Immediately, a strongman from the underground trading market sneered, "What nonsense are you spouting, kid! Do you dare to question Master Longdo, are you looking to die!"
"Exactly!"
Other strongmen echoed in agreement.
Steward Zeng sneered, "I told you he was a lunatic. Master Longdo is a Yellow-tier High-grade weapon craftsman. He is renowned, even among the many master craftsmen in Tianchu City's Weapon Crafting Association, he ranks among the top great weapon craftsmen. This kid actually slandered Master Longdo. His intentions are wicked, and he deserves to die!"
Steward Zeng glared with eyes full of fury, as if he wished to put Ling Fan to death immediately.
Master Longdo stood with his arms crossed, looking at Ling Fan with disdain.
He wanted to see what qualifications this kid who dared to question him had, to dare to ruin his good fortune.
Liu Han frowned.
He had been observing Ling Fan.
But from the moment Ling Fan appeared until he was reprimanded and threatened by Steward Zeng and the others, Ling Fan's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of panic or timidity.
What was this young man's confidence based on?
And why did he suddenly appear to accuse Master Longdo's spirit weapon of being fake?
Many doubts suddenly arose in his heart.
Liu Han's frown deepened.
"If Your Excellency has proof, please present it."
Liu Han said after some thought.
"Hmph! He's just spouting nonsense. What proof could he possibly have? Ridiculous! Just by looking at him, he probably doesn't even know what weapon crafting is!"
"A wild kid who doesn't know where he came from dares to question our Master Longdo. How outrageous!"
"You kid better confess honestly. Were you instigated by someone to come here and cause trouble!"
"If you dare to speak nonsense again, we'll skin you alive!"
Steward Zeng and the others all sneered coldly.
Ling Fan's expression remained calm, as if he ignored the threats from Steward Zeng and the others.
He walked leisurely to the large treasure chest.
Inside the treasure chest, twenty-one identical standard spirit swords were placed, shimmering with a cold glint like autumn water.
The twenty-five golden patterns on the sword bodies were complete and continuous, shining with brilliant golden light, almost without any flaws.
Moreover, they exuded a powerful aura.
At first glance, even a Profound-tier weapon craftsman would likely not be able to detect any abnormality.
It had to be said that Master Longdo's forgery skills were indeed impressive.
However, Ling Fan was no ordinary weapon craftsman.
In his previous life, he had authenticated countless Heaven-tier spirit weapons.
Compared to the master forgers in the Ten Great Heavens, Master Longdo's work was mere child's play.
In his previous life, someone had forged a Heaven-tier spirit weapon. On the day it appeared, it even attracted heavenly tribulation, just like a true heavenly weapon.
Yet, Ling Fan saw through its authenticity at a glance.
There was no other reason.
Ling Fan's mastery of weapon crafting was simply too profound.
Even spirit weapons that were indistinguishable from the real thing were exposed before him.
It could be said that his eyes were like the Fiery Golden Eyes, capable of seeing through everything.
Nothing could escape his gaze.
With his hands behind his back, he stood before the treasure chest.
He didn't even touch the spirit swords, merely scanning them with his eyes.
It was as if the forgery technique of these spirit weapons was too crude to warrant him expending effort to verify them.
"Heh, this kid is putting on quite a show of being a master, but I think he doesn't even know how to inspect a weapon!"
"Hmph, it's all pretense! Let's see how long he stands there looking foolish."
"I dare to bet my life that this kid is purely here to cause trouble. What does a seventeen or eighteen-year-old brat, still wet behind the ears, know about weapon crafting! It's simply wishful thinking."
The sneers on the faces of the strongmen grew more pronounced.
Steward Zeng's heart also relaxed.
He was now certain that this kid was just here to make a fool of himself.
Judging by his demeanor, he probably didn't even know what a spirit pattern was.
Master Longdo's face was filled with extreme disdain. He crossed his arms, held his chin high, and looked at Ling Fan through his nostrils.
Heh!
Inspect a weapon?
With him, a mere child who didn't even know what weapon crafting was?
It was simply an insult to Master Longdo!
So what if this master forged them? Who could tell?
If you can see through my methods, I'll take you as my master.
Master Longdo chuckled repeatedly, feeling utterly contemptuous.
He had lost interest.
He just wanted to end this farce quickly and get his sixty-three million.
"Brat, did you see anything? We don't have that much time to waste on you!"
Master Longdo urged impatiently.
Ling Fan chuckled coldly in his heart.
He turned around, swept his gaze across everyone, and said faintly, "A mere inscription technique, and you think you can deceive me? How laughable."
Inscription technique?
What inscription technique?
What was this kid talking about?
Everyone listened, utterly confused.
Even Liu Han and Steward Zeng didn't know what Ling Fan was referring to.
They were both martial arts masters of the Profound Gang realm and had some understanding of weapon crafting.
However, they had never heard of any "inscription technique."
Could it be that this kid was making it up?
Only when Master Longdo heard the word "inscription" from Ling Fan's mouth did he feel as if he had been struck by lightning.
His plump, corpulent body trembled violently, and his eyes shot out with intense disbelief.
How could this kid know the inscription technique?
This was a long-lost supreme art.
Even in the entire weapon crafting world of Tianchu Province, no more than five fingers knew this technique.
They were all renowned veteran weapon craftsmen.
Some were even Profound-tier weapon craftsmen.
And there was absolutely no way the gray-haired youth before him was one of them!
Thinking of this, Master Longdo's heart calmed slightly.
He consoled himself, this little bastard who appeared from nowhere must be talking nonsense. What did he know about weapon crafting? What did he know about inscriptions!
It was simply ridiculous.
Steward Zeng's face darkened. Although he still didn't believe this youth had any real skill, he felt an ominous premonition for some reason.
He didn't want any more trouble. His martial gang energy subtly flowed like a blade.
Regardless of the consequences, he would kill this kid first!
However, he suddenly saw a warning glance from Liu Han.
His heart immediately tensed, and he quickly retracted his gang energy.
Could it be that Liu Han believed him?
His expression became heavy.
He sternly reprimanded, "Don't think you can fool us by casually making up a word! If you can't provide any evidence, I'll be the first to kill you!"
Ling Fan's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard Steward Zeng's threat.
He turned and walked to the treasure chest.
Everyone was stunned. What was this kid up to now?
Under the bewildered gazes of everyone, Ling Fan picked up a spirit sword.
Ling Fan glanced at Master Longdo with a half-smile.
This glance made Master Longdo shiver, and his heart clenched.
He felt a bad premonition.
But he didn't know where this bad premonition came from.
Why should I be afraid of him!
Master Longdo couldn't help but be annoyed with himself.
When had he, the renowned Master Longdo, become so timid and guilty?
To be afraid of a mere child!
It was truly laughable.
This batch of fake spirit weapons he had made could at least last for more than a month without being exposed.
Even a martial arts grandmaster of the Heavenly Origin realm wouldn't be able to discern the authenticity of these spirit weapons.
Let alone a useless youth with no true energy.