#65 - Chapter 65 Double Blade

Back home, Cheng Feng decided to take a break from exercising for a few days to recover.

His Qi and blood were weak and needed a couple of days to recuperate.

Right now, Cheng Feng didn't mind.

He heard from his master that the close disciples would basically spar with the new disciples from other martial arts schools.

Those new disciples were still working hard on the Skin Refinement stage.

This was to make Cheng Feng's efforts worthwhile.

How could he fight them if he didn't surpass them in realm?

Cheng Feng wasn't too concerned about this kind of competition.

As long as he didn't get utterly humiliated.

Being a close disciple, it wouldn't be too much to ask for at least a draw against a new disciple, right?

Losing was definitely out of the question.

But there was no need to show off.

Cheng Feng didn't need his master's praise.

He didn't care about food or drink; he just wanted money.

Liu Tiechui said he would definitely be able to forge the blade the day before the competition.

Right now, Cheng Feng only had twenty-five taels of silver left, plus two taels in loose change.

After paying the remaining twenty taels, he'd be left with seven.

The sense of financial crisis was looming.

He still had three pregnant women, two wives, and a maid to support.

He couldn't wait for next month's dividend.

He brewed his liquor every ten days.

Judging from his share, the tavern's liquor sales were doing well.

This month should be around fifty taels or so!

Cheng Feng had a rough idea, and after the first month's dividend came out, he stopped worrying.

At least he could maintain a corresponding level of income.

Now, it all depended on his blade.

That so-called crippled swordsman had put too much pressure on him.

Back then, he didn't have the realm or a weapon.

He couldn't even put up a fight.

Now that his realm had improved and the blade was almost ready.

He had the basic trio: clothes, realm, and weapon.

He was only short on some money to make two sets of brocade clothes for himself.

And get a mansion.

A proper petty-bourgeois life.

Cheng Feng knew what was important.

So, he still needed to get the blade first.

The clothes could wait.

He'd look for a mansion when he had an idea of what he wanted.

Right now, he was empty-handed.

He still needed some time.

Fortunately, his promise to Lao San about learning martial arts was after his elder brother's wedding.

This gave him some leeway.

Cheng Feng occasionally pondered Wang Tieshan's words. Since entering Blood Refinement, Cheng Feng always received small lessons from Wang Tieshan.

Not about martial arts, but about discussing realms, surrounding forces, and Cheng Feng's future development direction.

Cheng Feng wasn't too interested in the others, but Wang Tieshan's introduction and planning for Cheng Feng gave him a clearer understanding of himself.

Cheng Feng now sincerely acknowledged Wang Tieshan as his master.

He was truly sincere to him.

Wang Tieshan told Cheng Feng to hone his Blood Refinement realm well, as this stage was the most fundamental and important for the future Bone Refinement and Organ Refinement realms.

The purer the blood Qi was refined, the better.

The purity of blood Qi was related to future breakthroughs.

To forge a pair of tough bones, one must slowly let strands of fresh blood seep into every bone crevice, and then let a steady stream of hot blood invade the depths of the bone marrow, so as to complete the purification and refinement of the blood. After this series of steps, not only can the blood become pure, but also the bones can become stronger.

As for Organ Refinement, it must wait until the bones and skin have been tempered well enough before it can be carried out. At this time, Qi and blood need to be recalled to the internal organs, and focus on developing the most critical respiratory organs to expel the various impurities that have accumulated in the organs for a long time. Therefore, it is said that "the purer the blood, the better."

At this stage, ordinary meat, rice, steamed buns and other basic dishes can no longer fully meet the growing physical needs of warriors.

After entering the Blood Refinement stage, warriors usually choose to eat more medicinal cuisine to assist in cultivation. If the family's financial situation is limited, then they must also match the medicinal cuisine with meat and refined white flour to supplement each other, at least ensuring that they can eat a medicinal meal every seven days to maintain the purity of blood Qi in the body.

As the path of cultivation progresses, the requirements for the quality and type of food become more stringent.

So many warriors go to the wild to hunt exotic animals, or are killed by exotic animals.

Cheng Feng said he understood.

All of this is based on the principle of voluntariness.

Either you get stronger, or I get stronger.

After a thorough conversation with Wang Tieshan, they talked about the topic of forces. Regarding the future direction of development, without a doubt, Cheng Feng's goal must be to go to the prefecture city.

However, before that, there is a crucial prerequisite – to have enough wealth.

This would make it easier to settle down and buy women.

Only after honing his skills to the extreme level will Cheng Feng step out of Qingxi County, this "novice village."

To be honest, it would be a lie to say that he had no interest in the outside world at all. After all, who wouldn't want to see a wider world?

However, the world is extremely dangerous now, and the Great Zhou Dynasty has been fighting for years, so it is not easy to travel the world alone.

Cheng Feng knew that he was not skilled enough, and that survival came first, so he didn't dare to take risks easily. Before his own strength reached the standard, he should honestly stay put, so as not to go out and die in vain.

The next day, a shop assistant from the blacksmith shop came to his door and said that the blade had been forged.

Cheng Feng replied that he would be there soon.

Pocketing the silver, he strode towards the blacksmith shop.

What man doesn't want a good blade?

To have a Embroidered Spring Blade?

Cheng Feng was a big fan anyway.

Cheng Feng didn't know much about the forging industry of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

But the only blacksmith shop with a name in Qingxi County was this one.

Recalling his past interactions with Master Liu, he couldn't help but feel that this person was very reliable.

He acted decisively and resolutely, and once he made a mistake, he would bravely admit it, and apologize and compensate sincerely in a timely manner; after the apology, he could skillfully use this opportunity to attract new customers, successfully achieving the most basic information blockade.

In this way, he not only showed his sincerity and goodwill, but also avoided unnecessary complications.

After all, I treat you well, so you naturally won't be embarrassed to spread the word that I'm not good, right?

Cheng Feng would understand the trick very well, and choosing to spend money to avoid disaster was undoubtedly a wise move, which was not a loss for himself or others.

Master Liu's way of dealing with people was also something Cheng Feng later realized.

This person is indeed different from before.

Stepping into the back hall,

He placed the silver on the table.

His gaze went directly to the two identical long blades placed on the table.

These two blades were about 1.4 meters long, which was slightly longer than ordinary swords.

He drew a blade and tried it. Its shape was uniquely designed, with a thick handle and a thin blade. This structure was not only conducive to grip and force, but also could exert amazing power in battle.

The blade flickered with a chilling cold light, exuding a cold and piercing aura. The extremely sharp blade seemed to be able to cut off all obstacles in the world, making people shudder.

Just by staring at these two blades, one could feel an unspeakable coercion. They were like two sleeping tigers. Although they were lying there quietly at the moment, as long as there was a slight disturbance, they would immediately wake up and show unparalleled power.

Standing in front of these two blades, people could even clearly feel an invisible sharpness coming towards them, like a gust of wind and rain, making people feel awe.

However, what was most amazing was the color of the two blades. One of them had an ordinary bright steel color, which was no different from ordinary knives; the other was unique, with a jet-black blade, like the master of the night.

Cheng Feng held the two blades in his hands, his eyes flashing with excitement. He first waved the ordinary bright-colored blade and slashed it hard at the ordinary test iron blade placed next to him. With a crisp "crack", the blade was cut down and easily split the test iron blade in two!

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Feng carefully pulled off a strand of his hair and gently placed it on the blade. Then, he took a deep breath and blew hard – in an instant, the hair broke apart as if it had been caressed by a breeze, without any resistance!

Cheng Feng's face was full of joy, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good blade! What a good blade! Thank you, Master Liu!"

He loved these two newly made treasures and happily put them into their sheaths.

At this time, the burly blacksmith was still standing in place, smiling and adding: "Master felt that this blade seemed to be a little lacking, so he specially added some black iron essence."

Cheng Feng didn't understand the preciousness of the material, but he thanked him again,

Then he walked out of the blacksmith shop, carrying the blade box on his back, and walked home.

His weapon was in place.