighed, feeling regretful.

“These are all solitary editions, you can buy them.” Shan Yue spread out his hands, revealing the same few books as before, including the “Old Tree with Roots“.

“Didn’t you copy them yourself?”

Shan Yue was embarrassed: “Cough, you calculated that too, huh?”

Shen Yian looked at him as if he was an idiot.

These martial arts were not bad, but they were not top-notch, so this old man could send them out everywhere, and if he lost them, he could just rewrite them.

“Do you want the remaining fragments?”

“Let me see.”

Shan Yue rummaged through his things for a while before pulling out a tattered cloth that looked like a rag.

“This records a grand and open saber technique. It originally had three forms, but unfortunately, it is only a fragment, so there is only one form left.”

Shen Yian didn’t mind, and he took the cloth to examine it carefully.

“Killing God Three Styles“

The cloth recorded the entire “Killing God First Style: Blood Slaughter Thousands of Miles“, which was fortunate, as it was the first style. If it wasn’t, this fragment would be useless.

This was a top-tier saber technique that required a harsh cultivation process.

In simpler terms, to unleash the full power of the saber technique, you needed to kill enough people to accumulate enough killing intent.

Besides going to war and becoming a killing demon, Shen Yian couldn’t think of any way to quickly accumulate killing intent.

Of course, if you were like Ye Tiance, Ye Feng, or Gu Qing, who were generals with years of battle experience and carried killing intent with them, cultivating this technique would be much easier.

Unfortunately, Ye Tiance used dual halberds, and Ye Feng, although he used a saber, was not in Tianwu City at the moment.

Shen Yian himself could use a saber, but his realm was not as high as his sword path.

Yin Hai was not suitable for this bold and powerful saber technique.

Shen Yian looked up at Cheng Hai.

Cheng Hai was someone he had picked up from the battlefield, and after recovering from his injuries, he had returned to the battlefield to temper himself. After returning to Tianwu City, Shen Yian had promoted him to be his personal guard commander, the leader of the king’s guard team.

His killing intent might not be as strong as Ye Feng or Gu Qing, but it wouldn’t be weak either. After all, Cheng Hai was a renowned thousand-man slayer in the military.

“I want this fragment.”