People Compared to People Are Enough to Drive One Mad

People Compared to People Are Enough to Drive One Mad

Tang San was engrossed in making hidden weapons and had not even eaten breakfast. Strangely, Old Jack had not come either.

And so, as the blazing sun gradually rose overhead, a joyful cry rang out from the Blacksmith Shop after more than five hours of forging and casting.

Tang San now held a hidden weapon resembling a Sleeve Arrow. Though it contained only three arrows, it had been made with exquisite craftsmanship. Each arrow had three blood grooves, and the conical tips were threaded, making them look exceptionally penetrating.

"Feng Ge, I made two. One is for you."

Drenched in sweat, Tang San handed the other Sleeve Arrow to Qin Feng.

It had to be said that Tang San possessed remarkably high emotional intelligence. Rather than boasting directly to Qin Feng about how impressive the Sleeve Arrow was, he gave it to him. This not only earned him goodwill, but also allowed him to indirectly display his own skill to Qin Feng.

When it came to forging, he truly could not compare to Tang Hao, nor could he even compare to Qin Feng. But who in this world could cast two Sleeve Arrows within five or six hours?

Forget five or six hours—even given one or two days, no one could make such finely crafted Sleeve Arrows.

He did not know where this potential had come from. He had actually completed such a massive undertaking in merely five or six hours!

"Thanks, Xiao San."

Qin Feng accepted the Sleeve Arrow, inwardly marveling. Had he somehow stimulated Tang San?

He remembered that Tang San had needed a full three months to make his first hidden weapon. Now it had taken only five or six hours. Who would believe that?

Even Qin Feng, who had witnessed the entire process firsthand, could not help doubting it. Turning a block of iron into a hidden weapon required many steps: first forging the pig iron, then casting it into shape, carefully polishing it, and annealing or cooling it. Although Tang San had chosen to cool it with water rather than let the heat dissipate naturally through annealing, five or six hours was still absurdly exaggerated.

Qin Feng carefully stroked the Sleeve Arrow, which still carried residual warmth. He wondered whether Tang San had cut corners.

"Then, Feng Ge, I'll go take a bath first. Grandpa Jack should be coming soon."

Seeing Qin Feng absorbed in the hidden weapon he had made, Tang San, covered in sweat, felt a surge of satisfaction. After hammering away desperately for six hours, he had finally vented his frustration.

"Mm-hm."

Qin Feng nodded.

This shouldn't be possible. How could it have been so fast—and so refined?

After Tang San entered the inner room, Qin Feng pondered to himself.

He picked up the iron hammer and began tapping lightly.

For some reason, the more he hammered, the more excited he became. He looked as though he had been injected with adrenaline.

The scene of Tang San making the hidden weapon kept replaying in his mind.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Qin Feng was drenched in sweat, and the Blacksmith Shop looked ready to collapse!

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Qin Feng's Spirit Power Value kept increasing, but he paid it no mind. At that moment, his focus was terrifying.

He was using the scrap iron Tang San had left behind. It had already been forged by Tang San, and after Qin Feng further worked it, it had long since reached the casting stage.

His hands seemed beyond his control, repeatedly recreating the process Tang San had used to make the hidden weapon.

Time passed, and half an hour went by.

A loud splash came from the nearby water bucket, and a fiery-red object instantly turned silver-gray.

"Xiao San, Grandpa's here to pick you two up."

Another ten or so minutes passed, and Old Jack's voice sounded from outside.

Tang San had enjoyed a nice soak, and his mood was incomparably refreshed.

He had not wanted to compete with Qin Feng. He only wanted to reclaim the dignity of a Tang Sect transmigrator, and just now, he had finally managed it.

"Feng Ge, what happened to you?"

Seeing Qin Feng covered in sweat, Tang San, who had just finished bathing, asked in confusion.

"Grandpa Jack is here. Give me two minutes—I'll take a quick bath and come out."

Qin Feng grabbed his clothes and hurried off to wash up.

He had never expected the system to possess this kind of function.

"What happened to Feng Ge?"

Tang San was full of confusion as he walked over to where they had been forging earlier.

He suddenly discovered that the slab of iron that had been left over was gone.

Had Feng Ge just tried forging?

When he had been bathing, he had vaguely heard the sound of forging from inside.

"This...!"

Tang San suddenly froze in place. An unbelievable light surged in his wide eyes, and his face turned deathly pale, as if all the blood had been drained from him.

This was a Falling Leaf Eagle Hook Arrow!

Its tip was conical and curved with hooks, while its tail was as slender as a leaf. Not only could it increase speed, it could also maintain balance.

"Feng Ge, did you make this?!"

Just then, Qin Feng, having finished his bath, walked out of the inner room.

Old Jack was already preparing to enter, so Qin Feng naturally had to move quickly.

"Mm-hm. I was bored, so I copied what you did and made one. I even improved it a little."

Qin Feng answered while putting on his clothes.

"Good. Impressive."

After hearing Qin Feng's affirmative answer, Tang San's mouth twitched.

The Falling Leaf Eagle Hook Arrow was one of the Tang Sect's ordinary hidden weapons. Though ordinary, it was still twice as difficult to make as the one he had just created.

Qin Feng had actually made one in just over half an hour. It was simply astonishing. After all, he had never learned any of this!

Damn it, if those old men from the Tang Sect met him, they would probably bring him back and worship him like an ancestor, wouldn't they?!

Comparing people truly was enough to drive one mad. He was at least a transmigrator—couldn't this guy be a little friendlier? This time, Tang San had no choice but to admit defeat!

"Xiao San, Xiao Feng, Grandpa's here to pick you up."

At that moment, Old Jack walked in.

"Good afternoon, Grandpa Jack."

Qin Feng and Tang San both greeted him obediently.

"You two little ones are so well-behaved. Have you packed everything?"

Old Jack was deeply gratified as he stroked Tang San's head and asked.

With two such sensible children, no amount of extra hardship would be too much.

"We've packed everything."

Tang Hao had told the two of them to pack that morning, so naturally they would not delay over it now.

"Tang Hao! I'm taking these two children with me, then!"

Old Jack called out to Tang Hao inside.

But apart from snoring, there was no reply.

Old Jack helplessly shook his head, his eyes seemingly full of disappointment.

For a father to behave like this, he truly did not know how Xiao San had survived all these years.

And so, Qin Feng and Tang San carried their luggage to the village entrance.

"If it's too heavy, let Grandpa carry some of it for you."

Seeing that the two children were carrying quite a lot, Old Jack asked with concern.

"Thank you, Grandpa Jack, but we can manage."

Qin Feng even ran ahead, showing that this little bit of luggage was no trouble.

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Ding! Congratulations, you have advanced to Level 9 Spirit Scholar.

Suddenly, as Qin Feng's breathing quickened and his Spirit Power Value increased, the long-unheard mechanical female voice rang out in his mind once again.

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