Dawn! Chen Ling's Worry

"Yes, those gangs committed every evil imaginable. They were practically parasites feeding on Pasture City!"

Lin Changsheng chuckled to himself.

Yan Zhen probably had not expected that the great hero 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 flashed 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 refine Qi-Replenishing Pills now."

Lin Changsheng glossed over it.

"You can refine Qi-Replenishing Pills now?! That's wonderful! Still, your body really is much stronger than before!"

Yan Zhen squeezed Lin Changsheng's arm and found the muscles bulging, hard as iron. She could not help feeling shocked.

"Sister Zhen, I'm done eating. Thank you."

Lin Changsheng grinned, wiped his mouth after finishing his meal, and spoke to Yan Zhen.

"Why be so polite with me? Come by more often when you have time."

Yan Zhen smiled.

"Mm!"

After bidding Sister Zhen farewell, Lin Changsheng headed straight for the Zhang Family Blacksmith Shop in the western part of the city.

Pasture City.

Western District.

Lin Changsheng stood at the entrance of the Zhang Family Blacksmith Shop.

Just now, he had handed Chen Ling's account book to the courier, who would deliver it to Southern Fujian City. Before long, Chen Ling would likely be thrown into prison and beheaded.

He had committed far too many evil deeds.

Enough to die several times over.

The Zhang Family Blacksmith Shop had nearly a century of history in Pasture City. For generations, the Zhang family had been blacksmiths.

Whether farm 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 end of the Western District. It was quite large and divided into two sections. The left side sold farm tools and household goods, while the right sold the eighteen kinds of weapons, from sabers and spears to swords and halberds.

"Greetings, sir. What weapon would you like to buy?"

As soon as Lin Changsheng entered the section selling sabers and swords, a tall young man with dark skin, a resolute face, and bright, piercing eyes stepped forward to greet him.

"I'd like to buy a long saber."

Lin Changsheng glanced over the weapons displayed on the racks.

Among the eighteen kinds of weapons, sabers and swords were the most numerous.

"Sir, you've certainly come to the right place! We have refined iron sabers, iron-cleaving sabers, hundred-forged steel sabers, and more. Take a look and choose whatever you like!"

The young man enthusiastically introduced the wares to Lin Changsheng.

"Mm. These sabers are all a little too light. Do you have anything heavier?"

Lin Changsheng picked up several sabers and swung them casually. They felt light and flimsy, not quite enough. After reaching the fifth stage of Golden Bell Shield, his physical strength had increased greatly, and even his bones had grown much thicker.

These ordinary sabers did not match his current strength in terms of weight.

"Yes! Please follow me!"

Hearing Lin Changsheng's words, the young man's eyes revealed a trace of surprise. He nodded and headed toward the rear hall.

The sabers displayed in the shop were all suitable for ordinary third-rate martial artists.

It was unexpected that this young man wanted an even heavier saber.

The front of the Zhang Family Blacksmith Shop was the storefront, while the back was where the forging took place. It was scorching hot there. Beside the furnaces, five or six muscular men were sweating like rain as they worked.

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, some unusual metal was mixed into this saber, so it is rather heavy. See if it suits your liking."

The saber was more than three chi long and two and a half cun wide. Its blade was pitch-black, while the hilt was carved with a grid pattern.

The scabbard was likewise engraved with a grid pattern.

Lin Changsheng took the saber and swung it a few times, then gently stroked its blade. A sharp, chilling aura seemed to pass into his fingertips, and it felt exceptionally smooth to wield.

"Not bad!"

Lin Changsheng praised it inwardly, then looked at the young man, Zhang Yi. "How much is this saber?"

"This thousand-hammered, hundred-forged saber took two months to forge. If you sincerely want it, forty taels."

After pondering briefly, Zhang Yi named the price.

Since it had been finished, the saber had gone unsold for three years. First, it was somewhat expensive. Second, ordinary saber wielders found it too heavy.

"Twenty taels. I'll take it."

A glint flashed in Lin Changsheng's eyes.

"Sir, you're cutting the price too harshly. How about this? Give me thirty-six taels and take it. I truly can't go any lower."

Zhang Yi's face showed difficulty.

Back then.

That unusual metal had cost quite a bit of silver, and the saber had indeed been hammered and forged countless times. It was an excellent weapon, only too heavy.

"Thirty taels, and I'll take it. 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-backed bow. With his Nine Stars Linked, he could unleash archery techniques. As long as he had a powerful bow capable of firing nine arrows in succession, then with his first-rate cultivation, even a first-rate expert would surely die beneath those nine consecutive arrows.

The wooden hunting bow at Sister Zhen's home was somewhat insufficient for his current strength.

He wanted to get an iron-backed bow. Only then would it match his strength.

However, Great Yu currently prohibited the private forging of bows and arrows. Zhang Yi would likely refuse, so Lin Changsheng gave up on the idea.

"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 it is. Take it!"

With a pained expression, Zhang Yi 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 kept appearing at the corner of the panel in his vision.

This saber is black from end to end, with a slightly white tip, like the pale belly of a fish in the morning sky. I'll call it Dawn!

Lin Changsheng thought to himself.

Pasture City.

County Office.

"Heavens! Please bless me that the great hero keeps his word!"

Chen Ling stood in the rear courtyard, gazing at a row of ancient ornamental evergreens before him. Deep worry filled his eyes.

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 were exposed, he would not have enough heads to chop off.

With his weakness in someone else's hands, it was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, leaving him sleepless night after night.

"My lord, many outside experts have appeared in Pasture City since yesterday afternoon."

At that moment, a middle-aged constable stepped forward and bowed with cupped fists.

This man was Chen Ling's subordinate, Zhang Han. His Gale Saber Technique was ferocious beyond compare, and he was only a hair's breadth away from advancing to a second-rate expert.

"Many outside experts have appeared? Do we know where they came from and why they are here?"

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes at the news.

The appearance of so many experts would affect the stability of Pasture City.

"My lord, according to what my subordinates 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, and the Lingnan Twin Eagles. Of them, there are two first-rate experts, twelve second-rate experts, and nearly a hundred skilled third-rate fighters!"

"I heard they came to kill someone."

Zhang Han spoke 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 great chance these outside experts had come for him.

His weakness remained in that person's hands, a grave hidden danger. If these experts had truly come for that man, then perhaps Chen Ling could finally sleep soundly.