Mass-Produced Divine Weapons
"Clang, clang..."
In the backyard of the Jun Residence.
The blacksmiths, bare-chested, their skin red all over as they constantly wiped away their sweat, beamed at a saber and a sword laid before Jun Jingyi!
They had been forged exactly in the image of the weapons Jun Jingyi had seen on television in his later life.
And to make sure others would recognize it,
Jun Jingyi had even taken care to engrave the words "Dragon Slaying" on the saber's hilt!
"Young master, the iron-smelting method you taught us is amazing. This is the saber you asked for. Take a look-are you satisfied?"
The blacksmith gazed at Jun Jingyi with worship in his eyes.
Who could have imagined that Young Master Jun, a master of both poetry and verse and a gifted businessman, also knew how to forge iron?
When he had first approached them, they had all been utterly bewildered.
But afterward, they had been so excited they had nearly fallen to their knees before Jun Jingyi.
Ten taels of silver a month...
Heavens above.
What kind of pay was that? Some minor court officials, those petty masters, didn't even earn that much.
And they could eat their fill of meat.
Their meals even included steaming hot rice!
This...
He still remembered the blacksmiths' expressions when Young Master Jun had said that. They had looked as though they had seen a ghost.
As for what the young master had said afterward, about how they might not be free to leave for several years,
and would have to stay here obediently with their families... that little matter...
Was that even a problem?
To put it bluntly, they ate better here than the emperor himself supposedly did. Why would they want to leave? Had their brains short-circuited?
Go out and starve?
In any case, the blacksmiths here now worshipped Young Master Jun like a god.
They even felt that Jun Jingyi was an immortal descended to the mortal world to save poor people like them!
Even among immortals, there was no immortal as good as him!
As for that five days on, two days off arrangement Jun Jingyi had mentioned?
They had hurriedly refused.
As people!
They couldn't be without a conscience! Young Master Jun had already treated them so well; they had to be content!
Besides, Young Master Jun had gone to such lengths to find them that he surely had something important to do, though they didn't know what it was.
But it didn't matter. Even if Young Master Jun said he wanted to overthrow the imperial court, that was fine.
As long as they were useful to him.
"Want to try it?"
Jun Jingyi smiled at Sikong Ye, who was staring at the scene in shock.
To be honest, Sikong Ye's mind was in a daze.
He was a little gluttonous, but he wasn't stupid, and he wasn't blind!
This saber before him...
There was a whole pile of them beside it.
So these divine weapons and sharp blades, which everyone outside had praised to the heavens, were mass-produced?
Hearing Jun Jingyi's words,
Sikong Ye nodded and picked up the Dragon-Slaying Precious Saber before him...
But the moment he took it in hand,
"Huh?"
Sikong Ye froze. As a martial artist, he could tell better than most whether a weapon was good or bad.
This...
Although he hadn't tested it yet,
judging by its weight and how comfortable it felt, this saber couldn't be very ordinary!
With that thought, he drew the longsword at his waist, and saber and sword collided.
"Clang..."
A soft ring sounded.
Sikong Ye froze on the spot.
He stared at his longsword, which he had guarded like a treasure for years, now broken in two, while the Dragon Slaying Saber remained unscathed.
"This..."
For a moment, he couldn't help recalling the rumors outside.
The Dragon-Slaying Precious Saber-any ordinary weapon that touched it would break...
"The rumors are true? This really is a divine weapon!"
Sikong Ye's eyes widened, and he gazed at the blade in his hand with burning eyes.
A good weapon was an enormous temptation to a martial artist.
But then...
He looked speechlessly at the densely packed Dragon Slaying Sabers and Heaven Reliant Swords around him. At a glance, there were at least a hundred!
All at once, he felt terrible.
Then came fear.
Just imagine.
If an army were equipped with hundreds, even thousands, of divine weapons and sharp blades like these, how desperate would its enemies be?
The battle hadn't even started, and their weapons had already broken!
"Hiss..."
At the thought, Sikong Ye looked deeply at the smiling Jun Jingyi beside him. What exactly was this fellow planning?
If he had previously found Jun Jingyi's thinking somewhat hard to understand-why a young marquis of all people would set aside his status to go into business-
then now he understood.
Vast wealth and terrifying divine weapons-this was rebellion!
Something occurred to Sikong Ye, and his expression turned incomparably grave.
Just then, Jun Jingyi casually patted him on the shoulder, smiled faintly, and shook his head. "Don't overthink it. I only want to protect myself."
"Like hell I believe you!"
Sikong Ye frowned. He wasn't stupid.
But...
He looked at Jun Jingyi. Although he still had many questions, he soon calmed down.
If he wanted to rebel, then let him rebel!
In any case, he had no fondness for Great Yan.
He had been ambushed and gravely wounded just after arriving, and when he had finally gone out, he had encountered men abducting a woman by force.
Hardly anything had happened before a prince and members of the imperial family came out to throw their weight around and shield the killer.
He thought of the scene at the mass grave.
In less than a day, a pile of corpses three meters high.
A Great Yan like this might as well fall!
Of course, most importantly, if Jun Jingyi rebelled, he would naturally follow him. Otherwise, wouldn't all that delicious food be gone?
At that, Jun Jingyi smiled and said nothing.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
He had taken a great risk bringing Sikong Ye here today. If possible, he didn't want them to turn against each other.
Fortunately...
With that thought, Jun Jingyi gave a discreet wave, and many figures around the courtyard quietly vanished.
He couldn't be blamed for being ruthless. He only wanted to protect himself.