"Yes, those gangs committed every evil imaginable. They were practically parasites on Pasture City!"
Lin Changsheng secretly laughed.
Yan Zhen probably never imagined that the hero she spoke of was sitting right in front of her.
"Changsheng, are you at Hundred Herbs Hall now? Didn't I hear that you went to Iron Hand Martial School to learn martial arts before?"
Yan Zhen's beautiful eyes flickered as she asked.
"That's right. I learned Iron Sand Palm, and to strengthen my body, I joined Hundred Herbs Hall as well. I can make Qi-Replenishing Pills now."
Lin Changsheng glossed over it.
"You can make Qi-Replenishing Pills already?! That's wonderful! Still, your body really is much stronger than before!"
Yan Zhen pinched Lin Changsheng's arm. Finding the muscles bulging and exceptionally firm, she could not help feeling stunned.
"Sister Zhen, I'm done eating. Thank you."
Lin Changsheng grinned. After finishing his meal and wiping his mouth, he spoke to Yan Zhen.
"Why be so polite with me? Come by more often when you have time."
Yan Zhen said with a smile.
"Mm!"
After bidding Sister Zhen farewell, Lin Changsheng headed straight for the Zhang Family Blacksmith Shop in West City.
Pasture City.
West City.
Lin Changsheng stood outside the Zhang Family Blacksmith Shop.
Just moments ago, he had handed Chen Ling's account book to a courier for delivery to Southern Fujian City. Before long, Chen Ling would likely be thrown into prison and beheaded.
He had committed far too many crimes.
Enough to die several times over.
The Zhang Family Blacksmith Shop had a history of nearly a hundred years in Pasture City. Generation after generation of the Zhang family had been blacksmiths.
Whether it was farming tools or weapons such as sabers and swords, the Zhang family's work was second to none in the city.
The blacksmith shop stood at the far end of West City and was enormous, divided into two sections. The left sold farming tools and household goods, while the right sold the eighteen kinds of weapons—sabers, spears, swords, halberds, and more.
"Greetings, sir. What weapon would you like to buy?"
As soon as Lin Changsheng entered the section selling sabers and swords, a tall, dark-skinned young man with a resolute face and bright, piercing eyes came forward to greet him.
"I want to buy a long saber."
Lin Changsheng glanced over the weapons on the rack and spoke.
Among the eighteen kinds of weapons, he found that sabers and swords were the most numerous.
"Sir, you've come to the right place! We have refined iron sabers, iron-cleaving sabers, hundred-forged steel sabers, and more. Feel free to look around and choose whatever you like!"
The young man enthusiastically introduced the weapons to Lin Changsheng.
"Mm. These sabers are all a little too light. Do you have anything heavier?"
Lin Changsheng gripped the sabers one by one and casually swung them. They felt light as feathers, falling somewhat short of what he wanted. After reaching the fifth level of Golden Bell Shield, his physical strength had greatly increased, and even his bones had grown much sturdier!
These ordinary sabers could no longer match his current strength in terms of weight.
"Yes! Please follow me!"
Hearing Lin Changsheng's words, the young man's eyes showed a flicker of surprise. He nodded and headed toward the back hall.
The sabers displayed in the shop were meant for ordinary Third-Rate Fighter Realm martial artists.
Yet this young man actually wanted an even heavier saber. That caught him off guard.
The front of the Zhang Family Blacksmith Shop was the storefront, while the back was where iron was forged. It was scorching hot there. Beside the furnace, five or six burly men with bulging muscles were sweating like rain as they hammered away.
Bursts of banging rang out one after another.
The young man led Lin Changsheng into a room roughly three zhang square. Seventeen or eighteen weapons hung on the walls inside, including sabers, spears, swords, and halberds.
The young man stepped forward, took down a black long saber, and handed it to Lin Changsheng. "Sir, this saber has some exotic iron mixed into it, so it is rather heavy. See whether it suits your liking."
The saber was over three chi long and two and a half cun wide. Its blade was dark black, while a grid pattern had been carved into its hilt.
The scabbard was also engraved with a lattice pattern.
Lin Changsheng accepted the saber and swung it several times. As he gently stroked the blade, he felt a sharp, icy chill travel through his fingertips. Moreover, it was extremely handy to wield.
"Not bad!"
Lin Changsheng silently praised it, then looked at the young man, Zhang Yi. "How much is this saber?"
"This Thousand-Forged Saber took two months just to forge. If you sincerely want it, forty taels will do."
After a brief moment of thought, Zhang Yi replied.
The saber had remained unsold for three years since it was finished. First, it was a little expensive; second, ordinary saber wielders found it too heavy.
"Twenty taels! I'll take it!"
Lin Changsheng's eyes flashed as he spoke.
"Sir, you've cut the price far too hard. How about this? Give me thirty-six taels and take it. I truly can't go any lower."
A troubled expression appeared on Zhang Yi's face.
Back then.
That exotic iron had cost quite a bit of silver, and the saber had indeed been forged through countless hammerings. It was just too heavy.
"Thirty taels. I'll take it away for that price; otherwise, forget it."
A thoughtful look appeared in Lin Changsheng's eyes as he spoke in a deep voice.
He had originally wanted to buy an Iron-Tire Bow. With Nine Stars Linked, he could use Arrow Technique. So long as he had a powerful bow capable of firing nine arrows in succession, then with his First-Class Realm cultivation, even a First-Rate Master would surely die under nine consecutive arrows.
The wooden hunting bow at Sister Zhen's home was somewhat insufficient for his current strength.
He wanted an Iron-Tire Bow so that it would be worthy of his power.
However, Great Yu currently prohibited the private forging of bows and arrows. Zhang Yi would probably not agree, so Lin Changsheng let the matter go.
"Thirty-three taels!"
Struggle showed on Zhang Yi's face.
Lin Changsheng turned and left. His silver had not fallen from the sky. He had said thirty taels, and he would not spend even one tael more!
"Fine, thirty taels. Take it!"
Zhang Yi's face showed a pained expression as he hugged the saber and chased after him outside.
Lin Changsheng was quite satisfied. He took out thirty taels of silver and left the blacksmith shop.
Wind-Thunder Saber Technique experience +1 +1 +1 ...
With the saber on his back, Lin Changsheng walked into a gust of wind. Red experience notifications continuously popped up on the panel at the corner of his vision.
"This saber is black all over, but its tip is slightly white, like the pale belly of the sky at daybreak. I'll call it Dawn!"
Lin Changsheng thought to himself.
Pasture City.
County yamen.
"Heavens! Please let that hero keep his word!"
Chen Ling stood in the rear courtyard, looking at a row of millennium-old green ornamental trees before him, his eyes filled with deep worry.
Back then, he had recorded everything he had done over the years in an account book and handed it to that person. He knew full well that if the account book was exposed, he would not have enough heads to chop off.
With his weakness in someone else's hands, it was like a fishbone lodged in his throat, leaving him unable to sleep at night.
"My lord, since yesterday afternoon, many outside martial arts experts have appeared in Pasture City."
At that moment, a middle-aged constable stepped forward and cupped his fists with a bow.
This man was Chen Ling's subordinate, Zhang Han. His Gale Saber Technique was ferocious beyond measure, and he was only a hair's breadth away from advancing to the Second-Rate Expert Realm.
"Many outside experts have appeared? Do we know where they came from and what they are here for?"
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.
The arrival of so many experts would affect the stability of Pasture City.
"My lord, according to what my men have learned, there are nearly a hundred experts among them, including the Minnan Five Tigers, the Canglang Saber Warrior Lightning Saber, Violet Lightning Flying Dagger, the Lingnan Twin Eagles, and others. There are two First-Rate Masters, twelve Second-Rate Expert Realm martial artists, and nearly a hundred Third-Rate Realm fighters!"
"I heard they came to kill someone."
Zhang Han said in a deep voice.
"To kill someone?"
A thought flashed through Chen Ling's mind. Could it be him?
Pasture City's four great experts were already dead. Only that person possessed the highest strength. There was a strong chance these outside experts had come for that expert.
His weakness remained in that person's hands, always a grave hidden danger. If these experts had indeed come for that person, then perhaps he could finally sleep peacefully.
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