Chapter 27.2 - Celebration

Suo Laimu looked at the leaves in the light and suddenly smiled. “Wielding a saber, the lightest one could already weigh up to a hundred jins [1]. It has great power when it swings down, and it can easily behead a huge beast. Wherever it goes, it is brave, fierce, and unmatched. All fowls and beast would retreat. But in the end, however, it is cumbersome and inconvenient to use in close combat. Only you wouldn’t wield it so clumsily. You seem awkward, yet you actually have great skill [2]. I have lived to now and have never seen such a saber before. You are amazing–but ah…”

He deliberately exhaled, leaving Chang An hanging. Sure enough, Chang An was lured in and asked, “But what?”

Suo Laimu said, “But it is not the best blade in the world–the best blade is a jiandao. Do you know what a jiandao is?”

Chang An nodded without hesitation. “The jiandao not only has a cutting edge, but also a sharp tip, and its spine [3] is very narrow. I studied it for a while, but it wasn’t right for me, so I changed it later.”

“That jiandao that was incomparable in all the land under heaven was extremely unusual,” said Suo Laimu. “It was as thin as a cicada’s wings. Your saber weighs a hundred jin, but that one was only a few liang [4]. It was as light as a goose feather that even a child could carry it.”

Chang An frowned. “That’s impossible. That kind of blade would break right away.”

The length of the jiandao’s blade was long and slender, which made it more likely to break than the common blade. Therefore, its spine was made much thicker than the common blade, making it look more like a long thorn than a blade. [5]

Suo Laimu ignored it and said, “It’s made from a divine iron that dropped from the Ninth Heaven. It’s indeed extraordinary, but it’s also really fragile. The person who wields it has to use light strength and the blade cannot be thrown. A little more strength and his own blade would break. His starting force also has to be vertical; else, the blade breaks into two pieces. It’s so fragile, yet so sharp. It can split a strand of hair vertically into three parts and also chop off a human head. However, the person wouldn’t even notice that their head has separated until they’ve walked ten steps away–Believe it or not, this is what the Sword God told me.”

Bei Shi had never told him this. When Chang An heard this, his eyes widened, nearly worshipping Suo Laimu. But then a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and pressed on top of his head. Hua Yi intimately crossed his arm around Chang An’s neck and said, “This silly boy, you also believe in what Suo Laimu says.”

Chang An struggled to turn his neck around in the crook of his firm arm and said, “I’ve never seen the Sword God.”

“What Sword God?” Hua Yi sneered. “What isn’t a god in his eyes? The tree has a Tree God, the flower has a Flower God, the grass has a Grass God, while the mountains and rivers have no gods–God stick, can you tell us something? Does the latrine pit have a god? Doesn’t he mind the shit?”

Suo Laimu cooly brushed him off: “Bullshit!”

Hua Yi: “Aiyo, Shit God [6], spare my life!”

Chang An finally couldn’t hold back from laughing.