Commanding Wind and Cloud
chapter-68

It dawned on Qian Jin that the higher the level of warrior energy one reached, the larger energy he would consume. However, given the ever fiercer fights and the growth of warrior energy in the Endless World, the rise of warrior energy level greatly slowed down.

Qian Jin walked back while firmly holding the Zhanmadao in his hand. He unbelievably found that those sorehead swordsmen of the mountain headquarter whom he had finished off were brought back to life?

He came here fighting, and he also had to go back while putting up a slaughter once again.

Setting foot on the mountain headquarter, Qian Jin put down the One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron without saying even a word. Since the fight was doomed to happen, just embrace it! His Level 9 warrior energy soared in the weapon, and the glistening Zhanmadao flew up and down in the headquarter.

Another two days had passed. Qian Jin stood outside of the tranquil village entrance with bloodstain all over his body, holding Zhanmadao firmly in his hand. At the moment, he felt somewhat excited.

Qian Jin originally thought that he could finish his mission in a short time, but the truth was, he had spent five days on it. Furthermore, during the journey, he was nearly chopped off by the sorehead swordsmen or were bitten apart by the packs of wolves for many times.

He thought that what he had learnt during these five days weighed much more than what was taught in the Oakland Mage and Warrior Novice Academy. It did not only involve the rise of his warrior level, but a comprehensive improvement of warrior quality and skills.

Qian Jin had sheer confidence that he was the most eligible warrior student among all his peers, apart from being a Level 9 Warrior.

Qian Jin pushed open the shabby door, quickly walked past the street, and rushed into the dilapidated blacksmith shop seen from the exterior.

Noticing Qian Jin, Blake, who was kneeling down while taking a nap by the corner of the wall, felt slightly surprised. He took a whiff of the pipe which made him look a little more sober, flicked away the dust on his hips, and stood up, saying, “You have come back earlier than expected. Where is the One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron?”

Qian Jin unloaded the One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron from his back. “My uncle, you really have sketched a fine map. For a hundred times, I found myself near the clutches of death thanks to your map.”

Blake knelt down on the ground and looked at the One Hundred Years Aged Ice-iron, and then said without lifting his eyelids, “Aren't you here alive? If you died, it means you are not qualifiable to be a blacksmith, and your death is already predetermined.”

“What? I asked for it? Isn't this about cultivating the blacksmiths? Why does it sound like teaching the warriors?” Qian Jin frowned and was about to say something, when Blake pointed at the dilapidated thatch room which might fall apart at any time with his pipe and said, “Read the book lying to the left on the top layer of the first shelf by the door. Come to me when you’re done.”

“What's that? Why did Blake describe it so mysteriously?” Qian Jin talked to himself and walked into the thatch room. He was shocked by what appeared in front of him.

Books! The room was filled with shelves here and there, which were piled with books!

It was unbelievable that such a shabby thatch room, which seemed to be about to fall apart at any moment, was filled with so many books. Qian Jin wondered whether he had walked into a home library of the Qian Family.

Qian Jin took away the book to the left side on the top layer of the first shelf. It was a thin pamphlet containing only several dozen pages.

Blowing away the dust gathered on its cover, Qian Jin saw the title—Illustration of Zhanmadao Forging.

“Oh?” Qian Jin hurriedly opened the pamphlet. He saw that the first page was about the appearance about Zhanmadao, and the second page talked about the length and tenacity of the weapon itself.

If the edge was too long, it would weaken the Zhanmadao. Normally, one Zhanmadao that was three feet long and one foot wide had greater intensity than that with a five-feet length and one-foot width.

The way to make up for the Zhanmadao with too long an edge was thickening its blade to some degree, or using the materials of higher quality, so as to enhance its endurance to the utmost during battles.

After several pages of elaboration on the intensity of Zhanmadao, there showed the manufacturing drawings of it, marking the extent of strength one should use in every part as well as the proper number and weight of hammers.

Qian Jin read the book with great concentration. It came to him that the special hammering he learnt before laid a solid foundation for understanding and mastering the forging skills, otherwise, it would have taken him at least half a year’s time to roughly obtain the technique of forging Zhanmadao instead of the three hours.

Qian Jin took out another book called Basic Interpretation of Forging I from the shelf. This book talked more about general theories, such as the different ways of forging all kinds of weapons. Forging a weapon was not about giving it a shape and a sharp blade!

That could only work as a prop instead of a real weapon!

Staring at the big exclamation mark, Qian Jin was surprised to find that he could catch Blake’s emotions in writing down this mark.

Compared with Franklin’s Blacksmith stop, Qian Jin suddenly felt that in Blake’s viewpoint, Franklin was even unqualified of being a blacksmithing apprentice. He did nothing right.

Qian Jin continued reading and was then attracted to some large characters: the forging of God-tier Items!

God-tier Items! It was said that when a Warrior Weapon or a Magic Conductor reached the supreme level, it would be called a God-tier Item. It didn’t refer to the weapons recorded in the ethereal fables about gods though.

“A real God-tier Blacksmith Master could forge unrivalled God-tier Items with ordinary iron!”

These vigorous bold characters touched upon Qian Jin like forceful sabres. It was not his first time seeing these words as he had encountered them for many times in Qian Family’s book collection. It went as a proverb in the blacksmiths’ circle, which unexpectedly coincided with Blake’s points.

“Bullsh*t!” These two words, as gross as they were, spread through the entire second page. Qian Jin could sense Blake’s anger about the last sentence by the two words which were printed in huge size.

“Ordinary iron is just ordinary iron. The only way to forge God-tier Items is by using the finest metal!”

“That is, anyone who aims at becoming a God-tier Blacksmith Master ought to think of ways to possess the finest and rarest metal upon seeing it! Otherwise, he would be proven a dye-in-the-wood fool for not having the metal in hand when he had mastered the skills of forging god-tier items.”

“Are you still not done?”

Blake's impatient howling filled the yard. Qian Jin quickly put down the Basic Interpretation of Forging I, and quickly left the thatch room.