Chapter 1951

The spiritual energy of the Inverted Sea all comes from the Spirit-Gathering Grand Array set up by Qian Huan; the quantity is not stable, sometimes more, sometimes less, so the profound crystal veins sometimes dry up and sometimes regrow, requiring re-surveying and positioning.

He Lingchuan has also gone down into the spirit mine pits and seen the new mineral sprouts appearing inside the mine tunnels.

"Good, for the next few days you will stay in Bai Ta Town and help them survey the veins."

Luo Xie immediately answered yes.

Taking advantage of the time before dishes were served, He Lingchuan took out a cloth bundle from his storage ring and pushed it in front of Luo Xie:

"You try this."

The cloth bundle was an irregular long strip; at first glance Luo Xie thought a knife was inside, but how could a treasured blade have an oval shape that is elongated vertically?

He said in pleasant surprise, "Is this my reward for successfully defending the platform?"

"Of course not." He Lingchuan said with a straight face, "This has nothing to do with defending the platform. If it has no affinity with you, you won't be able to take it."

If all of that could count as a platform-defending reward, what about the other platform lords of the martial arena? As the Nine Nether Great Emperor, he could not favor one over another.

A weapon? Luo Xie unfolded the cloth bundle and shockingly saw a pair of strange weapons lying inside.

"What is this?"

This pair of weapons glimmered with a faint yellow luster throughout, but Luo Xie saw at a glance that they were not of metal material.

Judging by the shape, they greatly resembled oversized folding knives, but the blades were covered in sharp serrations.

"These are Mantis Arm Demon Blades, also called Folding Liao Blades." He Lingchuan pointed at his own shoulder, "They were the most handy treasured blades of Fu Tianlin, the previous owner of this Luo Sheng Armor of mine."

Luo Xie was moved.

What level of treasure is the Nine Nether Great Emperor's battle armor? Its previous owner certainly was no nameless nobody.

He carefully touched the hilt; there was no metallic coldness in hand, but rather a trace of gentle pulsing. Luo Xie had an illusion that this demon blade seemed to also be contacting him, testing him.

The Great Emperor said to let him "try" it. But how should such a strangely shaped weapon be used?

He Lingchuan sat watching Luo Xie grasp the blade and did not speak up to give pointers.

Luo Xie held the hilt, changed several grips, but none felt right. The other few people ate their dishes as usual and paid him no mind.

For some reason, he impulsively placed it against the outer side of his forearm, and the hilt suddenly deformed, wrapping around his forearm!

He finally sensed the cold killing intent contained within the weapon.

Luo Xie subconsciously raised his arm; the originally folded two-chi mantis blades whooshed open, transforming into three sections of serrated folding blades, total length exceeding eight chi!

Three folds in total, no wonder it is called the Folding Liao Blade.

However He Lingchuan was sitting right at his right hand side; with this raise of his arm, the springing blade edge chopped straight at He Lingchuan's head.

He Lingchuan was in the middle of lifting his cup to drink water; his right arm naturally pushed outward, and the arm armor naturally emerged.

With a crisp "Dang—", the Folding Liao Blade edge slashed onto the arm armor of the Qiang Long Battle Armor; neither side was damaged.

Luo Xie was greatly shocked, rose and knelt: "Subordinate was reckless!"

He Lingchuan had long known it would be like this and did not take it to heart, only pointing at the empty courtyard ground: "Let go and try it."

Luo Xie leapt up and went to a deserted corner to test the blade.

This weapon when retracted clings tightly to the upper arm seamlessly, and can even deform on its own; once deployed it is extremely domineering.

Aside from the first move nearly poking his own eyes out, Luo Xie thereafter tried it more and more smoothly, more and more with grand sweeping motions; He Lingchuan watched him even unleash A Xun's "Xie" character slash.

Fang Canran lightly applauded: "Good blade. Demonic qi dense and gloomy, yet it does not seize one's will."

He originally ran the Dun Garden in Ling Xu City; the treasures that passed through his hands were far too many; he deeply knew the more spiritual and strange an object, the more personality it has, even evil nature. If the master cannot control it, it is easy to be injured in turn.

Luo Xie held the blade self-forgetfully, and tinkered for a good while longer before remembering his direct superior was left waiting on the side; he hurriedly slipped back, detached the Folding Liao Blade, and returned it with both hands.

He Lingchuan saw his reluctance and waved his hand: "No need, from today onward it belongs to you."

Luo Xie was overjoyed: "Many thanks, Great Emperor!"

He took back the Folding Liao Blade again, pressed it against both arms, and the blade naturally merged with him, disappearing from sight.

A natural sneak-attack weapon.

"This Luo Sheng Armor on me was originally the town-guarding heavy treasure of the Shan Jin Empire; later Shan Jin collapsed and it turned into an evil armor that manipulates hearts. But Fu Tianlin alone suppressed the Luo Sheng Armor for over one hundred sixty years, sparing the living beings of western Shan Jin from the poison of war, until he handed the battle armor to me and then faded away and passed on." He Lingchuan said seriously, "His descendants entrusted me to find a suitable master for this treasured blade."

Fu Liushan is a descendant of the Ying clan, but does not resonate with the Folding Liao Blade; probably the demon blade dislikes his temperament.

Not a single error, not a single word, not a single shot, not a single inner, not a single content, in a single look!

"I have tried a few people, but the Folding Liao Blade only chose you. Do you know why?"

Luo Xie shook his head very honestly.

"In the Inverted Sea, when the Heavenly Demons attacked you protected the village; in my army, you repeatedly saved comrades without sparing effort. Perhaps the Folding Liao Blade just took a liking to your resolve." He Lingchuan tapped him, "Inside this blade there is still Fu Tianlin's righteous qi. Those incompatible with him, the Folding Liao Blade refuses to yield to."

Luo Xie stood up, cupped fists toward He Lingchuan: "I will certainly forge ahead with determination, understand Heaven's will, and not disappoint your and Mr. Fu's expectations!"

"Good, I did not misjudge you." He Lingchuan also stood up, "I have matters and must leave temporarily; you all eat first."

Today finding a suitable master for the Folding Liao Blade counts as fulfilling the promise to A Xun; he was also quite happy.

Speaking, he walked to the kitchen, threw half a bag of cured sausage to the cook, had him stew it in the mixed grain rice, then went out to find people.

This small shop's food taste was ordinary, but it had meat and vegetables; locally it was already exceptionally sumptuous.

Luo Xie was not used to being watched while eating, especially the gazes of those few children outside the fence, which wrote hunger and rumbling bellies all over; eating was flavorless, so he asked Weng Xing: "Weng Dui, what are these kids doing?"

Weng Xing was gnawing a rabbit head, both hands greasy: "Rare to have guests eating and drinking lavishly; they're waiting for us to finish eating and leave so they can pick up leftover dishes and rice."

Luo Xie grabbed a handful of copper coins from his bosom, preparing to throw them to the children.

Fang Canran saw this and shook his head: "They won't accept them."

Luo Xie did not know him, so naturally did not believe his words, and still walked to the fence side, spread the copper coins in his hand to the children:

"Take them to buy something to eat."

Weng Xing laughed: "Kills ruthlessly, didn't expect the heart to be quite soft."

Fang Canran saw through it and spoke it out: "Brother Weng isn't the same?"

What kind of people the Weng Clan Twin Shas are, he had long heard tell.

Old Man Weng Xing spoke with an air of superiority: "How could I be as naive as he is?"

After all, he too once roamed the north and south as a chivalrous hero. To wander the Flashing Gold Plains for ten years and still have all four limbs intact—no ordinary person could do that.

At that moment, the cured meat and mixed grain rice arrived, the oil from the sausage seeping into the rice, the bottom of the bowl scorched from excessive heat, turning the rice grains into fragrant scorched rice crust. Old Man Weng Xing took a bite and said: "This flavor is truly fragrant, even better than braised muntjac."

Luo Xie held his hand up for a long time, but the children wouldn't take the money; the youngest even stepped back half a pace.

Indeed, just as Fang Chanran said, these children refuse to take money.