Chapter 67

The shape of the knife drawn by Feng Yin was markedly different from the common knives on the market.

The slender and streamlined blade was at least a foot longer than ordinary knives, which are usually about two and a half to three feet long.

The blade of the knife drawn by Feng Yin alone was nearly three and a half feet long, longer than a regular long sword. Including the handle, it was at least four feet long.

If it were sheathed, an ordinary person would hardly be able to draw it out with one hand.

"At the junction of the back and the edge of the blade, it should be a bit thicker, and the same goes for the area between the cutting edge and the belly of the blade. The heaviest black iron should be used in a higher proportion here compared to other parts," Feng Yin pointed out the areas that needed special attention.

The assistant looked helpless and kindly reminded, "Sir, a longer knife isn't always better. Your knife is... seemingly a bit too long. Even drawing it out of the sheath would be difficult... This..."

Feng Yin was displeased and said, "I have my reasons."

"Yes, yes, let's skip that. Sir, while this design is good for chopping and has greater killing power than ordinary knives, it has a fatal flaw that is hard to avoid. With the material distribution you specified, the various materials are not evenly distributed. In a major battle, especially when encountering heavy weapons, your knife is likely to break."

"Just forge it as I instructed."

Feng Yin knew the drawbacks of such a design, but he was helpless. The small broken knife in his mind was just like this. What could he do?

The assistant rolled his eyes. I've warned you, but if you insist on making things difficult for yourself, what can I do?

Using an unevenly made weapon for life-and-death combat is like playing with your own life.

But what could the shop owner do if Feng Yin insisted? Good advice is hard to persuade a stubborn person.

"How much in total?"

"Altogether, it will cost you one thousand nine hundred and eighty taels of silver."

"Hmm, not too expensive... How long will it take to complete?"

"Normally, it takes seven days. If you want it expedited, you can pick it up by tomorrow afternoon, but you'll need to pay an additional twenty taels of silver."

"Good thinking, good business!"

Feng Yin praised spontaneously.

The pricing of one thousand nine hundred and eighty taels of silver and the additional twenty taels for expedited service was truly ingeniously designed.

This way, almost no one who came to order would be unwilling to pay the extra twenty taels.

Feng Yin estimated that the normal casting cycle would take just one day, but with the expedited service, that one day became twenty taels of silver!

What a genius mind!

"I'll come to pick it up tomorrow afternoon."

"No problem. Here's your receipt. Please keep it safe and bring it to claim your knife."

"Alright."

Feng Yin took the receipt and put it in his pocket. His spiritual sense detected that the tracker was not far from the blacksmith's shop, perhaps even near the entrance...

So he lowered his voice and asked, "Where is your toilet? I really need to go."

The assistant said, "Go in from here, head south, no need to turn. It's the shed in the southwest corner... Yes, once you're in the backyard, you'll know by the smell."

"Alright."

Feng Yin took three quick steps and then suddenly stopped.

"By the way, I need you to make some small items for me. I'll give you the designs. They are some small gadgets. Make a thousand of them. Calculate the cost, and I'll pay you in advance. No rush, no expedited service."

"Sure thing."

Feng Yin then described the shapes of the items in detail and explained them twice, much to the assistant's exasperation. Such simple things, he understood without listening, yet Feng Yin explained them twice.

Is he treating me like a fool?

Besides, didn't you say you couldn't hold it and needed to go to the toilet?

How can you hold it now?

What a strange person!

Finally, the assistant couldn't help but ask, "Sir, weren't you going to the toilet?"

Feng Yin, after rambling for a while, finally heard the expected question. He clutched his stomach and quickly ran to the backyard, saying, "Oh no, I got so caught up talking about those small items that I forgot the important thing."

He hurriedly ran, but just as he reached the backyard entrance, a bundle of clothes suddenly flew into the toilet, and he turned back, saying, "I'll hold it a bit longer and go home to solve it."

Under the assistant's stunned gaze, as if watching a madman, he left the shop, and with a swift movement, the bundle of clothes disappeared into a nearby alley.

At the same time, he swiftly entered a small restaurant next door. As soon as he entered, he wiped his face, and his appearance changed instantly.

The moment he rushed out of the shop, the Linghua Scripture was fully activated, enveloping his spiritual sense and blocking all detection.

He then changed his clothes, revealing a short outfit, transforming into a typical martial artist. He touched his chin, which now had a layer of short, black stubble. He casually chose an empty table, sat down with a thud, and shouted, "Waiter, bring me some food. Two pounds of beef and two jugs of wine! The best, please!"

...

The person secretly following Feng Yin had been trailing him all the way to the blacksmith's shop, maintaining a comfortable distance.

He watched as Feng Yin inquired about the knife and drew the design, always keeping a playful cat-and-mouse mindset. He could see that Feng Yin was trying to shake him off.

But if it were that easy to lose you... Ha, wouldn't my decades of experience in the martial world be for nothing?

When Feng Yin finally finished talking and said he needed to go to the toilet, running three quick steps, this person's figure instantly moved to the other side. Not seeing Feng Yin come out, he immediately realized something was amiss, thinking it was a ploy to lure him away.

He quickly turned back. Although there was a slight gap in time, he had already assessed Feng Yin's cultivation level and knew that this gap was not enough for Feng Yin to escape his grasp and tracking. However, upon returning, he found that Feng Yin was not just trying to lure him away but was actually discussing another item to be forged, gesturing and explaining.

His initially relaxed mood became even more relaxed. He waited on the roof.

Finally, when Feng Yin, clutching his stomach, couldn't hold it any longer and rushed to the backyard, out of caution, he still didn't relax and followed.

Seeing Feng Yin's condition, he thought he was about to have an accident. This time, he should...

He saw a shadow quickly rush into the toilet and immediately appeared on the other side. Trying to run? No way!

With a loud splash, the latrine splashed.

The stench was overwhelming.

"Damn... I've been tricked!"

He realized that Feng Yin had thrown a stone or iron block wrapped in clothes. The smell was unbearable...

This... I've really been tricked?

He immediately covered his nose and quickly returned.

But this time, the situation was completely different.

In the shop, the assistant was left staring blankly at the door.

The door curtain was still fluttering, but Feng Yin was nowhere to be seen.

The tracker was extremely anxious and immediately leaped into the air to survey the surroundings.

Then he swiftly entered the nearby alley and came out with a dark face.

At the corner, there was only a piece of clothing wrapped around an iron block. It must have been taken from the blacksmith's shop...

As for the person...

He was nowhere to be found.

Where could he have gone?

This time, the gap was a bit longer, but with Feng Yin's cultivation level, he could only temporarily escape detection, not truly vanish. After thoroughly searching the surroundings, he still found nothing.

His spiritual sense detected nothing but a blank.

Unwilling to give up, he returned to the shop and grabbed the assistant, asking, "Where did that person go?"

"Ran out." The assistant immediately covered his nose, recognizing the familiar smell...

"Which direction?"

"Really didn't notice."

The assistant was thoroughly confused by the sudden changes, completely baffled and even a bit dizzy, not knowing what was happening.

The tracker, realizing he had been outsmarted by Feng Yin, immediately left the shop and began searching.

He searched nearby shops one by one, expanding his search area.

A blurry figure with a pungent smell appeared and disappeared, causing everyone to cover their noses and curse.

"Damn, who is this... It's mealtime, damn! This smell is so authentic!"

No matter how he searched, he couldn't find Feng Yin.

It seemed as if this person had vanished like a drop of water in the ocean.

"What a slippery kid!"

He punched his left palm, feeling both frustrated and embarrassed.

"I damn well lost track of a little grasshopper... Where can I go to complain about this?"

"Following such a small person and losing him is one thing, but not even knowing how I lost him is another."

"But I really don't understand how he managed to evade my spiritual sense."

"Could it be that my spiritual sense is ineffective against him?"

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to lose track of him!"

"This is truly strange."

He stood outside the small restaurant next to the blacksmith's shop, frowning in deep thought.

His spiritual sense had already scanned everyone in the restaurant.

Finding nothing, he expanded his search to a radius of several dozen feet, scanning everyone multiple times, but still found nothing.

"Damn, today is really bizarre..."

After a while, he finally sighed and left with a dark face.

"That kid must be very familiar with this area. Even if he doesn't live nearby, he must be close. This is within the eastern city district."

He finally left, his face red with embarrassment.

Feng Yin, meanwhile, continued to eat his meal, eating and drinking loudly, showing no additional reaction.

The restaurant was bustling with customers coming and going, just like any other day.

But Feng Yin knew that the person was extremely powerful and would not give up easily. Any rash move on his part would result in a complete failure.

Sure enough, after a while, the person reappeared, standing at the restaurant entrance, using his spiritual sense to monitor everyone within a hundred feet.

This monitoring lasted for a full quarter of an hour before he finally cursed, "What the hell is this!"

He then flew away.

After a long while, Feng Yin finished his last piece of beef, took out some silver to pay, and haggled over a few coins before finally paying and leaving the restaurant.

The weather was sunny and bright.

His mood was exceptionally good.