Chapter 13

Backyard.

Zhao Yun had already taken off his robe and was washing by the well.

Yang Da and Wu Er were quite diligent, running back and forth with weapons in their arms. When the young master's room was full, they piled them outside. At a glance, under the old tree, in front of the stone table, and by the wall, there were weapons everywhere.

"Do not disturb me."

Zhao Yun changed his clothes and turned to enter the house. After finishing, he didn't forget to lock the door from the inside.

Old Sun and the other two were puzzled and peered through the window.

Unfortunately, the young master had even closed the window, so they couldn't see anything, and because they couldn't see, they were even more puzzled.

Inside the room, Zhao Yun looked around.

To say that Yang Da and Wu Er were really sincere, they had even piled weapons on the bed.

"Let's start."

Zhao Yun rolled up his sleeves and picked up a heavy ghost-head knife. This knife was quite thick and heavy, and an ordinary person couldn't wield it. It belonged to the heavy knife category, weighing about a hundred pounds. The craftsmanship was quite good, but besides the iron material, there were many impurities, which greatly reduced the quality of the weapon.

After examining it, he invoked the heavenly thunder.

The tearing lightning crackled, and one after another, like wriggling electric snakes, wrapped around the knife.

Next, he began the tempering process.

Since the weapon was not forged purely, he needed to remove the impurities to enhance its hardness and flexibility.

Crack! Crack!

Such sounds were frequent, coming from the ghost-head knife. Clumps of ash floated out of the blade, all of which were impurities refined by the lightning. They were originally mixed in the blade and were actually useless.

When he stopped, the lightning dissipated.

The ghost-head knife in his hand was still heavy but had lost three to five pounds due to the removal of impurities.

Losing three to five pounds, it needed to be compensated.

Zhao Yun took a short spear, refined the impurities, and then refined the remaining iron into the ghost-head knife. Thus, it still weighed a hundred pounds, but the hardness and flexibility were of a different level.

"Good."

Zhao Yun smiled, holding the ghost-head knife and examining it from all angles.

After being refined by the lightning, the knife had transformed.

On the blade, there was a faint lightning mark, which looked quite impressive.

He wanted to improve it further.

However, the material used to cast the knife was too low-grade. No matter how much he refined it, it couldn't exceed its defined quality.

This was the limitation of the material itself.

What he could do was to refine it to the purest and most refined state.

However, just refining was enough.

Not to exaggerate, the hardness and flexibility of the ghost-head knife in his hand were already better than those of the Liu family's weapon shop. After all, his lightning was of the heavenly level. Even if he didn't use its full power, it was far superior to the half-baked beast fire. In the same refining process, the other side couldn't achieve such refinement.

"First one."

Zhao Yun smiled and placed the ghost-head knife in the row of refined weapons.

He then picked up another iron sword.

This was a very long process, after all, there were many weapons, and the room was full of them.

Night fell quietly.

In the room, he finally sat down, pale-faced, drenched in sweat, and listless.

Refining weapons was a technical job.

While consuming true essence, it also consumed energy, which was mental strength. If one couldn't withstand the high-intensity forging, they would give up halfway. As for him, he had been refining with all his might, and his eyes were already bloodshot.

"Tomorrow, buy some essence pills."

Moon Goddess suddenly spoke, lying comfortably on the moon without even opening her eyes, speaking casually.

"Sure," Zhao Yun wiped the sweat.

Essence pills were pills that nourished the spirit. Calling them pills was more accurate than calling them elixirs, as true elixirs were extremely precious and might not be found even in the entire Forgotten Ancient City.

There was no way, as alchemists were rarer than weapon refiners.

Such talents all went to prosperous places where the treatment was better, at least better than the poor and remote Forgotten Ancient City. Moreover, alchemical materials were not easy to find, and the elixirs they refined were not enough for their own use, let alone for sale. Even if they were sold, they would be pre-ordered.

"Have you heard that Liu Cangkong is having a grand birthday in a month?"

"The whole Forgotten Ancient City is talking about it. The invitations sent out could fill a cart."

"Having a connection with the Heavenly Sect is different."

"Speaking of the Liu family makes me angry, and Liu Ruyue, who deserves the kindness of our young master."

Outside the room, there were voices.

They were Yang Da and Wu Er. With the weapon shop closed, they had nothing to do and were chatting under the tree.

Old Sun was also there, holding an old pipe, puffing away, and giving the two a stern look, as if to say, can't you be a bit quieter? Do you want to make the young master even more upset?

Creak!

When he looked, the window opened a bit, and a piece of silver flew out.

"Go buy a chamber pot."

From inside the room, Zhao Yun's voice came faintly.

"Chamber... pot?"

Yang Da, holding the silver, looked at the room hesitantly.

"Pure iron."

Zhao Yun added, "Use the leftover money to buy some wine and meat."

"Wine and meat?"

Hearing these two words, Yang Da and Wu Er's eyes lit up, and their mouths watered. They couldn't remember the last time they had eaten meat, and their pockets were empty, partly because the weapon shop's business was too poor.

"Got it!"

The two, with the silver, ran out of the small garden, their legs moving quickly.

"Grand birthday."

In the room, Zhao Yun's cold laugh was quite chilling.

A chamber pot was a good thing, but he wasn't buying it to play with. It was for Liu Cangkong.

How could he have a peaceful grand birthday after humiliating the Zhao family? Have a grand birthday, my ass.

If he had the strength, he would have bought a coffin instead of a chamber pot.

"Chamber pot."

Moon Goddess, twirling a strand of illusory hair, muttered. In her memory, there was such a person who would send a chamber pot to anyone having a grand birthday, each as big as a mountain.

Buzz!

Here, Zhao Yun had put down a long spear. Originally black and dull, it was now shiny and golden after being refined by lightning, occasionally emitting lightning, and a single thrust could create a large hole in a stone.

Crack! Crack!

He didn't stop, using his mind to do three things at once: refining, body training, and running the Primordial Heavenly Thunder Technique. With the help of lightning, the two cultivation methods, the Bone Washing and Sinew Changing Classic, became much more powerful.

"Haste makes waste."

Moon Goddess spoke softly and then lay down to sleep.

"Sure."

Zhao Yun responded, but his hands didn't stop. He was a martial fanatic and a madman.

Not long after, Yang Da and Wu Er returned.

Yang Da was fine, carrying two jars of wine and good meat and vegetables in his hands. Wu Er, on the other hand, was quite impressive, holding a super-sized chamber pot, weighing about twenty to thirty pounds.

Old Sun, seeing this, choked on his smoke and coughed violently.

Zhao Yun finally came out, his eyes bloodshot, his face pale, and he stumbled when he stepped out of the room.

"Young master."

"Eat."

It was time to eat. He was starving, having refined weapons and trained his body all day, his eyes were seeing stars.

Under the old tree, a table was set up.

The scene was quite warm, with a generous master, and the servants also benefited.

After the meal, Zhao Yun patted his stomach and stood up.

Yang Da and Wu Er were less dignified, perhaps because they hadn't eaten meat in a long time, they were still licking their hands.

Zhao Yun smiled and threw another money bag back.

"Young master, this..."

Old Sun stood up.

"Don't worry, it's not from the account." Zhao Yun waved his hand, his actions clearly conveying: follow me, and you'll eat well and drink well.

"Young master is the best."

Wu Er opened the money bag. Wow! There were over a hundred taels.

In the room, the sound of thunder rose, and Zhao Yun started again.

Zhao Yun started again, invoking lightning. Three days later, the weapon shop would reopen, and he needed to make a name for himself, not only to protect his grandfather's legacy but also to humiliate the Liu family.

Huh?

Moon Goddess, lying on the moon, suddenly sat up, paused for three seconds, and then looked at Zhao Yun.

This look was different from before. Her dreamy, watery eyes slowly narrowed into a line.

"How is this possible?"

Her whisper was inaudible, but the depth of her gaze was indescribable.