: What has been done, good or bad, will not be forgotten.

Chapter 100: What has been done, good or bad, will not be forgotten.

It was at this time.

Mingyu City, South District.

The owners of the three weapons shops sat in a private room at the teahouse.

The window faces the long street, and the alley of Yujiapu is blocked by layers of eaves, like a gloom hanging over their heads.

"Are all your customers flocking to the West Market? They send their broadswords to that little shop when the blade is dull, they go there when their longswords are cracked, and I heard they even go there to replace the handle. What kind of bewitching potion has the Yu family's shop given them?"

"They're so insidious. The Yu family used to only sell farm tools and occasionally take on some old repair jobs. We didn't have any suspicion of them. But now, when the Hundred Sects Banquet is almost at its most profitable, they've broken the rules and started to steal our weapons repair business."

The two shopkeepers got increasingly agitated as they talked.

The eldest shopkeeper didn't respond; he simply looked down at the bills from the past few days.

The books don't show a lack of large orders.

It is precisely these small jobs, such as repairing knives and replacing handles, that, although they may not earn much money per job, accumulate and are the most profitable for the shop.

What's more troublesome is that some familiar faces who used to frequent the place have started going to the fish shop.

He stopped flipping through the pages, looked up, and asked, "Have you found out everything?"

The shopkeeper sitting opposite nodded: "Both of the Yu family's original craftsmen are not here. The one currently hammering is a minor demon in the Body Tempering Realm."

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"A Body Tempering Realm cultivator dares to accept a weapon?"

Someone sneered, and the slight apprehension in their heart dissipated.

In the eyes of the three shopkeepers, it was unacceptable for a place that mainly sold farm tools to suddenly start repairing weapons. Repairing one or two weapons was fine, but accepting all weapons would be a breach of martial ethics.

Markets are like battlefields.

If we don't suppress this today, once the Hundred Sects Seats are set, the Yu family will truly establish their reputation, and it will be difficult to deal with them later.

The eldest shopkeeper glanced out the door.

A broad-shouldered, stern-faced man was leaning against the stairwell, followed by six or seven idlers.

The shopkeeper pushed the long knife from under the table over.

The blade was polished to a high shine, with no visible cracks on the outside, but its internal structure had long been shattered and could not withstand a heavy hammer blow.

If the fish family dares to accept the task, the knife will break as soon as it enters the furnace; if they don't accept it, there's a reason why they won't accept it.

"Remember, don't mention us," the shopkeeper instructed.

The man grinned: "Don't worry, gentlemen. This isn't the first time we've worked together. It's just a broken knife. I'm a very reasonable person."

A group of people went downstairs and quickly blended into the crowd in the West Market.

Half an hour later.

A group of customers arrived in front of the fish shop.

The leader was a man carrying a knife.

As soon as he entered, he shouted, "Where's Master Zhao? Didn't you say the fish shop had reopened? Come out and take on jobs! I came all this way specifically for this!"

Inside the furnace room, Zhaoyue was carrying a bundle of iron to put on the shelf when she heard someone calling her. She quickly dropped the iron and ran to the front room, clapping her hands.

The man placed his long knife on the counter: "I was fighting with some people a few days ago, and the blade chipped a little. I heard you're good at it, so could you fix it for me?"

Zhao Yue instinctively looked at her young master first.

Shen Gui had an account book beside him. His gaze lingered on the long sword for a moment, then on the man's face, before he said, "Now you can try to make some decisions for yourself."

Zhaoyue thought the young master was referring to repairing knives, so she immediately nodded and walked around the counter.

It first drew the knife to examine it, then flicked the back of the knife with the tip of its claw.

"Thump."

The sound was muffled.

Zhaoyue changed locations and knocked again.

This time, the blade broke in the middle of the blade just as the last note began to rise.

It turned the knife over, examined it against the light for a moment, touched the new layer of oil, and finally said, "Sorry, it can't be repaired."

"Why can't it be fixed?"

"Isn't the knife perfectly fine?"

"Such a big blacksmith shop, and they can't even fix a chipped joint?"

The people at the door immediately started talking, as if they were in a state of high spirits.

Zhao Yue ignored them and said seriously to the leader, "This knife is ruined. It looks intact on the outside, but it's missing a piece of the main metal inside. Forget about repairing it, it can't even withstand a single hammer blow."

The man glared at him: "What do you mean?"

"It's beyond repair. Why don't you go to the weapons shop and buy another one, sir?"

"I've walked around several blocks, and everyone there said it could be fixed, but you say it can't?"

"Go find whoever says it can be fixed."

Zhaoyue was also somewhat annoyed.

Someone in the crowd immediately chimed in, "Listen to this, the Yu family is now picky about their customers."

"Are you worried about not getting paid because we're poorly dressed?"

"They're just snobs who favor the rich and despise the poor."

The man grabbed his long knife and raised his voice: "I'm just a farmer outside the city. My clothes are a bit tattered, but if you think I'm poor, just say so. Why try to fool me with something like 'torn inside'?"

The streets were already crowded.

After a few shouts, people quickly gathered around and asked what was going on.

"What happened?"

"They say the fish family refuses to repair knives for people."

"Isn't the knife perfectly fine?"

"It seems like they're worried the customers won't be able to pay..."

The sounds became increasingly mixed.

Zhaoyue stood on the threshold, looking up at the tall man in front of her, who blocked out the sunlight.

Zhaoyue tried to explain, first saying the iron sound was muffled, then that the internal force on the back of the blade had dissipated, but the more she spoke, the more agitated the people outside became.

"Can't understand."

"You're making such a big deal out of repairing a knife."

"Anyone can talk a good game."

Zhaoyue had no choice but to turn back to the counter for help.

These days, when it encounters something it's unsure about, it's gotten into the habit of looking to the young master first.

If the young master says it can do it, it dares to do it; if the young master says to start over, it throws the burnt iron back into the furnace.

But today, Shen Gui did not get up, still maintaining the same attitude: "You handle it, give it a try, don't be afraid."

Zhaoyue turned her gaze back.

It picked up the long knife with its two paws and handed it back to the man: "No matter what you say, I'm not taking this job."

Zhaoyue added, "If I really strike and the knife breaks, you'll say it's because I broke it."

On the other side, Yan Xiaolou was leading his master toward the fish shop.

"When you arrive, Master, you should first pay your respects. Don't ask Mr. Shen about his background directly, and don't release your spiritual energy to test him. Mr. Shen doesn't like people talking in circles. If you have something to say, just say it directly, but don't make any demands right away..."

"I know, you've said it five times already."

Wei Lianshan walked beside him with his hands behind his back, looking somewhat helpless.

Yan Xiaolou added, "Also, don't stare at the things in the shop for too long."

"it is good."

"Zhaoyue is now in charge of the furnace, so don't look down on her just because she's only at the Body Tempering Realm."

"Does your master look like a scoundrel?"

Wei Lianshan rubbed his temples. In the past, he was the one who told his apprentice not to be reckless. Now, it was the apprentice who was teaching him, the master, how to behave properly. He didn't know whether to be happy or helpless.

"If you insist on coming along, then you have to listen to me."

Yan Xiaolou remained unfazed, his attitude firm.

After the tests ended this morning, the older folks in the hall were all restless.

First, they asked the gentleman his name, then they asked where the fish shop was located in the West Market. The elder in charge of law even sent someone to the storeroom to fetch the gift.

Master Liu was even more direct, saying that since Zhefeng Pavilion had guaranteed the Yu family's loan for many years, it should personally go and meet the current manager.

Five or six old men blocked the door of the fish shop, and the shopkeeper asked with a gift, "Sir, are you from the City Destroyer Realm?" Just thinking about that scene made Yan Xiaolou's scalp tingle.

So she refused at the time, but since they were all elders, she finally came up with a compromise.

Wei Lianshan acted as the representative, first using the pretext of expressing gratitude to get acquainted with the group, which led to the current scene.

When the master and apprentice arrived and turned into the West Market, the alley where the fish shop was located was already crowded with people.

The place was surrounded by layers upon layers of people, and shouts and curses could be heard from inside, even half a street away.

Yan Xiaolou's expression changed, and he leaped forward with a light step.

Wei Lianshan had just raised his hand and hadn't even had a chance to shout when his apprentice had already squeezed into the crowd.

Yan Xiaolou forcefully pushed aside the people in front of him and instantly saw Zhaoyue surrounded by a group of people.

She didn't even look at the knife on the ground; she took a step and stood next to Zhaoyue.

Yan Xiaolou lowered her head: "Are you alright?"

Zhao Yue, who had been tense, immediately relaxed: "It's nothing, they were just being unreasonable and wouldn't listen to me."

Yan Xiaolou glanced at its body, then scanned the shop door and counter to make sure no one was doing anything before turning around.

"Oh, so this shady establishment has already called in reinforcements?" The burly man with the stern face spoke even faster, and then gave Yan Xiaolou a scrutinizing look.

Before the man could figure it out, the crowd behind him gave him the answer.

"Isn't this Lady Yan from Zhefeng Pavilion?"

"It really is her!"

"Why isn't she in seclusion training at this time? Why is she in the West Market? It seems she knows the people at the fish shop."

One sound after another, and the stern-faced man's expression slowly changed.

He finally saw the nameplate on Yan Xiaolou's waist, his face paled, and he quietly backed away.

He had only taken half a step back when a hand landed on his shoulder.

It wasn't heavy, but it caused the burly man's knees to buckle abruptly, and he knelt down.

Wei Lianshan stood behind him, his other hand still behind his back.

"Where are you in such a hurry to go?"

"I... I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah?"

Wei Lianshan glanced at the group of idlers who were making a fuss, then looked at the onlookers, and said loudly, "The Yu Family Shop is guaranteed by Zhefeng Hall. If there is any dispute over the sale, you can take the work order, deposit and goods to the yamen for verification. If the Yu Family Shop is at fault, Zhefeng Hall will compensate you according to the price. If Zhefeng Hall is at fault, someone in the hall will be punished."

As he said this, he removed his hand from the shoulder of the burly man with the horizontal face.

"But if anyone tries to cause trouble under any pretext, or gathers a crowd to disrupt business, I, Wei Lianshan, will be the first to object!"

A sliver of the aura of Wangyue Realm was revealed, and the entire alley fell silent.

The onlookers instinctively moved aside, leaving a large open space for Wei Lianshan.

The burly man's legs went completely limp, and he knelt on the ground with a thud: "Senior, spare my life! I only came to repair the knife, and I dare not oppose the Zhefeng Pavilion."

He pressed his face against the bluestone as he spoke, his voice trembling violently.

Someone nearby whispered, "This is a shop with powerful backers; we wouldn't dare mess with them."

"Master Zhao did not cheat his customers!"

Suddenly someone shouted at the alley entrance.

The crowd turned around.

An old farmer squeezed in, carrying a hoe. He was walking quickly, and his straw sandals were covered in mud.

Upon arriving at the shop, the old farmer simply held his hoe horizontally in front of everyone.

"This hoe blade broke in the middle before, so Master Zhao repaired it! He fixed it first, and only charged me after I'd tried it out. I've used this hoe to dig through hard soil and hit rocks, and it hasn't loosened at all!"

Behind the old farmer, a burly man strode up.

After stopping and catching his breath, he said, "My kitchen knife was so badly damaged that no other shop would fix it, but the fishmonger's shop still took it. Even though it was broken during repairs, they compensated me with two new ones. Who would say they're picky about customers? I'm just a farmer outside the city; what makes me look like a rich man?"

The people began to whisper among themselves.

Then three more people came from other streets. They were all regular customers of the fish family and had rushed over after hearing the news in the city.

"The fish shop has never shortchanged customers over the years."

"If the repairman damages something, he'll accept the compensation, and the money is always clearly calculated."

"The fish shop has never raised its prices over the years."

The onlookers also started saying that they had indeed bought farm tools from the fisherman's family and were still using them.

Sweat beaded on the forehead of the burly man pressed against the ground. The idlers behind him exchanged glances and quietly moved toward the alley entrance.

Wei Lianshan didn't even turn his head: "Stop."

The group froze in their tracks.

"Send them all to the authorities," Wei Lianshan said. "Find out who tampered with this knife, and who sent you to cause trouble at the Yu family's house. Those who should compensate for the loss of their shops should do so, and those who should go to jail should go to jail."

The burly man with the stern face suddenly looked up: "Senior, we're just here to repair knives!"

Wei Lianshan looked at the long sword on the ground: "Whether or not, the government's weapon examiners will investigate."

Yan Xiaolou also squatted down, pressed the back of the blade with the scabbard of his short sword, and gently lifted one end.

She had struck countless blows in the past ten days. Although she could not yet discern the subtlety of Zhaoyue's voice, she could still sense that the force in the middle of the blade was scattered.

This knife would never break like this under normal use; it's highly likely that someone deliberately damaged it.

Wei Lianshan raised his hand and flicked his wrist, and several strands of energy wrapped around the wrists of the group, binding the stern-faced man and the group of idlers together.

Zhaoyue stood in front of the shop, first looking at the old farmer, then at the regular customers who had come to visit, her mouth opening and closing several times.

It usually talks the most, but now it can't utter a single word.

The old farmer grinned, revealing a row of yellow teeth: "Master Zhao, is the furnace still burning? Go do your work, don't let this trivial matter delay your main tasks."

Zhaoyue nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

Amid the commotion, the crowd gradually surged toward the government office.

Wei Lianshan stood outside the door, never looking behind the counter. Only after the matter was settled did he straighten his sleeves and step across the threshold.

Yan Xiaolou's back tensed involuntarily. She wondered how many of the words she had reminded her master of along the way had actually stuck with her.

Wei Lianshan walked to the counter.

Behind the counter, the gray-clad shopkeeper was also looking at him. The shopkeeper had a calm expression and an unfinished work order was lying next to him.

Wei Lianshan stopped, straightened his clothes, clasped his hands and bowed.

"Wei Lianshan of Zhefeng Pavilion greets you, sir."