Forging a Long Spear

Wang Yuan took the jade box, still warm to the touch. It felt slightly heavy in his hand, and he could even sense the Blood Essence contained within.

He nodded to Shi Long. "Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother."

With the matter settled, Shi Long didn't want to linger. He patted Wang Yuan's shoulder.

"Let's go, Junior Brother. Master will be waiting impatiently."

The two turned to leave.

Just as they were about to step out of the training ground, Wang Yuan seemed to remember something. He stopped and turned back to face Zhao Chuan, whose face was ashen and whose eyes seemed ready to spew fire, as well as the Flowing Cloud Martial Hall disciples with their complex expressions, daring not to speak despite their anger. Wang Yuan cupped his fists and said with sincerity and humility:

"My apologies for the intrusion to spar today. I have disturbed your cultivation, Senior Brothers."

"Your esteemed martial hall's spear techniques are exquisite and ever-changing, opening my eyes and benefiting me greatly."

"I bid you farewell."

His words were initially a matter of basic courtesy. He genuinely felt that through this spar, his understanding of spear techniques had indeed deepened considerably.

However, these words were like pouring oil on a fire to Zhao Chuan, who had just suffered a crushing defeat and lost a precious Crimson Blood Ginseng, and to the people of the Flowing Cloud Martial Hall.

This was blatant mockery and provocation!

Benefited greatly?

You, with just a few moves, defeated our martial hall's genius disciple, shattered our martial hall's white wax spear with your bare hands, and now you want to leave with a casual "benefited greatly"?

And "exquisite spear techniques"?

Exquisite my ass! If they were so exquisite, how could you have beaten them like this?

"You...!"

Zhao Chuan trembled with rage, pointing at Wang Yuan. He couldn't catch his breath, and his vision went black. The scolding words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single sound. He felt like his old face had been ground into the dirt and rubbed repeatedly today.

The disciples of the Flowing Cloud Martial Hall were also indignant, glaring at Wang Yuan, but none dared to step forward to stop him. If even Senior Brother Li Liang had been defeated so miserably, wouldn't they be asking for humiliation if they went up?

Shi Long looked at Zhao Chuan, who was on the verge of fainting from anger, and almost burst out laughing. He quickly pulled Wang Yuan.

"Let's go, let's go! Junior Brother, stop wasting time!"

"Don't provoke the Flowing Cloud Hall Master into coming out and beating us both. We'd have nowhere to cry then."

Wang Yuan glanced at the speechless Zhao Chuan with some confusion, not understanding where he had gone wrong again. But he still followed Shi Long, leaving the Flowing Cloud Martial Hall with great strides under a barrage of countless angry, resentful, and complex gazes.

Only after their figures disappeared did Zhao Chuan sigh with relief. "It's over. My Flowing Cloud Martial Hall has lost all face."

Back in the inner courtyard of Panshi Fist Academy, Shi Long could no longer hold back. His laughter, like a booming bell, echoed through the courtyard. He slapped Wang Yuan's back forcefully, making Wang Yuan's Blood Essence churn.

"Hahaha! Junior Brother, you did brilliantly!"

"You should have seen Zhao Chuan's face, it was like a dye shop, turning from green to purple, then to black."

"So satisfying! Truly satisfying!"

Shi Long grinned from ear to ear, clearly finding immense pleasure in making the Flowing Cloud Martial Hall suffer a setback. He stopped laughing and pointed at the jade box in Wang Yuan's arms.

"This Crimson Blood Ginseng is a good thing. For Martial Artists like you undergoing the First Blood Change, it's a great tonic."

"It can significantly strengthen your Blood Essence and speed up its accumulation, saving you a lot of hard work for your Second Blood Change."

"For someone like me, who's gone through the Third Blood Change, the effect is minimal. So, this spoils of war rightfully belongs to you."

Wang Yuan felt the warmth emanating from the jade box and nodded.

"Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother."

Shi Long waved his hand and his gaze fell on the white wax spear Wang Yuan had casually placed aside. His brow twitched as he asked, "Junior Brother, is this what you're using now?"

Wang Yuan followed his gaze and nodded.

"Mm, the training spear Master gave me."

Shi Long heard this and burst into another loud laugh, shaking the roof tiles.

"Hahaha! This thing is also called a spear?"

"This is just a firewood stick, Junior Brother. You're already a Martial Artist who can stand on your own."

"And you're a true disciple of our Panshi Fist Academy. How can you not have your own, real killing weapon?"

He collected his smile, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

"You know things haven't been peaceful in Gaoye City lately. The Black Wind Bandits are rampant outside the city, and there are undercurrents stirring within."

"Your talent is great, but open spears are easy to dodge, while hidden arrows are hard to guard against. Having a handy weapon for self-defense is always good."

Wang Yuan's heart stirred.

Indeed, a spear made of fine iron would be far superior to this wooden one in both power and durability.

Seeing Wang Yuan's interest, Shi Long waved his large hand and said with great bravado.

"Junior Brother, you might not know this, but my family runs a blacksmith shop."

"'Shi Family Blacksmith Shop' has some reputation outside the outer city of Gaoye City."

"We just received a batch of excellent fine iron recently, of extremely high quality."

"This spear of yours is on me."

"I guarantee I'll forge a good spear that fits you well!"

Only then did Wang Yuan realize.

No wonder Senior Disciple Brother was so burly and strong, far surpassing ordinary Martial Artists.

So his family was in this line of work. He must have tempered his muscles and bones and built up his strength since childhood.

He quickly waved his hands.

"Senior Disciple Brother, this will trouble you too much, and fine iron is not cheap. I..."

"Eh!"

Shi Long interrupted him directly, waving his palm-like hand dismissively.

"Why be polite with your Senior Brother?"

"A little fine iron is nothing."

"Just tell me, what kind of style do you want?"

"Length, weight, any special requirements?"

"I'll forge it and bring it back to you in a few days!"

Seeing Shi Long's enthusiasm and generosity, Wang Yuan no longer stood on ceremony.

He knew the importance of a well-fitting weapon for a Martial Artist.

And given the current situation, he really needed one.

He pondered for a moment, recalling the feeling of using the white wax wood spear and his own Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone physique, and spoke.

"Since that's the case, I'll trouble Senior Disciple Brother."

"Your Junior Brother doesn't have high demands. The spear shaft should be black, matching my height, and the weight... about fifty percent heavier than a standard regulation spear."

"The spearhead needs to be sharp and tough."

"Hmm... preferably in the shape of a Three-Edged Armor-Piercing Cone."

He was taller and stronger than others his age, and ordinary spears were indeed too light for him.

Black was inconspicuous, suitable for night operations.

The Three-Edged Armor-Piercing Cone spearhead had strong penetration, inflicted wounds that were difficult to heal, and was more lethal.

Shi Long listened carefully, his ox-like eyes flashing with brilliance, and grinned.

"Good! Black is steady, and adding fifty percent weight is just right for your build."

"Three-Edged Armor-Piercing Cone? Heh heh, Junior Brother is also a ruthless character."

"No problem, it's on me! Just wait and see!"

He could already picture the fierce spear about to be born.

And the heroic figure of his Junior Brother wielding it, filled with excitement at forging a divine weapon.

For a blacksmith, being able to forge a personalized weapon for a Martial Artist with unlimited potential was itself an honor and a pleasure.

Wang Yuan looked at the enthusiastic Shi Long, a sense of anticipation rising in his heart.

A true spear of fine iron, combined with his increasingly proficient Mountain Breaking Spear Technique and the immense strength of his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone physique, how much power would it unleash?

As for the reward, a custom-made spear with fine iron would cost at least a thousand taels of silver.

He couldn't afford it himself, and Senior Disciple Brother Shi Long didn't care about such a small amount of silver.

But Wang Yuan firmly kept this favor in his heart.

His personality had always been to repay kindness and avenge grudges.

Speaking of grudges, there had been no movement from the Black Tiger Gang for a long time.

Wang Yuan still remembered the persecution in Bluestone Alley back then.

Now, he was just waiting. Once the long spear arrived, it would be the Black Tiger Gang's death day.

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