Mò Dāo, Heavy Mountain!

When Chu Feng spoke, the blacksmith said, "Then let me show you, honored guest..."

Next, Chu Feng saw the blacksmith, along with two apprentices, carrying a long saber from a corner of the wall.

The blacksmith and his two apprentices walked with incredibly heavy steps, their faces tense, clearly indicating the item they were carrying was not light.

The three struggled to lift it onto the table and introduced it: "This saber blank was forged from outer-space meteorite iron mixed with various precious irons. It weighs three hundred and eighty-six jin!"

The blacksmith looked at the saber blank with a complex expression. This long saber was his ambitious creation.

He had used many rare ores, intending to make a name for himself with it. However, when the saber was finished, it was surprisingly heavy, and no one could wield it.

He was unwilling to recast it, so he set it aside. It had not even been sharpened to this day!

Chu Feng ignored the blacksmith's thoughts and picked up the saber blank with one hand.

This saber blank had a wide blade and a long hilt, exceeding ten feet in total length, very much like the Mò Dāo of the Tang Dynasty in his past life, also known as a war horse saber.

This was definitely a battlefield weapon. One strike would shatter both man and horse, making it invincible!

Chu Feng swung it casually with one hand, just as easily and comfortably as before, as if the three hundred jin of weight made no difference compared to the sixty jin ring-pommel saber he had used earlier.

But the shopkeeper and the apprentices felt differently.

A fierce wind raged inside the room, the saber whistling as if a level ten gale had struck. Surrounding objects were scattered, and the house itself seemed to be shaking.

The facial muscles of the blacksmith and his apprentices were severely distorted by the wind, and they momentarily lost their balance.

The blacksmith suppressed his fear and urgently said, "Hero, hero, please stop swinging it! My house is about to collapse..."

Chu Feng stopped his movement. The hilt of the saber rested on the ground, its tip extending two feet above his head. The strong wind dissipated, and peace was restored inside the house.

"The weight is just right, and it feels comfortable in my hand. I'll take this one..."

The space was limited, so he had only swung it a few times casually.

The blacksmith and his apprentices felt their hearts leap into their throats. How could this nearly four-hundred-jin weight feel like nothing in his hands?

"I was blind not to recognize your true worth. Young hero, you truly possess divine strength!" The blacksmith was completely awestruck by Chu Feng's power.

"Twenty taels is already a bargain for me. I'll add another fifty taels." Chu Feng played with the long saber, unable to put it down.

"Please wait a few days, honored guest. I will sharpen this 'Heavy Mountain' for you right away." The blacksmith said with a beaming smile and reached for his tools to sharpen the blade.

"No need. A heavy sword without an edge! It doesn't need sharpening."

Chu Feng refused the blacksmith's kind offer. With a weight of three hundred and eighty-six jin, a single strike would leave flesh and blood unrecognizable. Why would it need sharpening?

He smiled and said, "Heavy Mountain, as heavy as a mountain. One strike will shatter man and horse! I like this name!"

In Yong'an City, the backyard of Fang Manor...

A rock garden stood in the center of the garden, with trickling water flowing from between the stones, forming a clear pool.

Lotus flowers bloomed in the pond, and koi carp swam leisurely.

Fang Jian Xing casually scattered fish food from his hand into the lake, causing many koi to scramble for it.

He glanced at Gao Han, who stood silently beside him, and said in a low voice.

"Elder Gao, I believed you had potential, so I promoted you and rewarded you with a Muscle Tendon Pill. Is this how you repay me?"

Fang Jian Xing's words grew increasingly cold towards the end.

"You failed to find the runaway slave, and after three days, there is still no result in investigating the murderers of my Fang family!"

"Young Master, please forgive me. I have found a clue, but it was disrupted by that cook at the Hongyun Restaurant..." Gao Han explained in a low voice, not daring to look up.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but touch the scab on his face.

A thoughtful look flashed in Fang Jian Xing's eyes. "That old man in the Bone Forging Realm came to Yong'an City and greeted my father. His strength should not be underestimated. Such a person would not bother to sneakily kill a few servants of my Fang family."

Gao Han had originally intended for the Fang family to help him vent his anger, but he hadn't expected the Fang family to be so wary of that Bone Forging Realm martial artist. He immediately abandoned that idea.

He then said, "Young Master, the lead from the Hongyun Restaurant has gone cold. However, my investigation revealed that the five murdered servants were looking for trouble with someone. I believe there is a connection."

"Then hurry and go find them! The entire Yong'an City is laughing at my Fang family right now. If this matter is not resolved by tomorrow, you will return to the executioner's block!"

Cold sweat streamed down Gao Han's face. Just as he was about to bow and retreat, Fang Jian Xing suddenly called him back.

"Wait. Since you're going to apprehend someone, bring back a few 'materials' along the way. Father will need them..."

Fang Jian Xing seemed to have thought of something, and his face was filled with longing.

"Yes!" Gao Han's heart tightened, and he quickly agreed.

After bidding farewell to the blacksmith, Chu Feng walked back into the street with the wrapped Heavy Mountain saber.

He hadn't gone far when he suddenly noticed a commotion among the people ahead.

The panicked crowd parted to both sides, and the sound of horse hooves grew closer.

Chu Feng stood still and gazed into the distance, wanting to see who was so arrogant.

Two breaths later, Chu Feng saw the person galloping on horseback.

Gao Han, whom he had met three days prior, was clearly visible with a freshly scabbed bloodstain across his face.

Behind him were Fang Family guards and household servants, all looking energetic and robust, forming a stark contrast with the gaunt, sallow-skinned commoners around them.

Chu Feng recognized these guards; they were among the best of the Fang Family guards, each a Quenching Flesh martial artist.

Chu Feng stood at the street corner, watching them pass by!

Gao Han's gaze swept over Chu Feng, who was by the roadside.

The young man was thin, but his back was straight, and his eyes were bright and sharp. Especially the long object wrapped in burlap on his back made him stand out from the crowd.

Although he found it strange, Gao Han didn't stop. Three days had passed without any news of the perpetrator, and Fang Jian Xing was growing increasingly impatient.

He was investigating the deaths of several household servants a few days ago, intending to trouble someone. These servants had been killed on their way to find that person.

They were the first wave of victims. Afterward, the "god of slaughter" had killed Fang Yun Hu, a collateral descendant of the Fang Family, perhaps to cover something up.

The group passed by grandly, disappearing around the street corner in the blink of an eye.

Chu Feng's appearance had been disguised, so Gao Han naturally didn't recognize him.

He watched the direction Gao Han had departed, a thoughtful expression on his face.

If he remembered correctly, this road led towards West Street in the southern part of the city.

Could it be that Gao Han had already discovered something?

"Whatever, let me test the strength of the Muscle Tendon Realm!"

In an instant, Chu Feng made up his mind and strode quickly in the direction the horses had gone.

West Street, southern city, Lin Da Niu's home.

Smoke curled from the cooking fire in the courtyard, and the aroma of meat wafted from an iron pot.

"Gulp..."

Lin Qiao Er swallowed, saying like a little glutton, "Brother, how much longer?"

"When it's ready, Father and Mother will eat first," Lin Da Niu said, feigning seriousness.

Today was the Ghost Festival, a day for him to honor his parents and ancestors, and he had to set an example for this little girl.

"Okay." Although Lin Qiao Er was impatient, she knew what was important.

Just then, a group of people suddenly kicked open the door and entered.

Lin Da Niu turned and saw the fierce-looking Gao Han and his men approaching aggressively.

"Lin Da Niu, we have something to ask you. You need to come with us."

"The Fang Family has a matter, so I naturally wouldn't dare to delay. I'll go with you."

Lin Da Niu knew how overbearing the Fang Family was; if he didn't cooperate, there would be no good consequences!

Even though Lin Da Niu was compliant, the Fang Family guards still grabbed him like wolves and tigers.

"Bring that little girl too. The master will need her..." Gao Han suddenly added.

"Lord Gao, my sister never leaves the house and has never provoked anyone. Do you need to bring her?" Lin Da Niu asked anxiously.

"You are not in a position to bargain. Take them both!"

Gao Han didn't bother saying more and directly ordered the guards to escort them away.

As they walked out of the alley, Gao Han mounted his horse, preparing to take them back for a thorough interrogation. Suddenly, he saw a young man in hemp clothing standing in the middle of the street.

"Long time no see, sir. You're as distinguished as ever!"