Chapter 119: Chapter 119: The Pinnacle of Cold Weapons, the Arsenal Case Yellow Springs Lock
Fish-Transford Dragon and Hai Zhongxian both had "cold" auras, but they were different kinds of cold. The forr’s was a cold arrogance, the kind that looks down on the world and finds no one worthy of his gaze. The latter’s was a sinister cold, like that of a venomous snake, ready to strike at any mont.
"Teacher!"
Fish-Transford Dragon bowed to Wang Yi and said, "Teacher, the territory’s resources are insufficient. For now, this student can only craft a single weapon case. Inside are 8 fast sabers of various lengths, 6 sharp swords of various lengths, 1 long spear, 1 heavy club, as well as 33 flying knives, 666 steel needles, 6 bladed spikes, 3 segnts of Silk Iron Wire, and 10 ters of iron chain. I’ve nad it the Yellow Springs Lock. Please inspect it, Teacher!"
The accompanying Feng Yuxiu imdiately showed the weapon case on his back to Wang Yi.
"Yellow Springs Lock..."
Wang Yi took a closer look, and his eyes lit up. The weapon case before him was magnificent—not just magnificent, but practical. After a brief demonstration from Feng Yuxiu, Wang Yi knew it was filled with hidden chanisms. The long sabers glead with a person’s reflection, the sharp swords were as cold as snow, and every weapon inside was a blue-grade masterpiece!
"Amazing, simply amazing! This is the pinnacle of cold-forged weaponry. A treasure like this... even I, Jin Buhuan, couldn’t forge sothing like this in my entire lifeti. It’s just too incredible..."
Jin Buhuan, who was standing to the side, exclaid in amazent, his eyes wide.
Wang Yi’s heart raced with excitent. He said, "Even with all of Eggshell Village’s resources, we can only make one of these Yellow Springs Locks? Hualong, quickly, tell your teacher, what materials are we missing?"
"Mithril, Cold Iron, and Wind Copper!"
"Good. I’ll have Pei Zhi procure them at once and have them sent here as fast as possible!"
’A weapon case like this would be a nice addition to my own collection,’ Wang Yi thought.
"Right, back to business!"
Wang Yi raised a hand and pointed to the four Fire Fire Evil Gods in the stands below. "Hualong, will you take these four? And take a look at the two inside the cage as well."
Fish-Transford Dragon’s eyes narrowed. "The old, the weak, the sick, and the crippled—the Western Depot doesn’t want them. This student will not waste his Inner Strength on them!"
"So you won’t take them..."
Wang Yi found it a bit of a sha, but letting Fish-Transford Dragon focus on training Feng Yuxiu wasn’t a bad outco either. Besides, it wasn’t like Wang Yi could train Feng Yuxiu himself anyway.
"Hualong, go down and fight a round. Let everyone see what you can do!"
Wang Yi added, though in truth, he just wanted to see Fish-Transford Dragon’s fighting style for himself.
"This disciple accepts the order!"
The cool, arrogant, and handso Fish-Transford Dragon entered the Octagonal Cage. As the iron gate clanged shut, the two zither-playing mbers of Heaven and Earth Defects looked up and spoke in unison, "One song to break the heart..."
"Silence!"
Fish-Transford Dragon cut them off with a cold snort.
"Your weapons are of far too poor quality!"
Fish-Transford Dragon flicked his cloak, and the Ancient Zither resting on the knees of Heaven and Earth Defects imdiately began to tremble. With a series of TWANGS, all the strings snapped. Then, with a BOOM, the Ancient Zither exploded.
Tian Can and Earth Defect were stunned. Ninety percent of their skill relied on the Ancient Zither. Without it, relying on their physical abilities alone, they were rely second-rate fighters.
And in the next mont, they perford as if they were third-rate.
Fish-Transford Dragon’s Inner Strength ford what felt like a domain around him. He stomped his foot, and the two of them fell flat on their backs, spitting blood.
"Spare them!"
Wang Yi shouted hastily.
Only then did Fish-Transford Dragon stay his killing blow.
After Tian Can and Earth Defect were recruited, the two of them beca eight, and their coffin-like Ancient Zithers were restored.
After leaving the Octagonal Cage, Fish-Transford Dragon cupped his fists to Wang Yi. "Teacher, if there is nothing else, this student will take his subordinates to begin their Cultivation. My subordinates’ Martial Arts are still lacking and have much room for improvent. They are also not yet proficient enough in the use of the Yellow Springs Lock!"
"Alright, you may go. But could you leave him behind? Let your teacher see the power of the Yellow Springs Lock for himself!"
Wang Yi pointed to the Huajin Fengyu Cultivator beside him, who was carrying the Yellow Springs Lock on his back.
"Of course."
Fish-Transford Dragon turned and left, his arrogance on full display. Watching his retreating back, Wang Yi couldn’t help but wonder what a fight between him and Hai Zhongxian would be like. One could make ghosts weep and gods cry, while the other embodied Gods and Ghosts Avoidance. A battle between those two would surely be a spectacular sight.
However, it was better that the two of them never determined a winner. They were both proud and aloof; it was best they both remained undefeated to maintain their individual authority. That way, the East and West Depots could coexist as equals in the future.
After Fish-Transford Dragon left, Wang Yi assigned the Fire Fire Evil Gods and Heaven and Earth Defects to the Eastern Depot, placing them under Hai Zhongxian’s managent.
The spawn rate for Fire Fire Evil Gods and Heaven and Earth Defects in the Octagonal Cage was low, so they couldn’t form a large troop. Having them serve as Assassins in the Eastern Depot might be a good role for them.
Hai Zhongxian had no objections to this, nor did he think that he was just being given the Western Depot’s rejects.
The battles in the Octagonal Cage continued, but this ti it wasn’t a professional match. Wang Yi had Nangong Jin start a free-for-all match.
He mainly wanted to see just how strong Feng Yuxiu would be when equipped with the Yellow Springs Lock.
Professional matches were limited to unard combat, but free-for-all matches had no such restrictions.
The full na of the Feng Yuxiu entering the battle with the Yellow Springs Lock was [Huajin Fengyu Cultivator Number One]. He was extrely cold and aloof. He walked into the Octagonal Cage, set the Yellow Springs Lock down in front of him, and leaned on it with one hand. In a cold voice, he declared, "First fist, then leg, followed by grappling; weapons and internal arts, five in one. I am Feng Yuxiu. Today, we will not only determine who is superior, but also who lives and who dies!"
And his opponent, the one he was about to fight, was none other than the ultimate number one Murder King, Fire Fire Evil God Number One.
The old man wore flip-flops, looked scruffy, and had an unreliable-looking smile on his face.
Soon, the fight began. The Huajin Fengyu Cultivator attacked first. His movents were clean and decisive. With the Yellow Springs Lock moving with him, he engaged Fire Fire Evil God in close quarters. The Yellow Springs Lock CLANGED as its various chanisms activated, ejecting one weapon after another, each a deadly instrunt of slaughter.
The Huajin Fengyu Cultivator constantly switched between weapons—sharp swords, wild sabers, and suddenly a volley of steel needles. His assault was like a raging tempest...
The two moved so fast it was dizzying to watch. In Wang Yi’s eyes, the Fire Fire Evil God, a man who could catch bullets with his bare hands, was actually being suppressed. He was constantly retreating and dodging, though he did fight back. Each of his counterattacks practically forced the Huajin Fengyu Cultivator to switch to a new weapon.
Anyway, after a dizzying exchange, the two separated. Wang Yi couldn’t make out the details, but he saw Feng Yuxiu kneeling on one knee with the Yellow Springs Lock on his back, while Fire Fire Evil God had two fingers severed and multiple other injuries...
But the fight wasn’t over. Fire Fire Evil God roared, his expression contorting. He used the Toad Skill. His body swelled, his abilities enhanced across the board, and he took the offensive, clashing with the Huajin Fengyu Cultivator once more.
This ti, Feng Yuxiu’s weapons were repeatedly knocked from his hands, but his movents remained sharp. The Yellow Springs Lock continuously ejected new weapons, ensuring he was never left unard.
Suddenly, there was a flash of blood. The Huajin Fengyu Cultivator tumbled to the ground, getting up and spitting out two mouthfuls of blood. anwhile, the giant-like Fire Fire Evil God’s right arm was severed at the shoulder, the cut as smooth as a mirror, with blood gushing out.
The scene inside the Octagonal Cage was incredibly brutal. The stands fell silent as the audience watched tensely, forgetting even to gasp, though they couldn’t see the details of the fight.
"It’s the Silk Iron Wire!"
Jin Buhuan shouted, "Fire Fire Evil God’s arm wasn’t cut by a weapon! He fell into a trap! He was ensnared by the Silk Iron Wire, and his own imnse strength turned the wire into a sharp blade. He tried to attack, but ended up severing his own right arm! Those people from the Western Depot... that’s a vicious move!"
"So that’s what happened!"
"Can Fire Fire Evil God still fight?"
"One’s using weapons, the other is bare-handed. It’s not fair!"
"Without weapons, Feng Yuxiu would’ve been beaten to death long ago!"
"Go, Fire Fire Evil God! Just one more burst! Feng Yuxiu’s almost out of weapons! Pound him to a pulp! One more hit is all it’ll take to finish him!"
The audience in the stands erupted into shouts.
But Wang Yi quickly called a stop to it. If the fight continued, the outco was predictable: either Fire Fire Evil God would be dismbered and Feng Yuxiu would be seriously injured, or they would both perish together. In any case, the probability of the Huajin Fengyu Cultivator ultimately winning was extrely high.
"End the match! Get them both over here for Healing imdiately! This is a friendly spar, not a deathmatch!"
As he spoke, Wang Yi took out the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.
The fight between Fire Fire Evil God and the Huajin Fengyu Cultivator was, of course, unfair. The forr was a Heroic Level combatant, while the latter was only an elite-level one—a full major tier apart. However, the forr was unard, while the latter had the Yellow Springs Lock.
The Yellow Springs Lock directly erased the difference in their tiers, and even tipped the scales of combat power in its wielder’s favor.
Wang Yi had seen what he wanted to see. He concluded that the Yellow Springs Lock wasn’t just for show; its power was astonishing. Very good, and very powerful.
Thanks to the powerful Healing of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, Fire Fire Evil God Number One’s severed arm was reattached, and the wounds all over his body healed rapidly. The injuries on Huajin Fengyu Cultivator Number One weren’t as severe; he didn’t even need treatnt from the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles and went off on his own to collect his scattered weapons.
After the Huajin Fengyu Cultivator left with the Yellow Springs Lock on his back, Nangong Jin imdiately organized another professional match. Sauce Burst, He Tongtie, Second-in-Command, and others took to the cage, but Wang Yi no longer had much desire to keep watching.
After one last glance at the handso Yellow Springs Lock, Wang Yi muttered, "Not bad," and got up to leave. He planned to check on the construction of the "Power Bureau" and establish temporary shack-like bases for the East and West Depots.
Hai Zhongxian also glanced at the Huajin Fengyu Cultivator, then shot a cold look at Fire Fire Evil God Number One, the man who had just fought him. He snorted sinisterly, "Useless."
He didn’t follow Wang Yi. Instead, he took out Fasting Pills and distributed them to the four Fire Fire Evil Gods and the four pairs of Heaven and Earth Defects, assigning them to take over his duties—naly, catching those who urinated or defecated in public.
And so, the four flip-flop-wearing Fire Fire Evil Gods and the Heaven and Earth Defects, walking in pairs and carrying large Zithers on their backs, began to patrol the village.
From that day on, many "dung offenders" could be seen in Eggshell Village, carrying baskets and picking up droppings. The Eastern Depot Brocade Guard had begun to establish their authority.
「The next morning」
The little train, CHUGGA-CHUGGA, departed from Eggshell Village, beginning another day of its circuit run.
Man Datou was still the driver, and many militian, Octagonal Cage Soldiers, and villagers went along for the ride.
The Eggshell-style cabin for the "Power Bureau" was completed, right next to the Eggshell Money Shop.
Wang Yi had already built many luxurious shacks on the east and west sides of Eggshell Village to serve as temporary headquarters for the East and West Depots. He had also used a Spirit Field Certificate at Liuhe Farm, expanding the Spirit Field to two hundred acres. In addition, he had planted nurous Peach Blossom Forests at Liuhe Farm, Huangni Village, and Eggshell Pier.
At this point, Wang Yi felt he could finally relax a bit. He stretched, and was just about to head to the First Dining Hall for a plate of Hai Shen fried noodles when Nangong Jin approached him. "My lord," she said, "the recruitnt funds have been depleted. Should we continue recruiting?"
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