[Name: Moonlit Fang (Sword of the Silent Night).

  Grade: Low-Tier Rare Grade (Inplete-version).

  Description: Fed under a rare lunar eclipse, the Moonlit Fang gleams with a cold, ethereal glow, its edge said to capture the light of the moon itself.

  Whispered to have the ability to strike silently and with deadly precision, it is a on feared for its spectral swiftness.

  It is cimed that with every swing, the sword draws upon the moon's energy Lunar Qi, growing stronger uhe night sky, and that those struck by it feel the chill of the moonlit night even in daylight.

  Ohe Moonlit Fang is fully restored from its inplete form, it will unlock its true potential, capable of eling the bined power of both the Sun and Moon.

  When whole, the sword will draw strength from the celestial bance, blending the fiery iy of the Sun with the cool precision of the Moon.

  This fusion will grant the wielder unparalleled power, allowing them to strike with the bzing force of daylight and the ethereal swiftness of the night.]

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  "Perfect! This sword was made for me," Reon thought inwardly, excitement bubbling within him. "With the Eclipse Orb, this on is exactly what I need. Sure, it's not the plete version, but even now, it el Lunar Qi—perfect for when I finally e the Eclipse Orb."

  His grin widened as a thought struck him. "Who knows? Maybe the System restore the sword to its full form. If that happens, I'll be able to el both Sor Qi and Lunar Qi, elevating my power to airely new level."

  Reon approached the ter, clutg the Moonlit Fang, his excitement barely taihe price tag read sixty-eight thousand nine hundred and y-ni Points, a steep amount but still within his budget.

  Was he going to pay full price for it? Not a ce.

  With a fident smirk, he pced the sword on the ter and pulled out his Esseoken from his spatial ring.

  The Token, a vital tool for all disciples, stored their Sect Points and granted access to various facilities within the sect.

  The Elder behind the ter gave Reon a long, baffled look, as though he'd pletely lost his mind.

  "Boy, are you out of your senses?" the Elder asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "You're spending so ma Points on a broken on? That sword has been sitting here ier Sect's onry Hall for hundreds of years. No one even spared it a gnce when it riced at a mere twenty thousa Points, and you're about to blow sixty-eight thousand on it?"

  The disbelief in his voice was unmistakable.

  "It's not sixty-eight thousand, you bastard; it's sixty-housand—just one point short!" Reon thought to himself, biting back the urge to speak.

  "Will the Elder accept twenty thousa Points for this on?" Reon asked, his voice steady but ced with anticipation.

  The Elder shook his head, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "I'm afraid that's not possible. While it's true that no one seems ied in this on, it remains a Low-Tier Rare Grade item, even in its broken state. Over time, its price has only increased, though it still falls short of the average for its kind."

  Reon's brow furrowed in disbelief. "Shouldn't a on that hasn't sold for a tury be priced lower? Why has its value risen instead of diminishing? If I'm the only potential buyer, what does that say about its worth?"

  "Look, Elder, I only have fifty-five thousa Points—the result of three long years of blood, sweat, and tears. Please, have some sympathy and lower the price," Reon implored, his frustration bubblih the surface.

  Behind him, Xu Yang stood in stunned silence, astonished by his brother's audacity. Hadn't Brother Xue earned enough Points to buy the on ht in just two days?

  Although he uood Xue Taiyang's strategy, he couldn't help but stifle a ugh at his brother's performaruggling to maintain his posure.

  Internally, Reon smirked, aware that he had already transferred fifteen thousa Points into Xu Yang's Esseoken after gng at the price tag.

  Even if the Elder checked his Esseoken, he would find only fifty-five thousa Points.

  "I only lower the price by five thousa Points. Take it or leave it," the Elder said sternly.

  "I see the Elder doesn't respect his ers' struggles. Fine, I'll just find a good Rare Grade on in three years. Wait for me, Elder; I'll return in three years," Reon said, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion as he turo leave.

  The Elder was taken aback, mistaking Reon for just another disciple making excuses. He failed to grasp the truth behind the pain in the young man's voice.

  The on was inplete and could shatter anytime, after all, and he could afford to sell it for less. He should just be rid of this thing.

  "Wait, young man. If you offer fifty-eight thousand, this on is yours," the Elder said.

  "Elder, I borrow a thousand from my brother over there, but I 't go any higher than that," Reon replied, nodding toward Xu Yang.

  "Deal," the Elder said hurriedly.