They were in the main house of the manor. The one that was used to entertain guests and this house was right in front of the gate. So, once anyone enter, they will see this gigantic wooden ancient Chinese home with uniquely designed features.
"So, start thinking of a name," Heng Xīnyán stated, she sat down on the dark grey mat with a dark brown table in front of her. A plank of wood was on the table and with a brush and a bowl of black ink. She watched Bàolì Hua expectantly.
Bàolì Hua palmed her forehead, yet she sat opposite the female in pink. Trying to think of a name, her mind replayed the lovely pear blossom tree in the yard and her pink lips opened to utter.
"Xiuying Courtyard."
Heng Xīnyán smiled and she wrote down the strokes of the word. Under her pale thin wrist, the strokes gradually formed. 秀英, Heng Xīnyán watched it in satisfaction.
"Here," she showed Bàolì Hua who nodded with faint awe in her eyes.
Standing from the mat, Heng Xīnyán stated, "Come. We need to head out to the village."
Upon hearing those words, Bàolì Hua's face soured, "Why?!" She asked, not wanting to go but Heng Xīnyán merely used her spiritual energy to lift her body off the ground. Reluctantly, Bàolì Hua stood, her face dark, watching Heng Xīnyán.
"To pawn the sword of course," she stated.
"Well, go yourself," Bàolì Hua stated, refusing to go yet Heng Xīnyán made it difficult.
Heng Xīnyán tsked, "And why should I?"
Bàolì Hua frowned, "I am not your tail!"
Heng Xīnyán merely grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the house with no expression. Bàolì Hua groaned loudly yet the female in pink ignored her.
Exiting the manor, Heng Xīnyán looked up at the paifang of the manor. It stood above them with a strong arc. The strokes on the paifang were unclear yet Heng Xīnyán spelt out the old man's last name. Gěi.
With clear eyes, she muttered, "We need to fix this too."
Bàolì Hua glared at her, "How much is that sword worth?" She asked, and upon seeing Heng Xīnyán's shrug. Bàolì Hua sighed, holding the bridge of her nose. "I am tired at this point."
Heng Xīnyán grinned, "Shush it and let's go!" With her arm hooked around Bàolì Hua's, Heng Xīnyán walked down the smooth marbled road of the rich before she entered the busy village centre.
Once again, they joined the rush of the streets. Heng Xīnyán looked around, reading the signs of the wooden shops until she spotted what she wanted. A smile surfaced on her pink lips, pulling Bàolì Hua with her. She went towards the shop.
Bàolì Hua stopped at the door, "You enter. I'll wait here," she muttered, covering her lips to let out a yawn.
Heng Xīnyán nodded and entered the shop named, [Yin's Exchange].
Entering the small wooden shop that was squeezed between two fast-food restaurants. Heng Xīnyán's nose was immediately assaulted by the thick oil in the air. Her willow brows furrowed in faint disgust yet she approached the counter that was straight in front of her.
The owner was an old man with greying hair. His bright eyes filled with spirit turned towards Heng Xīnyán.
"Hello maiden," his voice was low and Heng Xīnyán nodded unable to bear the heavy oil in the air.
"Do you exchange weapons for coins?" Heng Xīnyán asked the old man who stood behind the brown counter.
He looked at her with interest surfacing in his bright eyes, "What kind of weapon?" he leaned forward on the wooden counter making Heng Xīnyán take a few steps back from his foul breath that almost made her faint.
The old man paid her no mind as he urged her to take out the weapon. His eyes watched her with faint anticipation. Under his hot fierce eyes, Heng Xīnyán took the sword out of her sleeves and the old man gasped in shock. His wrinkled pale hands stretched out to the silver sword.
"Fellow cultivator," The old man collected the sword from Heng Xīnyán.
Heng Xīnyán watched him. "How is it?" She asked. The old man watched the sword. His eyes bright and his lips opened to utter, "Are you sure you want to sell this sword, fellow cultivator?"
Heng Xīnyán nodded. "Yes, how many coins can I have for it?"
The old man muttered, "This sword was made out of the rare metal ore from Kuàng Continent. Then it was melted in hell's fire for a month then shaped into the sword."
Heng Xīnyán rolled her eyes, not interested. Yet, she hummed, behaving like she knew what the old man was blabbering about.
"So, how much is the sword?" She inquired again and the old man looked up at her with bright eyes unable to see the impatience in her dark eyes.
"I'll take it for one million gold coins," the old man muttered yet his hands were already collecting the sword, pulling it towards himself.
Heng Xīnyán hesitated. She was unsure of the currency in Ghost Cult but she knew gold coins were the highest yet one million sounded like little to her ears.
The old man saw her wavering attitude and was alarmed, "Two million gold coins!" He offered, Heng Xīnyán watched him with dim eyes and the old man grit his teeth, "Five million gold coins!"
Finally, a smile blossomed on Heng Xīnyán's face. Her red lips parted and her pearly white teeth almost blinded the old man.
Even, if the old man was bitter about all his savings going into this maiden's hands, he knew that he held a rare treasure in his hands. This silver sword was worth more than the prices he offered. It was practically priceless but seeing she accepted such a small amount.
His heart laughed at the foolish girl.
Yet, he didn't know that in maybe two to three months. The owner of the sword would come to his shop, raging for vengeance. Only, then did he realize that he lost five million gold coins for nothing.
However, that's in the future, right now. The old man last named Yin, helped Heng Xīnyán count all five million gold coins.
Heng Xīnyán collected the coins in a small pouch the old man offered. It was a spiritual bag, it may look little but it stored things larger than itself.
Finally, Heng Xīnyán exited the store. Stunned, she watched Bàolì Hua's raging face with a confused face.
"What happened?" Heng Xīnyán inquired and Bàolì Hua clenched her fingers.
"A fool happened," she spat bitterly.
Heng Xīnyán patted her shoulder, "Don't worry about that, we are rich little missies now!"
Bàolì Hua glanced at her, "How much?"
Heng Xīnyán wiggled her brows, "Five million."
Then, Bàolì Hua smiled. "That's good."