"What a sharp knife!"
A gleam of cold light flashed in Bai Ziyue’s eyes.
In the struggle between martial artists, strength, realm, speed, martial arts, and weapons all play crucial roles in determining victory.
As for weapons, he had his saber broken in an earlier encounter. The long knife he chose wasn’t bad, made of refined iron and forged a hundred tis into steel, far superior to a standard long knife.
Yet at this mont, it was still easily severed by this Nine Seals Sect steward, showing that the opponent’s long knife was indeed top-notch, a renowned blade.
In terms of hardness, Bai Ziyue estimated it was not much worse than the magical flying sword he carried.
"Hehe, this is the saber our Battle Hall Master is about to replace. It’s made entirely of teorite, combined with various spiritual materials. Compared to your ordinary war saber, it’s not even slightly inferior to the Void Clarity Saber held by your Gang Leader.
This blade was ticulously forged for forty-nine days before it ford only two days ago. Consider yourself honored to die under this saber."
The steward sneered, his eyes filled with coldness.
The loud shout from Fang Yuan earlier, he had heard clearly and knew Bai Ziyue’s strength was not simple, a rare Inner Power Realm martial artist.
But so what?
His own strength wasn’t weak, being at the peak of Inner Cultivation. Otherwise, he couldn’t have held the position of steward at the Nine Seals Weapon Workshop. With a supre blade in his hand, he was confident he could kill even an Inner Power Realm martial artist.
"This blade is not bad.
However, it already belongs to ."
The more Bai Ziyue looked, the more satisfied he felt. He smiled, but his eyes suddenly turned icy.
The next mont, his body shot out, swiftly closing in.
"Die!"
The Nine Seals Sect steward roared, raising the saber again for a downward sweep.
But just as the long knife was about to fall, a trace of confusion suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Where did he go?
"A good knife, but it depends on who wields it to unleash its true power.
You are a bit lacking."
He barely heard these words when he abruptly felt an imnse pain in his neck.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a broken knife deeply embedded in his neck, almost severing his entire head.
"You... ah..."
He opened his mouth, trying to say sothing, but suddenly let out his last breath, sinking directly into an endless darkness.
"Indeed a good knife."
With a reach and grab, Bai Ziyue felt a heavy weight in his hand, causing him so joy. When looking at the blade, despite its deep blackness, it glowed with an extre black brilliance, making it appear dazzling.
A flick of the hand, the knife blade vibrated, even cutting through the air with a subtle, buzzing sound.
"This blade weighs around two hundred and seventy pounds, with a length of three feet seven inches, a broad and thick blade, and a sharp edge. It’s not only incredibly hard but also has impressive flexibility.
Calling it a supre blade, a treasure blade, is not an exaggeration.
At least for now, it suits perfectly.
Compared to the Gang Leader’s Void Clarity Saber, it should last until I beco a first-class expert."
Bai Ziyue played with the blade fondly for a while.
This saber, though weighing nearly three hundred pounds, posed no challenge for him.
His Overlord Saber Technique required such a heavy blade to exert stronger power.
The previous blade, while handy, was ultimately a bit too light...
Entering the storage room, Bai Ziyue paid no attention to the shiny swords and knives on the ground. Most were standard weapons, worth at most a dozen or twenty silver coins. If he could collect them safely, he wouldn’t dismiss them.
But during the fight, it was naturally inappropriate.
So, Bai Ziyue directly selected a few higher-grade weapons than his previous long knife, packed them in a cloth bag, slung it over his shoulder, and left.
Of course, he didn’t overlook the money and valuables on the corpses.
"Ti is running out, retreat!"
Suddenly, a loud shout echoed from deep within the weapon workshop. Imdiately, Bai Ziyue heard the sound of buildings collapsing.
Crackle!
Torches were thrown onto the thatched roof.
Flas ignited instantly, quickly spreading.
Bai Ziyue imdiately stopped searching and swiftly ran out of the courtyard, soon arriving at a narrow path where he spotted a figure carrying a large heap of items, dashing rapidly.
Without hesitation, Bai Ziyue quickly followed.
After four or five minutes, the group stopped on a hillside.
"Looks like only the four of us made it back alive. The others have all perished in this operation."
Wang Peng looked back at the Nine Seals Weapon Workshop, watching the raging fire, with no one else erging.
"The Nine Seals Sect is no small force. Even within the weapon workshop, there were many experts. Achieving such results is already quite sothing."
One martial artist, with a wound on his chest, spoke with a tone of lancholy.
However, corresponding to his tone, was his mountain-like backpack, obviously filled with weapons and silver coins.
"Right, I rember Senior Brother Fang Yuan and Junior Brother Luo Su went to that remote courtyard with you, how co they didn’t co back, but you did..."
Suddenly, a seemingly frail martial artist stared unblinkingly at Bai Ziyue.
Compared to the two powerful Inner Cultivation martial artists, Bai Ziyue, a Peak External Forging martial artist, had a much lower chance of surviving.
"We were out of luck and encountered a steward from the Nine Seals Weapon Workshop. Brother Luo and Brother Fang fought desperately and only managed to severely injure the steward. Because I was the weakest, I managed to survive."
Bai Ziyue replied calmly.
"Is that so?"
He still had so doubts in his heart. Neither Luo Su nor Fang Yuan were the types to sacrifice themselves for others.
If that steward was truly powerful, their first move would have been to retreat, not to fight to the death.
"Or do you think I hard the two of them?"
Bai Ziyue’s gaze turned cold as he looked over.
That icy gaze instantly sent a chill through the man’s heart, creating a vague sense of fear. He felt a wave of anger rise.
As a mid-stage Inner Cultivation martial artist, could he possibly be afraid of an External Forging individual?
"Alright, no matter what, this mission is finally complete. If we stay any longer, the experts guarding the Jun Mountain Iron Mine will arrive. Let’s leave quickly."
Wang Peng barked out, glaring at Bai Ziyue and the others before swiftly turning and rushing back the way they had co.
The others also moved quickly, stepping lightly through the dense forest as if walking on flat ground.
Bai Ziyue naturally said nothing further and silently followed along.
Half an hour later, Bai Ziyue and the others successfully returned to the foot of the city wall and once again entered through a gap.
By this ti, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to relax.
"Alright, the mission is over. Each participant will have three hundred contribution points recorded. You can go to the Internal Affairs Hall to collect them in a day."
Let’s disperse now.
Of course, if you have gains you can’t sell, you can co to . I can offer you a fair price."
By now, Wang Peng had also relaxed, smiling as he spoke.
"Thank you for your kindness, Guardian Wang. I have a friend with connections in this area, so I’ll take my leave now."
"Guardian Wang, see you later."
The others spoke up one after another, eager to turn and leave.
"Guardian Wang, farewell!"
Bai Ziyue also cupped his hands in salute and was about to leave when Wang Peng stopped him.
"What does Guardian Wang an by this?"
Bai Ziyue’s heart tightened, and he looked warily at Wang Peng.
"Hehe, you don’t need to be nervous.
To an old hand like , I can tell what Fang Yuan and Luo Su were up to just by the way they talk.
But what I didn’t expect was that you, of all people, made it back alive. You do have so skills.
Of course, whatever grudges exist between you, I don’t want to get involved, nor can I.
But I’m quite interested in the saber at your waist. Na your price, and I’ll take it."
Wang Peng chuckled, eyeing the long saber sheathed at Bai Ziyue’s waist.
With his keen eyes, he could tell from the hilt alone that the saber was extraordinary.
This saber was clearly Bai Ziyue’s prize from the Weapon Workshop, probably a top-quality blade no worse than his own. He couldn’t help but feel tempted.
Collecting weapons had always been his hobby.
"I also like this saber and I don’t intend to sell it."
Bai Ziyue shook his head and said.
"As far as I know, you weren’t initially on this mission. That ans you were added at the last minute.
You should be well aware of that. Achieving that ans you have so significant backing.
If you are willing to sell that saber, I’m willing to help you resolve any troubles you face in the future.
I think that’s a favor worth considering."
Wang Peng spoke calmly, his face showing confidence.
A martial artist at the External Forging level, even with decent talent and as one of the sect’s Ten Outstanding Disciples, still hadn’t grown strong enough and lacked solid backing. Offending a high-ranking figure within the sect would be extrely difficult.
From his perspective, this offer was enough to make Bai Ziyue willing to part with the saber.
"No, that’s unnecessary."
Bai Ziyue refused once again.
Wang Peng’s smile stiffened, and he said in disbelief, "Are you not afraid of offending another high-ranking figure within the sect and as well? You should know, if I decided to make things difficult for you, it would be very easy."
"I only know that my things, as long as I don’t want to give them, no one can take them away."
Bai Ziyue’s face remained calm, his eyes glimring faintly as he said softly, "Anyone who offends won’t have an easy ti either."
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