Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Chapter 62: Forging A Dragon-Slaying Blade

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At the Martial Arts Department (MAD).

Three Waters Wei was lying on the ice-cool floorboards of a depot, his body covered under half a sheet of white cloth.

“There’s no chance of saving him even when he was brought in. I’ve checked: all his organs, veins and nerves had all been crushed by the monumental force a single palm, and rendered unconscious after he was run over by that Chevrolet Enjoy. We had tried to interrogate him through hypnosis after some simple touches, but his subconscious put up a violent resistance...”

Jiang He was a little let down.

Wasn’t he dying a little too easily?

The many tortures he had thought of hadn’t even been used yet.

Suddenly getting an idea, he asked, “Chief Duan, could you give me this corpse?”

“Why would you want a corpse?”

Duan Tianhe was extremely puzzled, but nodded nonetheless. “You were the one who killed him in the first place. I’ll send someone to deliver it to you later.”

Meanwhile, the downpour outside had eased considerably, but raindrops were still falling. Still, autumn rain had always lasted a long time in the northwest, and if the heavens were not being merciful, it would be perfectly normal if this rain lasted up to ten days.

Staring out of the window, Jiang He suddenly said, “By the way, didn’t the person on the call just now mentioned that they would receive these perps in the east? Could that be the Ningdong mines?”

“That’s very likely!”

Duan Tian He mused. “That area is uninhabited now. With the complex topography of factories and mining caves, as well as chains of mountains surrounding it, that place is definitely a perfect hiding spot for the Sky Demon Cult.”

“And with two of their grandmasters hiding there, even the army would have a hard time wiping them out!”

He then glanced at Jiang He. Upon noticing the flash of killing intent in the other man’s eyes, he quickly said, “Jiang He. The Tranquil Heavenly General is a rank-seven grandmaster with brutal abilities, and the Frost True Qi he cultivates make him a tough opponent. Moreover, he’s now backed up by the Earth Demon Heavenly General, so don’t even think about it.”

“Am I that stupid?”

Jiang He was a little lost for words, adding, “I don’t have the strength to fight against a rank-seven right now. I won’t go to my death so stupidly.”

In the very least...

He would have to wait, and only consider that after he grew his own blade, planted a swordplay and his ability improved.

But Duan Tianhe did not know what he was thinking.

Assuming that Jiang He listened to his advice, he said, “Things aren’t that simple over at the Ningdong Mines. Both Tranquil and Earth Demon are martial arts grandmasters, and average Awakened or martial artists would never win against them. Let’s wait until the situation at Mount Dadong had calmed down, and I’ll then direct the one I placed at Mount Dadong to move out and take them both down.”

“So, when would things calm down over at Mount Dadong?”

“In a month.”

A month?

Jiang He’s mouth twitched. Even coleslaws would turn hot from waiting for so long, and who knows if the Tranquil and Earth Demon might suddenly try to assassinate him. What, was he supposed to remain fearful and panicky every single day, and not even have a wink of peaceful sleep?

Stepping out of the depot, they returned to Duan Tianhe’s office.

As they sat on the sofa again, Jiang He stared at Pudgy Jiang for several seconds before exclaiming in surprise, “Old Jiang... How did you get fat again?”

He did not realize that before, and only noticed it now.

Even though Pudgy Jiang had ‘slimmed down’ thanks to a single blow from Jiang He’s Mighty Dragon Shows Remorse a few days ago, he was definitely a little fatter now, even if he was not as exceedingly fat as before.

Nonetheless, Pudgy Jiang laughed out loud. “What else could it be, other than the good food I keep getting from Old Duan? I ate myself fat again without noticing it.”

Beside them, Duan Tianhe could not help retorting, “Don’t listen to him—not even a pig would have gotten that fat in a few days. It’s his cultivation: it’s a rather unique form, and getting fat is a special state that keeps him alive during dire moments.”

“I see.”

Jiang He muttered thoughtfully. “He’s like a bear then, storing thick, flabby fat in his body. Still, while bears use that to hibernate, Chief Jiang uses it as a form of protection.”

He was not concerned even as Pudgy Jiang scowled and chuckled, “Chief Jiang, why not cultivate in another style? Look at me...”

Ooom!

The silhouette of a golden bell appeared over Jiang He’s body, and he knocked on it with his hand, causing it to dong resoundingly. “My defensive technique is as powerful as it looks cool. Don’t you think having to eat over three hundred catties to protect yourself is a little too ugly?”

“By the way, are you married, Chief Jiang? Got a girlfriend?”

Pudgy Jiang scowled even harder.

Meanwhile, Duan Tianhe was holding back his laughter until his face went red.

Jiang He, on the other hand, was laughing heartily.

Pudgy Jiang had made fun of him considerably last time and got his payback now. Still, he felt a little fortunate that he was careful enough not to use that technique on Mu Wanqiu.

Soon, Jiang He became serious and asked, “Actually, the reason I came is to ask you for help, Chief Duan... do you know any weaponsmith?”

“You want to forge weapons?”

Duan Tianhe smiled. “Our MAD do have an Awakened who could fashion weapons. He was a blacksmith before and ended up awakening a superpower connected to his job, although the class of his awakening is too low, and he couldn’t create weapons of A or S-grade.”

“Oh?”

Jiang He’s eyes shone. “Anything works. It doesn’t have to be A or S-grade.”

A-grade alloy weapons cost upwards of dozen millions, whereas S-grade alloy weapons were around ten times that price. With that amount of cash, he could have fresh models queueing up to have fun with him until he gets old, so why bother doing anything else?

Either way, he only needed a seed for his forging—he did not need all that much.

Soon, he met the weaponsmith: an old man who looked plain and honest.

His back was hunched, with a large, blackened hammer hanging over his hip, and he spoke with a thick northwestern accent, “What’d you want? Daggers? Swords?”

“A battle blade, sir.”

Whipping out his phone, Jiang He showed an image he handpicked out of the internet: it was a dark golden dragon-slaying blade, with a dragon’s head crafted as its handle, appearing exceedingly imposing and overbearing.

The old man held Jiang He’s phone and looked at it for half a day. “No problem. I promise it would look identical to that picture, although my ability is limited to B-grade alloy.”

“How long would it take to forge it?”

The old man thought about it and held up three fingers.

Jiang He frowned and exclaimed, “Three months? I can’t wait that long. Just make me something else instead.”

The old man glared and scolded him, “You brat. Who do you think you’re belittling? I’ll be done in three hours!”

Beside them, Duan Tianhe had ordered some of his people to bring along some B-grade alloy plates.

The old man raised his hand in a summoning gesture, and the hammer flew from his hip up to his coarse fingers. A scorching energy hence surged, and the black hammer promptly unleashed a blaze.

He placed the hammer over the pile of B-grade alloys, and in just a dozen minutes, the metals began to soften and melt.

Gaping, Jiang He muttered, “This codger is impressive!”

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