Eighth-Rank Divine Weapon: Startled Insects Blade

"Changqing... you, you've Entered the Ranks of Martial Dao..."

Only after Liu Yantao and the others left in a miserable state did Lin Hu finally recover from his shock. He stared at Lin Changqing in disbelief.

"That's right. I've indeed Entered the Ranks of Martial Dao."

Lin Changqing smiled and nodded.

"Where did you get a Martial cultivation method?" Lin Hu's face was full of confusion.

"It was the Five Elements Fist Daoist Yunyang taught us!" Lin Changqing smiled faintly. "Back then, I asked you to practice martial arts with me, but you refused.

"Yet I kept at it all along."

"Five Elements Fist? No way! Wasn't that just the Health Fist? It can actually let someone Enter the Ranks of Martial Dao? This... how is that possible?"

Lin Hu could not believe it.

"The Health Fist is also a Martial cultivation method. Why couldn't it allow one to Enter the Ranks of Martial Dao?"

Lin Changqing gave a light laugh, then his eyes narrowed slightly. "Hu Zi, do you want to cultivate Martial Dao..."

"Of course I do. I dream about it."

Lin Hu nodded at once.

"Good. I can teach you the Five Elements Technique I cultivate. But... whether you can ultimately succeed will depend on your own fortune."

Lin Changqing said solemnly.

He had created the Five Elements Technique for others to cultivate.

Besides, Lin Hu had always been close to him. They were brothers who had grown up playing together. Teaching him the Five Elements Technique and helping him Enter the Ranks of Martial Dao—

Perhaps Lin Hu might even be of some help in the future.

"Come to my house in three days. I'll teach you a brand-new Five Elements Technique."

Lin Changqing waved his hand with a smile, then said in a deep voice, "But before that, you need to do something for me."

"What is it?"

Lin Hu immediately said, "Just say the word. Even if I have to climb a mountain of blades or dive into a cauldron of oil, I, Lin Hu, won't so much as furrow my brow."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Lin Changqing waved his hand with a smile. "Isn't the village convoy heading into the city tomorrow? You should be going too, right?

"Bring back some medicinal ingredients for me while you're there."

Originally, Lin Changqing had planned to make a trip to the county town himself.

But after the matter with the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Lin Changqing felt it would be better not to go to the county town for the time being.

It was not that Lin Changqing feared the Divine Weapon Pavilion. He simply did not want to invite trouble.

Martial Cultivation flourished in this world.

No one knew how deep the waters outside truly ran.

He did not want to expose himself or draw attention. He only wished to keep a low profile and seek longevity.

The Divine Weapon Pavilion alone was nothing, and adding Chen San to the mix made little difference. But Lin Changqing did not want to provoke the Chen Family over a mere Chen San.

After all, the Chen Family was a great clan in Fengle County.

Once he provoked them, there would likely be endless trouble in the future.

Of course!

If, after this warning, Chen San still did not know when to stop and came looking for trouble again, then he, Lin Changqing, was not some soft persimmon anyone could knead at will.

"Just buying medicinal ingredients? No problem. Give me the prescription, and I'll bring them back when I enter the city tomorrow..."

Lin Hu immediately agreed.

"Good. Wait in the courtyard for a moment. I'll write down the medicinal ingredients I need, as well as the quantities."

Lin Changqing nodded with a smile, then went into the room. At the fastest speed possible, he wrote down the medicinal ingredients needed for Returning Origin Powder and Qihuang Black Ginseng Soup, along with the quantities to purchase.

Then he took out Fifty Taels of Gold for Lin Hu to carry.

Last time, he had spent Twenty Taels of Gold. He had thought it would last a month, but he had used it all up in less than half a month.

This time, he decided to buy more at once.

The medicinal ingredients bought with Fifty Taels of Gold should barely last him a month.

When Lin Hu saw the gold Lin Changqing had taken out, he was instantly frightened stiff.

It took him quite a while to finally calm down.

The way he looked at Lin Changqing changed once more.

Fifty Taels of Gold in one move—that was equivalent to five thousand taels of silver! No wonder Lin Changqing had not cared about the thousand taels of silver promised by the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

Damn, Lin Changqing could casually take out Fifty Taels of Gold. It was perfectly understandable that he would turn down the Divine Weapon Pavilion's thousand taels of silver.

"Hu Zi, remember this. Buy the medicinal ingredients separately from Uncle Yongteng and the others. Keep in mind... wealth must not be flaunted. Go to several different shops..."

Lin Changqing cautioned him carefully.

If he bought Fifty Taels of Gold worth of medicinal ingredients all at once, Lin Changqing worried that Lin Hu and the others would be targeted.

That was why he had Lin Hu purchase them separately.

Just in case.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful."

Lin Hu hurriedly nodded, his little heart still pounding wildly.

This was Fifty Taels of Gold. He had never seen so much gold in his entire life. How could he not be nervous?

"Don't worry. As long as you do as I say, there won't be any problems."

Lin Changqing patted Lin Hu on the shoulder.

After giving him a few more instructions, he finally let Lin Hu leave.

The Next Day.

After personally seeing Lin Hu, Lin Yongteng, and the others out of the village at the entrance, Lin Changqing turned and returned to his Small Courtyard.

Then he headed straight into the Forging Room.

He was preparing to forge a Divine Weapon for himself.

"Martial Cultivation differs from the power of the mind. A good Divine Weapon can raise my combat strength by quite a bit."

Lin Changqing muttered to himself as he opened the iron chest containing the Black Gold Iron.

Since it was for his own use, Lin Changqing naturally intended to forge a better weapon. He planned to use half of the Black Gold Iron, combine it with Hundred Refined Steel, and forge an Eighth Grade Divine Weapon.

After taking out the materials, Lin Changqing did not immediately begin forging the weapon.

Instead, he first designed a blueprint.

He needed to determine the weapon's style.

He took out paper and brush, making alterations for nearly an hour before finally settling on the weapon's design.

It was a battle saber, combining the characteristics of a Horse-Slaying Blade and a Tang Blade.

It was one point two meters long, with a slender blade and a single edge.

The blade edge curved slightly upward at the tip.

Its spine was thick and heavy, yet somewhat thinner than that of a Horse-Slaying Blade, giving it an air of keen sharpness.

Lin Changqing had not chosen a long saber as his weapon on a Sudden Urge. It was a decision he had considered carefully.

Compared to swords, he preferred sabers.

Lin Changqing felt swords were too elegant and drifting.

Though in the novels and television dramas of his previous life, swords were the weapons of protagonists,

Lin Changqing felt sabers were more overbearing, more hot-blooded.

"Now that the design is decided, let's begin!"

Lin Changqing put away the blueprint, muttered a sentence, and stopped wasting words as he began forging the long saber.

Clang, clang, clang...

Before long, the sound of hammer striking metal Came Out from the Forging Room.

Hammering, steel infusion, quenching.

It flowed like drifting clouds and running water, completed in one breath.

With Lin Changqing's current Flesh Body Realm, hammering without pause for an entire day was not a problem in the slightest.

At noon.

Lin Changqing finally completed the final steps of quenching and sharpening.

The saber was one point two meters long, exactly as shown in the blueprint.

The entire blade was a dark bluish-black, its surface densely covered in patterns. It looked ancient and unadorned, without anything particularly eye-catching about it.

That was precisely the effect Lin Changqing wanted.

Inconspicuous.

Yet incomparably sharp.

Clang... rumble...

With a shake of Lin Changqing's right hand, the long saber in his grasp trembled. A Blade Hum Sound immediately rang out like Spring Thunder Explodes.

A streak of blade light flashed, its sharpness fully revealed. Faintly, it seemed as though waves of heat swept through the room, raising its temperature by several degrees.

The blade's hum was like startled thunder, its edge like a blazing sun.

A brilliant light burst forth in Lin Changqing's eyes. This saber was absolutely among the finest of Eighth Grade Divine Weapons. Its sharpness could perhaps even rival a seventh-rank weapon.

"Good blade!"

Lin Changqing was overjoyed. Looking at the long saber in his hand, he muttered, "From now on, your name will be Startled Insects..."