Make Divine Weapon Pavilion Work for Him

Chen San did not stay long. After setting down the materials for forging divine weapons, he left.

Since Lin Changqing had offered such a high price, Chen San naturally had to do his utmost to see the matter through properly.

Over the next few days, aside from cultivating every day and guiding Lin Hu in his cultivation, Lin Changqing also had to forge divine weapons.

The materials Chen San delivered this time were twenty jin of Cloud Gold and one hundred jin of ordinary steel.

Cloud Gold was a special metal used to forge divine weapons. Its value and effects could not compare to Black Gold Iron, but it was the most commonly used material for divine weapon forgers crafting Ninth Rank divine weapons.

The amount Chen San had provided would, in the hands of an ordinary divine weapon forgemaster, be enough to forge at most two Ninth Rank divine weapons.

Clearly, Chen San had calculated it all beforehand.

But Lin Changqing was different.

He had innovated the Forging Technique. To forge a Ninth Rank divine weapon of the same grade, he needed at most five jin of Cloud Gold.

That meant Chen San's twenty jin of Cloud Gold was enough to forge four Ninth Rank divine weapons.

In truth, this was precisely the main reason Lin Changqing had chosen to work with Divine Weapon Pavilion.

Divine Weapon Pavilion supplied the materials. Not only did Lin Changqing earn the forging fees for two divine weapons from them, but he also gained the materials for two divine weapons for free.

All things considered, he was making far more than Divine Weapon Pavilion.

To put it bluntly, he was practically making Divine Weapon Pavilion work for him.

If Chen San ever found out, he would probably cough up blood.

He had been running himself ragged, working himself to the bone, yet in the end, he would likely earn less than a third of what Lin Changqing made.

Time flew like a shuttle.

In the blink of an eye, five days had passed.

Early that morning, Lin Changqing sat cross-legged beneath the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, meditating as he visualized the Cosmic Galaxy.

He was comprehending Spiritual Power.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and two rays of divine radiance bloomed within his pupils.

Like long rainbows, they lingered in midair without fading.

Lin Changqing's figure flickered, and like a ghost, he had already arrived at the courtyard entrance.

"Changqing, Changqing..."

The moment he opened the courtyard gate, Lin Hu's shout came from the distance. There was urgency in his voice, but also a trace of delight. It seemed good news had arrived.

Before long, Lin Hu came sprinting over from afar.

"What is it that has you in such a hurry, Hu Zi..."

Lin Changqing asked in a deep voice.

"Changqing, Uncle Yongfan is back."

Lin Hu panted heavily, his face brimming with excitement. "He's at the village entrance. The people from Divine Weapon Pavilion escorted him back."

"Oh!"

The gleam in Lin Changqing's eyes intensified. Though he had already sensed something earlier, joy still appeared on his face. "It seems this Chen San truly has some skill."

"That's right. Shopkeeper Chen San from Divine Weapon Pavilion said he would bring Uncle Yongfan back within five days, and he really did it in just five days."

Lin Hu nodded as well. "The Chen Family truly deserves to be one of Fengle County's Three Great Families."

"The Chen Family has held sway over Fengle County for centuries. Naturally, they possess considerable influence."

Lin Changqing nodded slightly, his eyes flashing as he looked into the distance.

At that moment, a carriage was approaching his courtyard amid a crowd of people. Some were villagers from Green Mountain Village.

There were also four men—the very Guards who had escorted Chen San here last time.

The carriage stopped at the entrance to Lin Changqing's courtyard. A lean, dark-skinned Middle-aged Man stepped down from it.

He was Lin Yongfan, Lin Changqing's father in this life.

"Father..."

Lin Changqing looked at Lin Yongfan as he emerged from the carriage. His pupils contracted slightly before he smiled and went forward to greet him.

He had inherited the previous owner's memories and emotions.

Naturally, he felt no awkwardness toward Lin Yongfan, this father of his.

In fact, seeing Lin Yongfan's deep-set eye sockets and exhausted face, his nose could not help but sting.

There was no need to say it—Lin Yongfan must have suffered greatly during this time.

"Changqing..."

A broad smile appeared on Lin Yongfan's face. He patted Lin Changqing's shoulder and said, "I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime.

"I heard from these brothers that you were the one who asked Shopkeeper Chen of Divine Weapon Pavilion for help."

Get Dad out of that hellhole.

"You've suffered."

"Dad, I haven't suffered. Go inside and rest first!"

Lin Changqing shook his head slightly, then said to the others in the village, "Uncles, my father has just returned. Let him have a good day's rest.

Tomorrow, I'll set a few tables and treat all the uncles in the village. You must honor me with your presence..."

"Changqing, you're too polite. But Yongfan's return is indeed a great joy."

"Exactly. I heard the Imperial Court conscripted quite a few blacksmiths this time, and not a single one came back. For Yongfan to return, it still comes down to Changqing being capable."

"Changqing, I heard you're working with Divine Weapon Pavilion now. That's truly impressive!"

After discussing things for a while, the villagers gradually dispersed.

Only then did Lin Changqing cup his fists toward the four Divine Weapon Pavilion Guards who had escorted Lin Yongfan back. "Thank you, the four of you."

As he spoke, he took out a silver note worth one hundred taels and handed it to one of the Guards. "A small token of my appreciation..."

"Th-this, Young Master Lin, we can't accept it. We were merely carrying out orders. The Shopkeeper said that we had to make sure Master Lin returned safely."

Though the Guard said so, his eyes gleamed as he looked at the silver note in Lin Changqing's hand.

One hundred taels was no small sum.

Even split among the four of them, each would receive twenty-five taels.

They might have been Divine Weapon Pavilion Guards, but they were not Ranked Martial Artists. Their monthly wages were only two taels of silver, and even with bonuses and a few extra benefits—

At most, they earned around three taels a month.

Twenty-five taels was equivalent to more than half a year's wages.

How could they not be tempted?

"Take it. Shopkeeper Chen is Shopkeeper Chen; this is just a small token from me." Lin Changqing smiled and stuffed the silver note into the Guard's hand. "Oh, and brother, please pass a message to Shopkeeper Chen for me.

Mr. Lin thanks him for acting.

Tell him to send someone to collect the goods in ten days..."

"Then thank you, Young Master Lin. We'll be sure to deliver the message."

The Guard no longer refused. After accepting the silver note, he cupped his fists to Lin Changqing in farewell.

They drove their carriage away from Green Mountain Village at speed.

After the four had left, Lin Changqing entered the courtyard. Lin Yongfan, however, seemed to want to say something but hesitated. Along the way, he had heard the four Guards speak quite a bit about Lin Changqing.

He still could not believe it, as though he were living in a dream.

Who could have imagined that after being gone for only a month or two, his son would have become so accomplished? He had actually formed ties with the Shopkeeper of Divine Weapon Pavilion.

And just now, he had handed over one hundred taels of silver without a second thought.

That was one hundred taels!

Lin Yongfan could not earn that much even if he went without food or drink for an entire year, yet Lin Changqing had simply given it away. And from the look of him, he did not feel the slightest heartache, as though he had not given away one hundred taels, but one hundred copper coins.

"Dad, take a bath first, then get a good night's sleep. Once you've rested up, I'll explain everything to you properly."

Quick-witted as he was, Lin Changqing saw through Lin Yongfan's thoughts at a glance and smiled faintly.

He got up and went into the room to prepare a medicinal bath for Lin Yongfan.

Lin Yongfan must have overworked himself during this time and damaged his vital energy.

Soaking in a medicinal bath would help him greatly.