Chapter 344: New-Energy War Hammer

The black business car drove toward Fenghuangcheng Community and entered the parking lot.

“Master Fuli, look.”

The car came to a stop. Lin Ying stepped out, holding the little fox in her arms, and opened the rear hatch of a five-spirit van to show Master Fuli the gift she had brought him.

“New-energy war hammer: once ignited, the burn lasts up to thirty minutes; after complete internal reaction, peak temperature reaches three thousand degrees.”

Lin Ying, still holding the little fox, smiled and pointed to the war hammer’s handle, which resembled a nine-ringed monk’s staff: “Designed for portability, quick-disconnect fuel replacement, and durability, the new-energy war hammer consists of two parts: the grip and the eight-sided hammer head that ignites.”

“With this war hammer, Master Fuli can deliver triple-impact strikes—physical, magical, and toxic—and avoid the indecorous act of swinging an electric vehicle.”

In those mere Shiji minutes with Master Fuli, Lin Ying spoke more than she usually did in an entire day, eagerly taking on the role of the new-energy war hammer’s demonstrator and detailing its strengths.

But this device was custom-made entirely for Master Fuli; after assembly, to ensure grip and structural integrity, its weight reached two tons.

As the burn progressed, the new-energy war hammer’s final weight still remained over nine hundred kilograms.

Lin Ying couldn’t lift the new-energy war hammer herself, so she simply explained to Master Fuli how to use it.

“Click-click.”

An Sheng landed inside the van, lifted the hammer’s handle, and jammed it directly onto the hammer head in the same compartment. As he twisted the handle clockwise, a series of crisp mechanical locks clicked into place, fusing the two parts into one.

An Sheng tried lifting the war hammer. Lin Ying’s new-energy war hammer was exquisitely crafted—the junction showed no gap, no looseness when shaken, as if forged as a single piece, with an excellent feel.

The hammer head had sharp edges and protrusions far exceeding the fuel pack’s volume, preventing spontaneous ignition upon impact.

Similarly, due to its angular design, striking a spirit beast would leave it bruised and purple.

“The hammer’s base contains a mechanism: when you strike it hard into the ground, the spikes inside the grip pierce the safety device and activate self-ignition.”

Lin Ying said nothing about the war hammer’s safety features, design ingenuity, or energy flow—Master Fuli only needed to swing it at evil beasts; all after-sales matters were handled by the materials company.

“This thing—”

“Does one ignition cost a lot?”

An Sheng stepped out of the van, holding the new-energy war hammer, swung it once, then suddenly thought of something and asked Lin Ying.

If he remembered correctly, the price of new-energy batteries had once been calculated by gram.

That kind of battery burned at only five to eight hundred degrees, but Lin Ying’s new-energy war hammer reached three thousand degrees—clearly, the fuel packs embedded within had extraordinary energy density to produce such terrifying heat.

Even more incredible: three thousand degrees couldn’t melt the war hammer.

“.”

Seeing Master Fuli ask about price, Lin Ying recalled the strange fish of Changle River swimming upside-down to demand payment. After a brief pause, she said: “Each ignition, including after-sales service, costs around seven hundred thousand.”

“But that price is worth it. The Longlife Club’s average cost to capture spirit beasts in war zones reaches ten million U.S. dollars; large-scale searches in the Amazon rainforest can cost over a hundred million at any moment. The operation to infiltrate Jiule City and track the White Snake alone cost over two hundred million.”

“Compared to those expenses, Master Fuli can defeat a spirit beast for just seven hundred thousand RMB—it’s extremely worthwhile. In fact, the war hammer’s total production cost doesn’t even match Master Fuli’s appearance fee.”

Lin Ying feared the high usage cost might slow Master Fuli’s spirit-beast-smashing pace, so she chose to lay out the math for him, calculating the cost.

Compared to the Longlife Club’s capture costs.

Master Fuli is simply amazing.

He’s the best fox in the world.

There isn’t a second one like him.

“.” An Sheng turned his head away, embarrassed by Lin Ying’s blunt praise.

But inside, he couldn’t suppress a quiet delight and a touch of pride—his head unconsciously tilted upward slightly.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

“I’ll use it when needed. But right now, let’s see the gift I got you!”

Flattered to the point his fox face nearly flushed red, An Sheng quickly changed the subject—he hadn’t heard such naked, comprehensive praise since elementary school graduation, and since then, only insults.

He put the war hammer back in the van, stood on his hind legs, took Lin Ying’s hand, and led her to the black-painted Raptor, pointing to two door panels in the truck bed.

“Last night, when we went into the tomb, I heard Wang Qiqi say these things were useless, so I picked them up,” An Sheng said. “Don’t judge by appearance—they’re artifacts from the last spirit-revival era.”

“Their hardness and toughness are extremely high. Jin Qianbao and I struggled for over ten minutes and couldn’t scratch them.”

“Perhaps—if we can analyze their metal molecular structure—it could help us better understand the origins and history of the spirit-revival era.”

An Sheng tapped the door panel, letting out a soft chuckle.

Yesterday at the ruins, from Wang Qiqi’s words, it was clear the Anquan Bureau had already obtained similar spirit-particle metals—and even studied them deeply.

Otherwise, how could she instantly identify their origin and manufacturing era?

Since they weren’t unique, An Sheng followed a southern proverb: if it’s on the ground, pick it up.

Things that fall to the ground are treasures; once you pick them up, even heaven and earth can’t take them back.

Lin Ying looked at the spirit-particle metal, then at Master Fuli, arms crossed.

“Thank you.”

After a brief pause, looking at the spirit-particle metal, she turned to Master Fuli seriously: “Thank you for risking yourself to fulfill my whimsical—”

“Shoo, shoo!”

Standing on the truck bed, An Sheng could easily reach up and pinch Lin Ying’s mouth. He extended his paw, covering her lips, and slightly lifted his fox head:

“You just needed a little help, and old master here happened to have it. Don’t thank me—just scratch under my chin when you have time, make me comfortable.”

On a fox’s head, beside the ears, under the chin, and where the tail connects to the rump, dense nerve endings make touching equivalent to scratching an itch—or like human ear-cleaning.

An Sheng didn’t know this before, but Yu Xueqing had explored it step by step.

Compared to head and rump, scratching under the chin always gave An Sheng a deep sense of comfort.

“Alright.”

Lin Ying stared at Master Fuli, slowly extending her palm, her face serious, ready to properly stroke him.

But barely had her hand touched him when Lin Bingyun, who had been guarding the mother-child parking spot, gently tapped the car door with a glowing smartphone.

“Master Fuli, Miss Wang Qiqi says there’s an urgent matter and asks if you have time to reply to the call immediately,” Lin Bingyun said.

“Urgent call...”

An Sheng looked at Lin Bingyun, then at the door panels beside his feet, and asked with a strange expression:

“Could she be here to guard her food?”

“Guard food? Who are you calling a food-guarder? You heartless fox! Yesterday you asked me to apply for an Anquan Bureau flag for you—hey, I even got the Honorary Principal to present it to you, and now you’re gossiping behind my back!”

While speaking, Lin Bingyun had covered the phone’s mic—but she clearly underestimated its pickup sensitivity and Wang Qiqi’s acute senses.

Wang Qiqi hadn’t heard the full sentence, but hearing “guard food” alone, she immediately imagined Master Fuli gossiping about her again.

(End of chapter)