Qin Jun asked Fili for the direction to her home and flew straight toward Falcon City.

On the way, he said, "Fili, once we reach the city, head home alone. Your family must be worried sick."

Fili tilted her head. "Big Brother Dante, won’t you come with me? I want my father to thank you properly."

Qin Jun chuckled. "I’ve got my own matters to attend to."

*(Time for some adult entertainment.)*

A trace of worry flickered in Fili’s eyes. "What if I never see you again?"

In her mind, powerful figures like him were always here one moment, gone the next.

Realizing her fear, Qin Jun grinned. "Don’t worry. I’ll tell you before I leave. For now, I’ll leave the Phoenixbird with you. I’ll come find you later."

Fili’s face brightened. "Okay! I’ll wait for you at home."

"Count on it," he promised.

At Falcon City’s gates, they parted ways. Qin Jun handed the Phoenixbird to Fili, instructing the beast to obey her. With two monstrous beasts guarding her, Fili strolled home safely.

Watching her disappear, Qin Jun rubbed his hands together. *Today’s gonna be fun. Hello, lovely ladies.*

He grabbed a sleazy-looking middle-aged man. "Uncle, where’s the pleasure district?"

The man paled. "I—I don’t go to such places! Ask someone else!" He bolted.

*What’s the big deal? Just guy talk.*

Then Qin Jun understood. A furious woman chased the man, shrieking, "You scoundrel! Sneaking off to brothels behind my back? What if you actually had money?!"

Qin Jun winced, pressing a hand to his forehead. *My bad. Totally didn’t mean to.*

He finally got directions from a beggar. Even outside the building, perfume hung thick in the air—sweet, intoxicating.

He reached for the door—then froze. *Crap. I’m broke.*

No money. No credit. Causing trouble over unpaid tabs sounded exhausting. *Better earn some cash first.*

Inside a weapon shop, an elderly blacksmith hammered steel. White-haired but muscular, his stats stunned Qin Jun: *Level 69 Warrior.* *A small-time powerhouse... working here?*

The old man glanced up. "Buying weapons? Best in Falcon City. Regular or enchanted?"

Qin Jun shook his head. "Selling, actually."

The blacksmith snorted. "I only take quality pieces. Fair price if it’s good."

"You’ll be satisfied," Qin Jun assured him.

He pulled out the wooden staff he’d used to beat Renault Cort. Ordinary wood—but enchanted by Qin Jun himself.

The blacksmith—Alard—stared at the staff, then glared. "Boy, I may be a smith, but I’m no fool! Get out!"

Qin Jun stayed calm. "Look closer, Master Alard. It’s enchanted."

Alard hesitated. "Don’t lie to me."

He took the staff, activating its magic. Glyphs flared:

*Active Skill: +50% Strength (1 min)*

*Active Skill: +50% Movement Speed (1 min)*

*Active Skill: +50% Mana Regen (10 min)*

*Durability: Infinite*

Alard’s jaw dropped. *A divine artifact!* He’d crafted enchanted weapons before, but never with 50% stat boosts. His best was a mere +10% attack boost for warriors. And this worked for *all* classes—warriors, assassins, mages.

*Shame it’s just a wooden stick... no attack power.* But carried as a buff item? Still revolutionary.

*(Qin Jun had added these skills after beating Renault. Durability was the real sell.)*

Alard clutched the staff like treasure. Sweat beaded on his brow. "I... misjudged you. Name your price."

Qin Jun opened his mouth—

Alard stepped back sharply. "Once it’s in my hands, it’s sold. No take-backs."

Qin Jun laughed. "I wasn’t asking for it back. Just wondering what you’d pay."

Alard relaxed. "I won’t cheat you. One thousand Amethyst Coins."

"*One hundred?*" Qin Jun raised an eyebrow.

Alard added hastily, "Plus ten more! That could buy a mansion!"

*This old man’s richer than he looks. What’s his game?*

"Fine," Qin Jun said. "But explain your currency system. Denominations? Exchange rates?"

*How does someone with such a weapon not know basics?* Alard nearly interrogated him—*Who made this?*—but sighed. *Too old for schemes.*

*(Little did he know: messing with Qin Jun meant death.)*

Alard explained: "One Amethyst Coin = 1,000 Gold Coins. One Gold Coin = 1,000 Silver Coins. One Silver Coin = 1,000 Copper Coins."

Qin Jun nodded. "Hand it over. I’m in a hurry."

*(Biological urgency.)*

"Got a storage card?" Alard asked.

"No."

"Tch. Take mine. Carrying physical coins is a pain."

When Alard handed him the black card, Qin Jun frowned. "How’s it work?"

*Are you serious?* Alard bit back the words. "Just think how much to withdraw. It appears in your hand."

"Deposit works the same?"

"Yes. Your coins are loaded."

Amused by the old man’s grumpy honesty, Qin Jun tossed him a talisman. "If trouble comes, use this Chuanyin Card. Say ‘activate’ to speak with me." *(Forged on the spot.)*

He dashed out. *Finally. Time to enjoy myself.*