Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Bai Wanwan pouted, a small wrinkle appeared between her brows:

"It's just the Twelve Gu Villages of the Southwest, how big a storm can it cause?

They are just some mountain folk who tinker with poisonous insects."

The medicine lady covered her lips and chuckled:

"Young Master, please don't underestimate me.

These twelve Gu villages are located in the natural fortresses of the southwestern border. Qinglin Village is hidden in the miasma-filled Snake Bone Gorge. The villagers can drive thousands of snakes to set up a killing formation.

The Red Spider Village is entrenched on top of the Flame Cliff, and the heart-eating spiders they cultivate can even chew through iron armor.

And then there's the most mysterious Nether Village, hidden in an underground cave that never sees the sun, specializing in using corpse poison to control the dead."

She said softly:

"These villages have guarded the secret arts of the ancient Nanzhao Kingdom for generations. Although they appear to be peaceful, if they are truly angered, the poisonous insects that swarm across the mountains and plains can make an army of 100,000 unable to return.

Back then, the imperial court sent tens of thousands of elite soldiers to encircle and suppress the Red Spider Village, but they couldn't even touch the cliff.

Half of the men were struck by the invisible poison, and even as they turned to bones, they still had strange smiles on their faces.

The medicine lady suddenly came closer and lowered her voice:

“Moreover, the Twelve Southwestern Villages control the secret trade routes connecting the Western Regions and Southeast Asia.

The annual tolls alone are enough to support an elite cavalry.”

The asking price for that broken box was 5000 taels of silver, but it looked so shabby, with the edges and corners all worn out.

The paint on the surface was peeling off in pieces, and the onlookers were afraid of wasting their money, so no one bid for a long time.

Seeing that no one was fighting for it, Bai Wanwan casually shouted "Five thousand taels". As a result, no one really fought with her for it, and the box was delivered to her in a short while.

She squatted down and poked the box, muttering, "Such a shabby thing, can it really hide treasures?"

The medicine lady didn't say anything. She pulled out the silver hairpin from her head and poked open the rusty lock in a few seconds.

The lock-opening technique was so quick and skillful that Bai Wanwan stared in amazement.

After the box was opened, it was covered with a layer of blackened satin. On the satin was a palm-sized bronze plate with crooked symbols engraved on the corners, and it felt bumpy to the touch.

Next to the bronze tablet was a roll of tattered parchment with some incomprehensible lines drawn on it, which looked like a map or some kind of scribble.

There was a small cloth bag at the bottom. When it was opened, a jade pendant with blood stains was found inside.

Yao Niang stared at the jade token, her tone filled with awe:

"Qinglin Village is famous among the Twelve Gu Villages for its formidable power. The snake Gu they raise are extremely elusive and can silently surround an entire army.

When there is a chance, the young master must go and see it for himself."

Bai Wanwan curled her lips and muttered, "I'm not joining in the fun."

The milk bottle suddenly woke up, and before she could react, the milk bottle "whoosh" into the blood-stained veins of the jade token.

The medicine girl next to him took a half step back in fear, her face instantly turning pale: "This... How is this possible!"

She stared at the jade token intently, her voice trembling:

"Ordinary Gu insects would have to take a detour when seeing the Golden Silkworm Gu, but this... this aura is ten times more overbearing than the Golden Silkworm Gu!

Could this be the legendary King of All Gu?

I heard it only existed in ancient times, and it can command all the poisonous insects in the world. Whoever can subdue it will have even the twelve village chiefs bow down to him!"

Medicine Woman knelt on the ground and said respectfully, "Young Master..."

Bai Wanwan blinked and said, "Why are you calling me Young Master all of a sudden? Hurry and get up!"

Milk bottle ate up all the blood in the jade token. After eating it, Bai Wanwan felt that it had become noticeably bigger.

After finishing the bottle, it flew directly into her body and she fell into a deep sleep.

The red cloth on the auction table was lifted, revealing a sword gleaming with cold light.

The auctioneer shouted at the top of his voice:

"Everyone, look carefully! This is a real magical weapon!

The swordsmith spent three years and mined seven kinds of fine iron to forge it. Cutting iron is as easy as cutting tofu!"

As he said this, he placed a piece of iron plate on the table, drew out his sword with a "clang", and swung it lightly, and the iron plate instantly broke into two pieces.

"The asking price for this sword is one hundred thousand taels!" As soon as the words fell, the audience erupted in an uproar.

Men are naturally defenseless against weapons, especially in this age when cold weapons are dominant, and everyone is rushing to bid.

After a while, the price rose to more than 300,000 taels.

The Seventeenth Prince sighed as he clutched his empty purse: "It's a pity that I've spent all my money. Shen Tao, don't you want any?"

Shen Tao stared at the sword and swallowed his saliva. He shook his head and said, "I want it, but more than 300,000 taels is too expensive."

Bai Wanwan, who was standing next to him, folded his arms and sneered:

"Isn't it just a sword that can cut through iron like mud? What's so special about it?

If you want it, I'll sell it to you later. It's a hundred thousand taels cheaper than this one, and the quality is definitely not worse than this one!"

Shen Tao rolled his eyes:

"Everyone can brag. Do you think this sword is a cabbage sold on the street?

The auctioneer said there aren't many of these treasures in the world. Where are you going to get one?"

Bai Wanwan shrugged and said slowly:

“It’s up to you whether you believe it or not. If you want it, it’s 100,000 taels of silver.

On the first day of the new year, take out the sword and show it to them."

Chuyi, who had been standing next to him holding a sword, never drew it out easily.

At this moment, he drew out his sword nimbly. With a "swish", the sword body emitted a cold and dim light, which made people feel scared just by looking at it.

Chuyi said proudly, "This sword of mine is called the Cold Star Sword. It can cut through iron like wood. It's much better than the one on the stage!"

Not to be outdone, Chu Er drew out his own sword with a clang. The patterns on the sword flickered in the light. "That's right! My Qingfeng sword is not bad either."

The Seventeenth Prince stared at the swords in the hands of Chuyi and Chuer, swallowed his saliva and said, "To think there are such magical weapons..."

Shen Tao even grabbed Bai Wanwan's sleeve and said:

"Why didn't you reveal it earlier? The sword's cold light is restrained, yet its sharpness is hidden.

It's clearly made of thousand-year-old black iron, more than a hundred times stronger than the ordinary iron on the platform worth three hundred thousand taels!"

The seventeenth prince couldn't wait to take the Hanxing Sword from Chuyi's hand. As soon as his fingertips touched the hilt, he felt a bone-chilling chill spreading along his palm.

He casually struck the bronze wine jar on the table. With a crisp "clang" sound, the wine jar instantly broke into two halves. The broken end was as smooth as a mirror, without even a trace of rough edges.

Shen Tao also grabbed the Qingfeng sword and chopped at the hall pillar. Wood chips flew everywhere and the pillar, which was as thick as a bowl, collapsed with a loud bang. The cut was as smooth as satin, three times sharper than cutting tofu with a knife.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" The Seventeenth Prince laughed wildly, stroking his sword, his eyes filled with ecstasy: "One hundred thousand taels a sword? This prince wants three!"

Shen Tao had already grasped Bai Wanwan's wrist tightly: "I want them all. How many do you have at home?"

Bai Wanwan glared at him and said, "Then I have to go back and ask! Don't worry, there's still one for everyone. We can talk about the rest later!"

When it comes to their ability to create magical weapons, we have to mention Liu Quanzhou’s son Liu Yanshi.