Jun Jiahao and his entourage's departure from the ordinary mansion caught the attention of everyone in the city.
The Jun aristocrat clan was a name to be reckoned with, and the people closely monitored every move of the clan.
The sudden visit of Jun Jiahao made it known to all that the so-called trash of the Jun aristocrat clan was living in such an ordinary mansion.
Quickly, news and gossip spread throughout the city, and many began to wonder what was happening.
Meanwhile, in the largest trading pavilion in the city, a middle-aged man was furiously banging on a table.
"What do you mean your men failed?!" he bellowed angrily.
This was their chance to get back at the Juns, but they missed such an obvious opportunity. Gao Chun had been desperately trying to climb the ranks within his clan, and when the chance to impress the clan dropped into his lap, he thought the heavens had answered his prayers.
Unfortunately, his idiotic subordinates failed the mission.
"Do you know what this means? Hmm?" he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at one of his men. "If the clan blames me for missing this rare opportunity, I'll have you hanged in the gallows!"
The young man shivered and fell to his knees. "My Lord, please give me another chance. I'll execute the mission personally!"
"Idiots! Do you think the Juns will give us another chance?" Gao Chun scoffed and commanded angrily, "Get out before I change my mind."
"So, he's the retarded fool of the Jun aristocrat clan," the Gu Patriarch muttered, rubbing his temple.
"Father, what should we do?" Gu Cheng asked, still furious and eager to exact vengeance on that bastard. Though Jun Wu was a Jun, to them, he was insignificant compared to the rest of the clan.
"Don't worry. How could I allow some trash to look down on us? We just need to wait for the right time to deal with him," his father responded with a sinister grin.
"But first, let's try to get our hands on the Mortal Grade weapon."
Apart from the news of Jun Wu, the most anticipated event in Silver Star City was the auction at the Silver Moon Auction House. All eyes were on the event.
"Father, with all our resources, I don't believe we can't get at least one of the two weapons," Gu Cheng said confidently.
His father looked at him, pride shining on his face. "It's time. Let's go to the auction house."
He was impatient and couldn't wait to claim a Mortal-Grade weapon for himself.
As the Gu clan made their way to the Silver Moon Auction House, every other major clan in the city was doing the same.
For those who had come from other cities, they were already waiting impatiently at the entrance.
The crowd surged in eagerly when the auction house opened its doors. It wasn't every day that one could witness a Mortal-grade weapon.
Even the city lord attended the auction—an event of such importance couldn't be missed.
Among those rushing into the Silver Moon Auction House was the renowned Elder Peng.
Seeing him, many in the crowd knew this auction would be a battle of the strongest.
Soon, the Gao aristocrat clan arrived with their entourage, welcomed by representatives from the auction house.
Shortly after, Jun Jiahao and his entourage arrived. The crowd at the entrance parted respectfully, allowing them to saunter into the auction house with the Silver Moon manager leading the way.
An hour later, the auction finally began. The atmosphere was calm for the first thirty minutes as the auctioneer sold rare pills and talismans.
Then, in the final hour, the first Mortal Grade weapon was brought forward.
When the weapon was unveiled, the previously quiet room erupted in chaos.
For many, this was the first time they had seen a Mortal-grade weapon.
Blacksmiths like Elder Peng stared at the weapon, their eyes shining with awe.
The bidding war began instantly, fierce and unrelenting.
While chaos unfolded at the auction house, Jun Wu was in his smithing room, engrossed in forging an item. Over time, the item began to take shape—a pair of boots.
This was no ordinary forging. Crafting such an item requires complex techniques.
He wouldn't have dared attempt this without the One Hundred Forging Technique.
After two hours, the forging was complete, and his body was covered in sweat.
Before him lay sleek, shiny black boots. Without wasting time, he began inscribing the runes.
He planned to inscribe two crucial runes: Speed Inscription and Wind Inscription.
Drawing upon his experience with the half-step Mortal Grade dagger, he felt confident in his abilities.
An hour later, he finished the final inscription. The boots glowed with a bluish light for a moment before the light faded.
"Young Master, did you succeed?" Zhang Wei asked nervously, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Jun Wu raised his head, flashing them a proud smile.
"What do you think?" he grinned, picking up the boots and putting them on.
"Young Master, you succeeded!" Mao Yun shouted excitedly.
The two rushed forward to inspect the boots. Staring at the sleek, shiny footwear, they were filled with awe and pride.
Who dared call their Young Master trash now?
"What's special about these boots, Young Master?" Zhang Wei asked curiously.
"Let me show you," Jun Wu responded, moving to the training field.
"Let's spar."
"Alright," Zhang Wei agreed, taking a fighting stance.
Filled with anticipation, Zhang Wei dashed forward, throwing a powerful punch.
Before, Jun Wu would have relied on defensive formations, which Zhang Wei expected. But this time, things were different.
Whoosh!
Jun Wu disappeared, leaving behind only a gust of wind. Zhang Wei's punch hit thin air.
Stunned.
"What speed?!" Zhang Wei and Mao Yun could hardly believe their eyes. This was a speed comparable to a First-Rated Martial Artist.
Though shocked, Zhang Wei was a veteran fighter and recovered quickly.
Turning to face Jun Wu, he was met with two deadly wind strikes.
Without hesitation, Zhang Wei shattered one strike and evaded the other, but Jun Wu had already moved.
Appearing behind Zhang Wei, Jun Wu unleashed four more wind strikes.
"Young Master, are you trying to kill me?!" Zhang Wei shouted as he barely avoided three strikes. The last one grazed his waist.
"Sorry," Jun Wu said, ceasing his attacks and help him up.
He hadn't anticipated the boots would amplify his battle power so significantly.
"Young Master, this is…" Mao Yun trailed off, speechless.
"Swift Wind Boots," Jun Wu replied, then sighed.
"What's wrong, Young Master?" Mao Yun and Zhang Wei were confused.
Despite his success, their Young Master seemed dissatisfied.
"There's a flaw. During forging, I needed Feathersteel Alloy to perfect the boots, but I couldn't find any. So, they're incomplete."
Hearing this, the two retainers shook their heads in exasperation.
With such power, their Young Master was still unsatisfied.
What a monster.
They rolled their eyes and ignored him.
"Young Master, congratulations. With these, you won't be passive in battle anymore," Mao Yun said.
"I can't wait to see the shock on the clan elders' faces when they learn you forged something this powerful," Zhang Wei added with a grin.
"I don't care about those bastards. I'm only waiting for your father's return. I can't predict how happy he'll be," Mao Yun said, his face filled with anticipation.
"I can't wait either," Jun Wu replied, gazing at the horizon.
In his mind, he was already planning his next creation.
The Swift Wind Boots were only the beginning.
He might not be a fighter like others, but he wouldn't lose to anyone.