My Weapon Soul Is So Fierce

Jingle bells!!

Inside the blacksmith shop Yongchun City, the furnace was blazing, and five or six strong men were forging iron.

The master craftsman sat to the side, watching the apprentices wield large and small hammers with practiced ease. He held a purple clay teapot in his hand, took a sip, and nodded to himself.

The tall, thin boy walked into the shop and saw that in addition to farm tools and kitchen knives, there were also long swords displayed in front of the shop, their cold light gleaming. He couldn't help but purse his lips.

He walked through the shop, into the backyard, and pushed open the door to a room next to the storeroom.

The room was filled with dust and clutter, all piled up in the corner, with a table placed in the middle.

Next to the table were a long carrying pole and two baskets.

The dark-skinned man, with an old scar on his collarbone, was fiddling with some oil paper packets and blackish-yellow powder on the table.

Because the Japanese pirates committed massacres and set fires, the hundreds of people who fled into the city were not all penniless.

Those families with servants and attendants simply found an inn to stay in, and those with relatives in the city made it even more convenient.

However, judging from their clothes and appearance, the tall, thin boy and his uncle were clearly not wealthy.

Somehow, I ended up renting a room in the backyard of the blacksmith's shop.

The boy said, "I took Aunt Li's two children there, and then Chucheng with the magistrate. We actually found the man who killed the Japanese pirates."

The man replied, "I've already inquired about what kind of person this magistrate is; he's just an incompetent official."

"Who was the one who killed the Japanese pirates?"

The young man said, "I couldn't find out anything. He didn't say a word, but I felt he was different from ordinary people in the martial arts world. The magistrate, out of consideration for his opinion, also had his constables help everyone find work..."

The man stopped what he was doing, his voice low and deep.

Do you think he's a true hero?

The man turned around, his forehead beaded with sweat, his eyes glazed over.

"But now, the more I think about it, the more scared I get."

"He was sitting by the roadside when I saw him. It was like seeing a child. I couldn't help but call out to him to run away together. You couldn't hold back either and actually reached out to pull him."

"But if you think about it carefully, his clothes are made of good materials and the style is not common. He is clearly a Jianghu man."

"Based on your experience and mine, how could you be so unsuspecting of a charlatan?"

The boy was taken aback. "This morning someone inquired and said that I had been in contact with that person, and the magistrate wanted to take me Chucheng to identify him. Why didn't you let me refuse, Uncle?"

The man remained silent for a while before saying, "Your father said that those masters in the martial arts world with eccentricities and unusual temperaments are often more dangerous than ordinary people, but they may also be more trustworthy than normal martial arts practitioners."

"I... sigh, I was also very confused. Actually, I hadn't made any decision at the time, but I just let you go."

"When those Japanese pirates appeared yesterday, I thought it was the people chasing us again, although it turned out they were just like typical Japanese pirates, not specifically targeting us."

"It still... leaves me bewildered for a long time."

The boy, instead, advised, "Third Uncle, you're not exactly a skilled man of the martial world. We've already done quite well to be able to escape for half a year."

The man nodded.

"In short, what happened with the Japanese pirates yesterday really shocked me. If we hadn't been hunted down and had just been killed by some petty thief or bandit, wouldn't that have been even more unjust?"

"This city is better than the countryside. There are shops that sell swords and knives to people from the martial arts world. If I use this place, I should be able to have more ways to defend myself."

Upon hearing this, the boy couldn't help but say, "That's exactly what I'm worried about, Third Uncle. If you recreate our sect's unique weapon, it will most likely be noticed by those with ulterior motives once you put it into use."

The man smiled bitterly, "There was a period of time before when we deliberately avoided taking action, but we were still repeatedly targeted. If it weren't for my fourth uncle, fourth aunt, and seventh brother fighting them to the death, how could you and I have escaped?"

The boy fell silent.

The uncle and nephew pretended to be traveling merchants who had been injured by river pirates, and stayed in town to recuperate, living peacefully for half a month.

This gave him a sense of complacency, as if he could live a good life as long as he gave up those things that would make him recognizable.

But Uncle San's statement is also correct.

They weren't found by their pursuers, but they still fell victim to the Japanese pirates.

As evening approached, fish-scale-like clouds filled the western sky, while the eastern sky remained a clear blue, without a trace of cloud.

The blacksmiths stopped work earlier than usual, the apprentices went home, and the master craftsman didn't stay there either, lending the shop to the uncle and nephew.

Before leaving, the master chef tried to pull the man away, but after observing for a while, he was persuaded to go by the man.

It was all because that man had shown off his skills when he entered the blacksmith's shop, which made the master craftsman realize that he was an expert.

As long as we take in this uncle and nephew, even if they refuse to reveal the secret recipe, the shop's business will be even better when they forge swords with better blades.

Only the uncle and nephew remained in the shop.

The boy pulled the bellows, tending to the fire.

The man did indeed take out a packet of powder and, as instructed, reforged and tempered the two longswords in the shop.

But as night fell and the streets were deserted, he stopped beating the swords and knives.

Between the anvil and the hammer, thin sheets of refined steel gradually appeared, and with each subsequent pass through the furnace, they were hammered and reshaped.

The man hammered out cylinders, each about the size and thickness of a boy's little finger.

Although it's described as a cylinder, the bottom isn't actually sealed; there's a small hole left.

After the cylinder has risen and fallen several times in the liquid, cooling is complete.

The boy picked one up, his eyes brimming with barely suppressed joy.

Although he sometimes wants to stay away from these things, he can't help but love them every time he sees the finished product.

Although it was clearly made by hammering, the surface of this small tube is as smooth as a mirror, without a single hammer mark.

The boy let go, letting it fall gently onto the anvil.

A clear and crisp sound.

Experienced disciples in Fire God Gully can hear this sound clearly, as it indicates that there is not the slightest hidden gap.

The man returned to his room with these items, sealed the bottom with a round disc, filled it with medicinal powder, and sealed the opening with a round bead. He silently worked with his fingertips, using his unique skill in mixing the medicinal powder to penetrate inwards and gently twist and tighten it.

He then rummaged through the odds and ends at the bottom of the basket and pulled out a series of small parts, assembling them together.

Two dark-colored muskets were formed, each less than a foot long, with a wide and thick handle.

The young man sealed off several vents in the sword-forging furnace, causing the flames inside to gradually extinguish. He then cleaned up the traces in the shop and went to the backyard.

The uncle and nephew were exhausted. They didn't take a bath, ate a few steamed buns, drank a bowl of water, and prepared to sleep fully clothed.

They've gotten used to this kind of life.

The straw mats and blankets were laid out on the ground and placed under us, which was much more comfortable than being outdoors.

The uncle went to sleep first in the first half of the night, while the boy sat leaning against the wall.

It was probably late at night when the boy called out twice, and his uncle woke up.

"Go to sleep."

The man rubbed his eyes and moved to stand guard against the wall.

The boy felt as if he had fallen asleep, but his sleep was restless, and he vaguely heard the sound of flapping wings.

He barely opened his eyes and saw a bat fly through the window into the room, hanging upside down from the rafters.

The bat's two small eyes were a bright, emerald green, like two rare gems.

The man stared at the bat, finding it very strange.

Two voices could be heard outside.

"Hahaha, I knew it! Once I've properly raised these bats, they can smell the bloodlines of every family in Fire God Gully and find their fleeing relatives."

"Big brother is indeed amazing. I didn't notice it outside, but once we entered this shop, I could smell something different. It's the smell of that Fire God Gully medicinal powder."

The two voices seemed to come from different directions, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes east, sometimes west. Even after they had finished speaking, they continued to chuckle strangely.

"Those inside are Xu Ben and Xu Zhicheng, right? The things should be in your hands, uncle and nephew."

A third voice rang out.

The entire room was filled with three strange accents.

Xu Zhicheng tried to get up, but felt dizzy and his vision went completely dark.

But that unmoving green was more nauseating than the swirling darkness around it.

Xu Zhicheng was as if he were falling into a deep vortex, forever plunged into darkness.

Just then, a flash of light appeared in the room.

When the gleaming silver beads spewed out of the fire, their surfaces developed spiral patterns and glowed a scorching red.

The rapidly spinning bead struck the bat on the roof beam in an instant, and split open the moment it entered its body.

BOOM!!

The bat exploded into a pool of blood that spurted backward, and the two green dots disappeared.

Xu Zhicheng suddenly woke up and heard his uncle shouting.

"Run!"

Xu Ben crashed through the door and tumbled into the yard.

The two muskets fired four times in quick succession as he rolled out.

Roof tiles were cracked, and shards of stone paving outside the windows were flying everywhere.

Two more shots were fired simultaneously into the night sky.

The two orbs collided precisely in mid-air and exploded.

The figure that darted through the darkness was grazed by the shards, as if suddenly appearing from the night.

Dressed in black and wearing a black cloak, he tumbled to the ground.

With one less person to cooperate, the eerie sounds surrounding the area suddenly felt incomplete.

Xu Ben's ears twitched slightly, and his hands made subtle adjustments.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Flames spewed forth, an invisible attack that manifested its power from all directions, causing damage to objects.

Xu Ben's two muskets could fire forty shots in succession.

Each bead can pierce chainmail from a hundred paces away, and its ability to collide and propel it through the air makes it virtually impossible to defend against.

He had temporarily held off the three figures who moved with unpredictable agility.

The room was empty.

Xu Zhicheng had already grabbed two baskets and jumped out of the window to escape.

It's always the same.

Each time they encounter pursuers, fewer of them are eliminated, and now only two remain.

After tonight, there might only be one left.

Xu Zhicheng's eyes welled up with tears, and he gritted his teeth and ran.

He wasn't going to just run away in any direction like before; he was going to take a gamble.

As evening fell, the fish-scale-like clouds slowly spread out, the clouds becoming larger and more widely spaced, covering the entire sky.

But the clouds also became thinner as a result.

Even when the moon is behind the clouds, it can still shine through.

Chu Tianshu sat upright on the bench, his hands resting on his knees, gazing up at the clouds and moon.

He also heard the noise coming from the blacksmith's shop, turned his head and saw the tall, thin boy running towards him.

The boy was covered in sweat, and his forehead was slightly red—marks left from the force of his kowtows when he led everyone to express their gratitude.

"Hero!"

Xu Zhicheng was out of breath, but he still managed to finish the whole sentence in a hoarse voice.

"I am from the Xu Family of Fire God Gully. Hidden within this place are the secrets to a weapon that can change the world. I'm giving it to you, I beg you!"

"Please save my uncle!!"

The secrets of weapons that can change the world?

Change the world!

Weapon!

Suddenly, a strong emotion welled up Weapon Soul him, but it felt very complicated, and he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

He wanted to eliminate the impurities, but he couldn't suppress them.

"Boy, since you've wisely admitted defeat, why don't you hand over the goods to us?"

Three figures dressed in black leaped across the rooftops of the long street.

One of them was carrying Xu Ben in his hand.

Xu Ben was only one person, and even with his highest firing rate, he could only hold them off for a short while.

Judging from his angry expression and the way his limbs were hanging limply, it was clear that he had been grabbed on a vital point and was now powerless.

The three men were dressed identically, wearing cloaks, and each had a mask covering the upper half of their face, with long and short beards on their chins.

They were none other than the infamous Three Yin Wind Sha among the pirates, renowned for their tracking skills, and served Chen Zuqi, the largest pirate leader in the southeast.

"Your uncle is perfectly fine now, but he'll die instantly if I unleash my power."

The man in black sneered, "Think carefully, who should get the things?"

Another man in black said, "There aren't many survivors left in Fire God Gully. It would be a real pity if they obtained the secret manual but couldn't crack it. Enough talk, let's capture these two, uncle and nephew, alive."

They said that, but they didn't act rashly.

People from Fire God Gully usually have a good eye for things.

Xu Zhicheng would ask that young man for help, so the young man must be no ordinary person.

The Three Yin Wind Sha deliberately ignored Chu Tianshu in their conversation, hoping to provoke him into speaking up and revealing his name and origins.

Chu Tianshu looked at the three people standing on the roof, then looked around.

So many humans, so full of malice.

Thump!!!

A sound like a large drum resounded from Chu Tianshu's body, and his imposing aura spread out.

The Three Yin Wind Sha suddenly felt their pupils tremble slightly, their vision blur, and their hair stand on end. Instinctively, they tried to dodge and leave.

But Chu Tianshu had already broken off a corner of the bench and thrown the piece of wood out.

The arm that the man in black was holding Xu Ben with suddenly exploded at the elbow.

The blood was mixed with the cheap wood that had been thrown at high speed and perished along with the elbow bone.

The man in black screamed and staggered backward.

Xu Ben tumbled off the roof and landed on the street.

Xu Zhicheng wanted to help his uncle, but he also felt dizzy and weak.

After the oppressive aura spread, several more figures appeared on the surrounding rooftops and at the entrances of alleys.

Although they were not overwhelmed by this power, they had no choice but to break free from their concealed state and actively confront it.

"What a powerful aura!"

One of the masked old men in blue robes spoke in a hoarse voice, "Gentlemen, we've been following the Three Yin Wind Sha and have had several encounters with them. We know each other's identities without needing to say more."

"But if we continue to fight separately, I'm afraid the goods will definitely fall into this person's hands, and we'll have no share at all."

Chu Tianshu had already reached out and grasped the basket.

Everyone's eyes narrowed.

If you save your uncle, you can obtain the secrets of the weapon.

Now this is mine.

Weapon Soul gripped the basket, examined it carefully, but instead of rummaging through the miscellaneous items inside, he placed his fingers on the edge of the basket and gently shook and pulled it.

He pulled out a complete bamboo strip.

On the surface of the bamboo strips, there are clearly many tiny characters, as fine as ants. However, the pigment used is similar to that of the bamboo strips themselves, and they are woven into baskets to be stored inside, making them difficult to notice.

Everyone who saw this looked enlightened; the secret was hidden in the bamboo strips.

The Weapon Soul has already drawn out the second bamboo strip.

When the two are pieced together, the partially incomplete image can barely be pieced together to form an outline.

The Weapon Soul then showed a bewildered expression.

He can't read, so why can't he even understand the pictures?

Oh, the owner is back!

Everyone saw him look completely bewildered, then suddenly delighted, and then his expression became calm.

Chu Tianshu blinked and saw the two bamboo strips in his hand.

A young man was kneeling beside him, and a middle-aged man was lying on the street.

There was a bunch of masked men around, and three men in black on the roof, one of whom had lost an arm.

Wait, it's only been less than two days since we entered this world.

Based on my previous experience with time travel, at this point in time, I should be looking for a place to eat, stay, and practice my skills.

Why does it look like you've made a lot of enemies this time?

(End of this chapter)