The clothes dropped vertically, then there was a thud, as the clothes hit the ground like a stone slab, making a dull sound.
Huan Shan was stepping onto the stairs, ready to walk, when suddenly he heard this sound. His other foot stopped abruptly, nearly causing him to fall due to distraction. Falling on the stone steps at the Body Refining Sixth Layer would an a complete loss of face for him.
Huan Shan turned around quickly, walked a few steps toward Wen Ping, and looked at the clothes placed on the ground, "Wen Ping, what kind of clothes are these? Judging by the sound, they’re heavier than my armor?"
Huan Shan’s question was the sa as what Zhao Qing and the others wanted to ask.
As everyone’s expression grew serious, Wen Ping explained to Zhao Qing and the others, "The clothes I’ve given you all have different weights. For instance, Qin Mo’s Immortal Clear Wind Robe weighs a thousand pounds. Upon wearing it, walking won’t be affected. Once you get accustod to its weight, you will possess greater strength and speed."
Qin Mo heard this, his face lit up with joy.
Huan Shan showed a look of surprise, "Such clothes exist?"
Feeling a bit taken aback, Huan Shan reached out to touch them, but before he could, Wen Ping slapped his hand over, "This isn’t steel armor or silver armor, what are you ssing around touching for?"
"Tch! Stingy, touching it won’t kill anyone. You think I really want to touch it." Huan Shan lost interest in touching it, and no longer wanted to stay. "I’m leaving. If you need help, co find ."
Having said that, Huan Shan stepped down Yunlan Mountain.
After everyone had picked up their clothes, Yang Lele tried jumping a few steps like a child, making a heavy thumping sound, which was quite pleasing.
While Yang Lele was thoroughly enjoying himself, Wen Ping raised his hand to signal everyone to stand straight, then said, "Alright, stop playing. In the future, while wearing the Immortal Clear Wind Robe, preserve the honor of the Immortal Sect."
"Understood."
Everyone nodded.
Once everyone dispersed, Huan Shan, originally riding in the Half-Faced Golden Armor, was already on his way back to the City Lord’s Mansion.
Nonetheless, the scene from before kept replaying in his mind, refreshing his understanding of Hua Shang. Evidently, it wasn’t just armor that could be heavy; ordinary clothes could be too.
During this journey, he thought of many materials that could be used to make clothes with weight far exceeding ordinary items. However, he found none possessing this kind of weight, leaving him bewildered.
Shaking his head, Huan Shan ceased thinking about it and began considering the current situation of the Immortal Sect and the Hundred Sects Alliance. Just as his father had said, soone who only knows fighting cannot be a City Lord.
Of course, he wasn’t that type of person at all. Despite spending little ti playing with Wen Ping, the two families were long-ti friends. If anything happened to the Wen Family Wen Ping, the City Lord’s Mansion would certainly take action.
Not to beco wholly hostile with the Hundred Sects Alliance, but at least not allowing the Immortal Sect to be destroyed like that.
When he returned to the City Lord’s Mansion, Huan Shan retrieved the Tiger Headed Carved Helt from his subordinate, then proceeded to the study where his father was. As soon as he opened the door, Huan Shan spoke up, "I’m back."
"How did it go?"
Saying this, Huan Cheng put down the booklet in his hand, handed it to the armored subordinate beside him, then sat on another square chair, sitting in a line with Huan Shan. With a hint of expectation in his eyes, he perhaps hoped Wen Ping would be willing to negotiate.
"He didn’t agree."
"He didn’t agree?"
Huan Cheng stood up, surprised, as the result Huan Shan provided was truly unexpected.
"Yeah, he intends to handle this matter himself."
"That kid is too full of himself. Is this matter sothing he can handle?"
"Father, there’s no need to worry too much. The Hundred Sects Alliance hasn’t taken any action yet. Besides, aren’t we still here? Even if the Hundred Sects Alliance reaches far, for the people our City Lord’s Mansion wants to protect, would they dare act recklessly?"
Finishing the statent, Huan Shan laughed nonchalantly.
The Huan Family wasn’t an easy target in Cangwu City, otherwise, how could they have a voice in Cangwu City?
Without strength, being a City Lord would just an being side-lined.
Seeing his father shake his head, Huan Shan felt there was no need to continue on this topic, quickly saying, "Father, let tell you, today I saw sothing extraordinary at the Immortal Sect."
"What did you see?"
"The Immortal Sect distributed uniforms, brand new ones..."
Before he could finish, Huan Cheng glared at him, "Why concern yourself with such things, are you idle?"
Ignoring his father’s scolding, Huan Shan continued the unfinished sentence, "They’re not just any clothes, you wouldn’t believe how light they can float in the wind, but guess what?"
However, Huan Cheng did not respond, but the subordinate beside Huan Cheng standing nearby spoke up, "Young City Lord, did the Immortal Sect’s clothes scare you? Honestly, they are quite intimidating."
"You saw them too?"
"Of course, Silver Silk, Traceless Cloth, each is an absolute rarity. The cost of a single piece is a hundred gold. Using several years of a common person’s inco to make one clothing piece, the luxury is terrifying. Moreover, it was crafted by the Yang Family Patriarch himself, who led the making. I wanted the Traceless Cloth to make a Hua Shang for my wife but couldn’t buy the materials, as they were all bought by the Yang Family to create the Immortal Sect’s Immortal Clear Wind Robes."
After speaking, the armored middle-aged man smiled helplessly.
"You’re idle too?"
Upon hearing this, Huan Cheng shot a cold look at the subordinate.
Ignoring his father’s remark, Huan Shan was quite surprised. He had always thought it was so special material, "Made of Traceless Cloth and Silver Silk, how can it be a thousand pounds?"
"A thousand pounds?"
"Yes, personally verified by the Immortal Sect disciples. Picked it up, dropped it, and the sound when it hit the ground was like a boulder. I wanted to touch it, but Wen Ping didn’t allow ."
On the side, Huan Cheng got a bit irritated as the two continued chatting endlessly, "When did Traceless Cloth weigh a thousand pounds?"
Huan Shan imdiately reasoned, "It was a thousand pounds, do you think I would deceive you? With a blow of the wind, clothes can float, yet a single piece of clothing weighs a thousand pounds, and when Wen Ping distributed them, even his disciples had to pay 1000 gold each."
"This..."
Huan Cheng’s companion’s expression slightly changed. Huan Shan’s words, he wouldn’t regard as jokes. But about the Immortal Clear Wind Robe, he looked into it, the materials used were costly but not extraordinary.
The reason he looked into it was that he wanted to make a birthday gift for his wife.
After pondering for a while, suddenly realizing sothing, he looked to Huan Cheng, and said, "City Lord, there’s a great deal at play here. The Immortal Clear Wind Robe I investigated can’t possibly weigh a thousand pounds. Unless the Yang Family’s Clear Wind Robes are re fronts, and the real Immortal Clear Wind Robes have long existed in the Immortal Sect, under the guise of unveiling it. No one would pursue its extraordinariness in-depth."
Having said that, Huan Cheng’s expression beca serious too. After contemplating for a while, he said, "My brother’s arrest was suspicious, what’s behind it is hard to say. But now it seems, my brother left many things for his son, and they’ve begun unveiling them after leaving the Immortal Sect, which might be why Wen Ping doesn’t compromise."
First, there was the Protective Talisman allowing movent under Mo Yue of the Hundred Sects Alliance, then the miraculous Sect Uniform.
The connection between the two is delicate.
Indeed, the recent spread of topics in Cangwu City about the Immortal Sect must be true; the things his brother left behind are genuinely attracting Body Refining Thirteenth Layer cultivators to join the Immortal Sect.
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