"That's completely insane—where's my hammer?"
This damn Spirit Root was actually a picky eater!
On the morning of the sixth day.
The woodshed door finally opened.
Su Li emerged with disheveled hair, covered head to toe in black soot.
In the yard, Saina was feeding the chickens while Elena was stretching her legs. Hearing the sound, both women turned to look at him in unison.
With a thunderous clatter.
Su Li tossed three weapons straight onto the stone table.
"Finished."
Elena moved with astonishing speed, crossing the distance in two steps. Her gaze immediately locked onto the slender sword.
The blade was exceedingly narrow and entirely silver-white, with an exquisitely carved iris pattern on the guard.
She reached out and grasped the hilt. Wrapped in fine cured leather, it felt superb in her hand. Its weight was exactly two and a half pounds—not a fraction more, not a fraction less.
Elena casually flicked the sword through a flourish.
The blade sliced through the air, and the temperature around them plummeted.
The chill of the Ice Soul Ore was activated by aether, instantly condensing fine frost in the air.
"Fine sword." Elena was immensely satisfied, unable to put it down.
Saina dropped the chicken-feed basin and ran over, scooping up the short axe.
Its blade was exceptionally broad and dark red all over. It was tremendously heavy in her hand, weighing nearly twenty pounds.
An ordinary person would find it extremely difficult to wield the thing one-handed, but for Saina, who now possessed the brute strength of a third-rank knight, it was simply perfect.
She walked over to the tree stump used for chopping firewood and swung the axe one-handed.
She used no technique whatsoever—only raw strength.
With a shrill howl of tearing wind, the axe came crashing down.
The waist-thick