Chapter 234

Giant city of Linzhou, eastern region.

An old man dressed in simple gray clothes stepped unhurriedly into the gate of the Forging Hall.

It was none other than Jiang Ye.

A sturdy clerk walked up quickly, but before he could finish his question, he was interrupted by Jiang Ye indifferently:

"Is Master Huang Gang here? I'm here to pick up a weapon."

The clerk nodded repeatedly: "Master Huang is here; I'll go call him for you right away."

Having said that, he trotted into the back hall.

A moment later, a loud, hearty laugh came from behind the hall:

"Hahaha, Old Master, you've come really early."

Huang Gang walked with long strides to Jiang Ye's side, a confident smile hanging on his face, which was permanently flushed from the furnace fire: "Your weapon is already forged; come with me and take a look."

Jiang Ye nodded slightly and followed Huang Gang through the front hall to a workshop specially used for forging weapons.

The furnace fire in the room still had residual heat, and the air was filled with the characteristic smell of burnt iron after quenching.

Huang Gang stopped in front of the third wooden rack and pointed: "Old Master, see if you are satisfied with this weapon?"

Jiang Ye looked in the direction Huang Gang pointed, and his eyes lit up immediately.

He saw a staff, pitch-black all over, about eight feet long and about the thickness of a bucket, sitting quietly on the wooden rack.

Under the reflection of the furnace fire, the staff body emitted a deep, restrained, dark luster, like profound iron from the deep sea—not flashy, but exuding an extraordinary texture that one could not ignore.

He stepped forward quickly and reached out to stroke the staff body. In the middle of the staff body, a circle of anti-slip patterns was carved with fine lines, making it neither uncomfortable nor slippery to hold.

Both ends of the staff body were clamped with a dark golden metal ring, adding a few more points of sharp lethality to the already heavy staff intent.

Huang Gang introduced from the side:

"Old Master, the patterns in the middle of the staff body are to let you hold it more steadily, and the rings at both ends are to increase the lethality when striking."

"Don't look at these rings as inconspicuous; one strike, and the power..."

Jiang Ye nodded secretly.

This Huang Gang was indeed a forging master recommended by Zheng Feng; not only was his skill superb, but even these details were considered so thoroughly.

To tell the truth, he was very satisfied.

Huang Gang looked at Jiang Ye's old face, which showed no joy or anger, and began to mutter in his heart.

Why does this old master have no expression at all?

Satisfied or dissatisfied, at least give a reaction.

He gave a light cough: "Old Master, are you satisfied with this weapon..."

Although he had great confidence in his skill, there were always exceptions.

If Jiang Ye was dissatisfied, it could still be put back into the furnace for modification now.

Jiang Ye said indifferently: "It looks okay."

Huang Gang felt a secret sigh of relief in his heart: "Then Old Master, try it out and see if it's handy."

Jiang Ye reached out and gripped the staff body, his five fingers sinking into the grooves of the anti-slip patterns; the feel was neither thick nor thin, just right.

He lifted it abruptly, and the eight-foot tungsten gold staff left the rack.

He swung it casually.

Swish—!!!

A sharp, ear-piercing sound of breaking air exploded in the void, as if the air itself had been blown up by this staff strike.

"Not bad."

Jiang Ye smiled faintly, a look of satisfaction crossing his eyes.

Using a staff and using a blade were two completely different feelings.

Perhaps because he had practiced the "Blood Moon Blade," that pitch-black long blade from before always felt too heavy and not handy to use.

Now that it had been recast into this tungsten gold staff, the weight hadn't decreased in the slightest, yet holding it in his hand, not only did he not feel the heaviness, but he vaguely felt it would be better if it were a few points heavier.

"As long as Old Master is satisfied!"

Seeing Jiang Ye swing this tungsten gold staff of astonishing weight with one hand so easily, a flash of surprise crossed Huang Gang's eyes, followed by a loud laugh.

He knew the weight of this staff better than anyone; it was quite strenuous for an ordinary Embracing the Pill Realm martial artist to pick it up.

This old master swung it with one hand as if it were straw; it seemed he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Jiang Ye weighed the tungsten gold staff in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and asked: "Master Huang, can this iron staff be made heavier?"

"Make it heavier?!"

Huang Gang was slightly stunned.

The weight of this iron staff was already scary enough.

If it were made heavier...

Is this old master going to use the iron staff to smash people!

He still had some professional ethics after all, so he didn't ask his shock directly, only saying in a deep voice with a solemn expression: "Old Master, if more tungsten gold could be mixed in, the weight of this iron staff could be increased further. However, at the current weight, it is already the limit of what I could forge with the materials you provided."

"Tungsten gold..."

Jiang Ye pondered for a moment, looked up, and asked: "Do you have any here? I can pay to buy it."

Huang Gang spread his hands helplessly:

"Old Master, this tungsten gold is a rare treasure of heaven and earth; let alone our Forging Hall, even the entire giant city of Linzhou might not have much flow in a year. Even if there is a little bit of stock occasionally, it will be snatched away by the major families immediately, and it can't be kept at all."

"I'm afraid only the Upper Sect's treasure vault might have some stock."

"The Upper Sect's treasure vault, huh..." A deep look crossed Jiang Ye's eyes, and then he nodded slightly: "Then I'll come find you again next time I get tungsten gold."

Huang Gang laughed heartily: "Alright!"

For him, being able to forge a top-quality weapon was a happy thing in itself.

The tungsten gold staff in Jiang Ye's hand already possessed such potential; if a few more points of tungsten gold could be added, it might be possible to forge a treasure weapon that would truly be passed down through the ages.

Jiang Ye paid fifty thousand taels for the labor, re-wrapped the tungsten gold staff with cloth strips, shouldered it, turned, and walked out of the Forging Hall.

At the same time.

Tianyun Peak, Eastern Peak.

A waterfall in the mountains poured down from the cliff top, the water mist swirling, refracting a faint rainbow under the afternoon sun.

This was originally the place Liu Qingyu liked to practice in solitude the most recently, but now it was disturbed by an uninvited guest.

Zhang Kun's body, as sturdy as a wild bull, stood on the blue stone beside the waterfall, blocking the originally wide view completely.

His dark face was filled with an expression he thought was deeply affectionate, and his copper-bell-like eyes were full of undisguised heat:

"Xiaoyu, you should understand my, Iron Bull's, intentions clearly enough."

"As long as you are willing to be with me, I can help you get anything!"

"What you want most right now should be the Primordial Qi..."

"I'll help you get it done!"

Liu Qingyu only felt a wave of nausea surging from the bottom of her stomach, and frost covered that beautiful, peerless face:

"Brother Zhang, I will think of a way for the Primordial Qi myself; don't trouble yourself."

"I still need to practice; if you have nothing else, please return."

This was the umpteenth time she couldn't remember ordering this person to leave, but every time, the other party returned like a piece of chewing gum that couldn't be shaken off.

Seeing Liu Qingyu chasing him away so unceremoniously again, the dark face that Zhang Kun had piled with affection finally cooled down bit by bit.