Professor Zhu

Having read the original novel, Wu Ming naturally knew how strong Blue Gold was. It was an A6-grade metal, comparable to the sixth tier of the Planetary Level!

As for hidden dangers, since Kro Alloy had boldly used Blue Gold in the future, there was most likely nothing else to worry about.

Besides, even if something did go wrong, he controlled his Psychic Weapons from afar, so it would not endanger him.

There was no need to consider the choice at all. If Blue Gold was available, he would definitely choose Blue Gold!

Still, Wu Ming asked, "By the way, Aunt Miao, if the Titanium-Blue Alloy were forged into a Flying Sword, how strong would it be?"

"Don't worry. It wouldn't be weaker than your battle saber—possibly even stronger."

Miao Yueling smiled. "By my estimate, even if it were designed as a light, thin Flying Sword, Titanium-Blue Alloy should still be able to withstand at least 200,000 kilograms of impact."

"To destroy the Flying Sword, one would need at least 300,000 kilograms of force."

"Two hundred thousand? Three hundred thousand?" Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and he was thoroughly excited. This was practically weaponry configured for an Intermediate Warlord!

Since Force of Will Amplitude differed from Force Amplitude, under the same burst of power, the pressure would be shared among multiple Psychic Weapons. Even if he unleashed his maximum strength, it would not damage the sword blades.

A battle saber was different. Though it could also be used by an Intermediate Warlord, once it unleashed a powerful Force Amplitude, it could easily exceed its load limit and shatter.

Thinking about it this way, Wu Ming even wanted to replace his battle saber's material with Titanium-Blue Alloy. He could just put up with the lighter weight.

Unfortunately, Miao Yueling quickly rejected the idea. Their Blue Gold reserves were too limited; at the same ratio, there was simply not enough to forge a complete battle saber.

Besides, if there were enough Blue Gold, then increasing the ratio to forge a Tungsten-Blue Battle Saber would still be the best option. In impact-resistance tests, Tungsten Alloy had always outperformed Titanium Alloy.

"Alright, then let's go with this plan."

Having settled the materials for his primary weapon, Wu Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking for a moment, he added, "By the way, Aunt Miao, I also want a set of metal battle armor made from high-strength materials."

"There's no need to consider the burden its weight would place on my body. The more material, the better. Do you have any suggestions, Aunt Miao?"

"Battle armor?" Miao Yueling thought for a moment. "If you want to pile on the materials, that's naturally no problem. But in that case, it wouldn't be suitable to mix in Blue Gold. Better to forge it entirely from Tungsten Steel."

"The factory's Tungsten Steel output is fairly high. Putting together a full suit of armor for you would be easy. And with thick, heavy metal, there's no need to consider compressive resistance. It's not something that can be broken with a few hundred thousand kilograms of force."

"Xiao Ming, what do you think?"

"Sounds great." Wu Ming nodded repeatedly. Naturally, he had no objections.

With that, he had accomplished all the objectives of this trip. All that remained was figuring out how to manufacture the equipment.

But that question stumped Miao Yueling, because she did not understand weapon forging at all.

After giving it some thought, she said, "Xiao Ming, I suggest that you find a cold weapon master to design the specifications for your battle saber and Flying Sword. You can't rely purely on imagination. Otherwise, even if the weapons are forged, they may not be suitable for actual combat."

"A cold weapon master..." Wu Ming naturally understood the reasoning, but the problem was that he was merely a student. Where was he supposed to find connections like that?

Then Ruan Zaixing suddenly spoke up. "If you can't find anyone, perhaps I can ask around for you. But you may have to pay a price."

"Oh? No problem." Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed.

He believed Uncle Ruan would not cheat him. Even if he had to pay some price, it would definitely be within his means.

Miao Yueling asked, "Old Ruan, could the person you mean be Professor Zhu Huazhi?"

"Yes, him." Ruan Zaixing nodded. "The group has some business dealings with Professor Zhu, so we can barely be considered acquainted."

"Professor Zhu?"

Wu Ming asked curiously, "A master of cold weapons is actually a professor?"

"He isn't an ordinary cold weapon master."

Ruan Zaixing smiled faintly and explained, "Zhu Huazhi comes from a Shu School family of saber and sword smiths. He is an inheritor of a national intangible cultural heritage and is proficient in the manufacture of many cold weapons, especially sabers and swords."

"When he was young, he studied at Kyoto University and earned a doctorate in metallic materials. After graduating, he returned to his hometown to develop his career, and was later hired as a professor by the Southwestern Institute of Technology."

"He has quite a reputation in cold weapon circles, but unfortunately, his personality is proud and stubborn, making him difficult to get along with. Even I can only barely speak to him through the group's business."

After a pause, he added, "But I heard that his daughter was infected with the RR Virus yesterday. She's unconscious and hasn't woken up, and he's been searching everywhere for medicine."

"If there's still time, I think Xiao Ming could give him a special-effect medicine to save his daughter. With that favor, I imagine he wouldn't refuse to design these cold weapons."

"Xiao Ming, if you're willing, I can help you contact him."

Wu Ming did not hesitate and nodded repeatedly. "I'm willing. Of course I'm willing."

Just hearing that résumé told him the man was no ordinary person—a Kyoto University doctorate and a university professor.

If such a master-level figure designed his weapons, then nothing could possibly go wrong.

So, in front of everyone, Ruan Zaixing called Zhu Huazhi and explained the purpose of their visit.

When Zhu Huazhi heard that someone was willing to use a special-effect medicine to hire him to design weapons, he agreed without the slightest hesitation. Even from so far away, Wu Ming could hear the excitement in his voice.

A moment later.

"Then it's settled." Ruan Zaixing hung up and looked at Wu Ming. "Zhu Huazhi agreed, but he wants the medicine first."

"I have it here." Wu Ming immediately took out a metal box containing ten special-effect medicines.

Zhao Minghui had sent these to him later. They were his own allotted share, which he could trade as he pleased.

"Then this is simple. Head over there later and deliver it."

Ruan Zaixing gave him an address, then said, "This is the address of his sword-forging workshop. Zhu Huazhi is there right now, so you can go directly."

"Leave the subsequent weapon-forging work to him as well. The group will provide the materials, and I'll arrange for the relevant engineers to assist him."

"Understood." Wu Ming nodded. After memorizing the detailed address, he immediately prepared to leave.

"Uncle Ruan, Aunt Miao, Qingzhu, I'll head over first."

"Go on." Ruan Zaixing waved a hand. Ruan Qingzhu was somewhat reluctant to part with him and wanted to go along, but Wu Ming stopped her.

"Actually, Uncle Ruan and Aunt Miao have done quite well these past two days." Wu Ming said solemnly, "Your genes have just undergone a transformation, and your potential has greatly increased. This is exactly the right time to train."

"I have cultivation methods suited to you, but you can only practice them once your physical fitness reaches a certain level. As long as you keep training, one day you'll come into contact with true cultivation."

"Especially you, Qingzhu."

Wu Ming placed a hand on his fiancée's shoulder, his expression serious. "You have great potential. Like me, you possess the potential to become a Spirit Reader, and there's a strong chance you'll awaken in the future."

"Really?" Ruan Qingzhu's eyes lit up. She had long envied the Spiritual Force Wu Ming displayed. Now that she heard she possessed the same potential, her fighting spirit immediately soared.

"I understand. I'll cultivate diligently." She nodded her little head, then saw Wu Ming out.

After leaving the Ruan residence, Wu Ming ran toward the workshop address and arrived in just over ten minutes.

Zhu Huazhi personally received him. The professor looked to be around fifty, somewhat weathered and haggard, but his attitude was kind and his tone gentle. There was not the slightest trace of arrogance about him.

Especially after receiving the special-effect medicine Wu Ming had given him, the man excitedly grabbed his hand and poured out a flood of thanks.

Only after Wu Ming reminded him to check on his daughter did he come to his senses and hurry away.

Ten minutes later, Zhu Huazhi appeared again. His emotions had settled considerably, leaving only gratitude toward Wu Ming.

"Young friend Wu Ming, though great kindness need not be spoken of, I, Zhu Huazhi, will remember today's favor."

He said solemnly, "I already know why you came. I swear on my family's honor that I will exhaust everything I have learned in my life to design the weapons best suited to you."

"Then I'll have to thank you, Master." Wu Ming nodded slightly.