"Hu Qi, the two items you exchanged for are here. Please sign for them."
The leader of the group spoke.
"Thank you!"
Hu Qi casually signed his name, thanked them, carried the two packages inside, and shut the door.
One was a small square box, while the other was a long, narrow package.
Hu Qi opened the long package first. Inside was a redwood case.
When he opened it, a pitch-black saber came into view.
The first thing he felt upon picking it up was its weight. By Hu Qi's estimate, the saber weighed at least fifty jin. At such a weight, an ordinary person would find it extremely difficult even to lift, let alone wield.
But to a Secret Martial Artist who had cultivated the power of qi and blood and possessed several thousand jin of strength, it was nothing at all.
The hilt was forged entirely from alloy, its surface carefully matte-finished. It was comfortable and non-slip in the hand, providing an excellent grip.
With a light pull, Hu Qi slowly drew the blade from its sheath.
It was likewise a straight saber, its blade long and perfectly straight, gleaming with a cold luster. Its edge was sharp as frost, carrying an eerie bluish tint.
From closer up, he could even feel a faint chill, as though it could effortlessly sever any obstacle in its path.
The spine of the blade was thick, lending it a steady, solid feel. Compared with his previous saber, this one was undoubtedly much larger.
He then gave it a couple of swings. The blade tore through the air with a ripping shriek.
"Good saber!"
As Hu Qi looked at it, qi and blood surged through his body, and his palm turned the color of brass.
After mastering Cloud Iron Body, he could