Chapter 642 - 130: Return to the Ancient Dreams (22)
The Xiao clan warrior returned to the inn the next evening, dragging his weary body, and inevitably received another scolding from Lu Hong.
Three days later, the weapon Lu Hong needed was finally forged and completed, and the blacksmith owner personally delivered it to his door.
Since the day Lu Hong thoroughly defeated Lei Jinjin, his reputation had completely taken off in Nansha Town. To make amends for past mistakes, the blacksmith owner also had his apprentice work overtime to hastily forge ten fine longswords.
These ten swords were a notch above the ones Hai Ge had exchanged for with a hefty sum of gold, which only intensified Hai Ge’s resentment. If looks could kill, the blacksmith would have died eight hundred times over.
The blacksmith owner, however, was worldly and had skin thick enough to be impenetrable; he completely ignored Hai Ge’s murderous gaze, leaned in close to Lu Hong with a grin, and asked, "Brother, are you satisfied with the sword?"
Lu Hong lifted the heavy sword—it was significantly heavier than before, but still within an acceptable range. What captured Lu Hong’s attention the most were the array patterns, etched with great precision on the blade. As the power of his blood and qi surged into it, the patterns emitted a faint red glow, like a demonic eye opening, which was astonishing.
"Not bad at all, you’ve worked hard, boss," Lu Hong said, extremely pleased. This formation was one that he was most familiar with from his time forging divine swords in the Eternal Continent. Its use was simple: to store a large amount of blood and qi.
With Lu Hong’s once expansive meridians and constitution, the pattern would not be of much use to him, but things were different now. His body after transmigration was of only average strength, and his blood and qi were no longer as boundless as the sea. Therefore, the inscribed array patterns could significantly enhance his endurance, and if he used the Bloodthirst Skill, the patterns could also help him share the burden, reducing the possibility of his body exploding. If anything were to explode, the sword would go first.
"Since brother is satisfied, I can rest easy," sighed the blacksmith with relief, then stood up to take his leave.
With the weapon in hand, it was time to return.
After much thought about the impending beastmen war, Lu Hong decided not to participate for the time being. There were countless places to level up by fighting; there was no need to gamble with his life on such a perilous battlefield, particularly in a war led by those from the Heavenly God Realm.