Commanding Wind and Cloud

The structure of the hoe was different from the kitchen knife, and the sickle was different from the hoe. Qian Jin looked at the other two blueprints and suddenly found that there were tips and experiences that he could use from forging these household items in forging his Zhanmadao.

“Let me forge a set of Purified Iron first.” Qian Jin took off his shirt and exposed his strong upper body muscles. After wiping the sweat off of his forehead, he returned to swinging his hammers.

After the three items were forged, Qian Jin grabbed the blueprints and looked for the address for the people who ordered these items. He headed towards Aunty Wang’s home at the east side of the village.

“Eh? Who are you? Blake’s apprentice? He didn’t forge this kitchen knife himself, and instead told you to do it?”

Aunty Wang, who was standing in front of her wooden door, wasn’t tall, but she was very thick and robust. Qian Jin couldn’t even compare the circumference of his arm to hers. Her unrestrained big eyes stared at the kitchen knife as she said in a doubtful tone, “I will put this out there! If this knife is not hard and durable, I won’t pay you for it. If it actually breaks, I will tear up your blacksmith shop.”

Qian Jin could only nod towards this bold and straightforward aunty. If the Warrior Weapon that he forged wasn’t durable, then…

“Eh? Level 1 Warrior Weapon!?” Aunty Wang held onto the kitchen knife and was immediately surprised.

Qian Jin was even more surprised than Aunty Wang; the expression on his face was very interesting. How could this thick woman know that the kitchen knife was a Warrior Weapon from just holding onto it? This was more surprising than seeing a demon at a remote city like Oakland.

“Level 1 Warrior Weapon?” Qian Jin’s mind was in shock again. “Warrior Weapons have levels like Refined and Purified Iron? Why didn’t Blake say anything about that?”

Qian Jin quickly opened the Status Screen and discovered that the hoe and the sickle in the bamboo basket on his back both had their own descriptions. Hoe – Level 1 Warrior Weapon. Sickle – Level 1 Warrior Weapon.

“No wonder!” A smile appeared on Qian Jin’s face. “I was wondering why I felt like the kitchen knife that I forged wasn’t as good as Fabreidis’ and his daughter’s Warrior Weapons. Blake told me that it was a Warrior Weapon, but he didn’t tell me it was only a Level 1 Warrior Weapon.”

“Since it’s a Warrior Weapon…” Aunty Wang’s expression instantly became a lot friendlier. She held the kitchen knife with her thick and strong arm and chopped at the wooden stake that was about a foot and a half in diameter outside her doorstep.

A red light instantly shined on the kitchen knife; the light got brighter and brighter as the warrior energy buzzed and caused vibrations in the knife. As soon as the blade of the knife touched the wooden stake, it cut through the stake and separated it in half as if the knife was cutting through butter.

“Not bad! Not bad! You are a lot more earnest than that old Blake! He only gave me a Level 9 kitchen knife last time, but you gave me a Warrior Weapon this time!” Aunty Wang took out a hundred gold coins and placed it in Qian Jin’s hands. “Take it!” she said.

“One hundred gold coins?” Qian Jin scratched his head. Although the information on the blueprint for this quest stated that the compensation would be fifty gold coins and one hundred coins was double the amount, he had given her a Warrior Weapon!

Even though the appearance of this kitchen knife was ugly, it was a Warrior Weapon at its core! If this item was put in an auction at Oakland City, it would make people go crazy over it! Let alone a hundred gold coins, it was very possible that the price could go into the thousands, if not tens of thousands of gold coins.

Qian Jin was from the Qian Family, so he knew the difference between the rich and the poor clearly. The money that some people spent to host a party was enough for some families to spend for more than a lifetime!

According to rumors, there was a woman in the Holy Capital named Marbella. She was given the title of Goddess of Songs. After Meacenas, a super wealthy merchant, became her sugar daddy, she spent tens of millions of silver coins, the equivalent of over a million gold coins, on just her birthday.

“A hundred gold coins?” Qian Jin thought about it as he looked at Aunty Wang who looked very tough with her thick arms and waist. He abandoned his plan to bargain for a better price. Just from how she chopped at the stake, Qian Jin knew that she was a real Demon Fighter under Zence Empire’s ranking system. Although he was a Level 9 Warrior and was feared by a lot of people, he was no match for a Demon Fighter.

From two locations and three items, Qian Jin’s wealth had jumped from zero to three hundred gold coins. At the same time, he was shocked by the strength of the woman and the farmer; his head went a little numb.

Aunty Wang wasn’t the only one with the strength of a Demon Fighter; Uncle Luke, who lived on the west side of the village, was also was a Demon Fighter despite looking like a earnest farmer!

“What kind of a village is this?”

Qian Jin forced himself to concentrate as he came to [Eulalia Mystic Potion Shop]. After he quietly pushed open the half-closed door, Qian Jin saw the middle-aged woman in a red apron again.

Just like last time, the woman had disheveled hair and a dirty face. She was busy working with a bunch of glass test tubes. Sometimes, she would pour other kinds of liquid into the test tubes and make the liquid in the test tubes boil more vigorously.

Qian Jin looked beside the test tube; there was a dried Three-Legged Poisonous Snake. Eh! The snake was already dead. Its snake scale had been taken off and dropped into the test tube. The mixture released an unpleasant smell.

Qian Jin suddenly remembered that in the book he read about Mystic Pharmacists; it was said that they were crazy! He shivered as he took out the three hundred gold coins and said, “This… I’m here to purchase some medicine…”

“Purchase medicine? Give me a second…” The middle-aged woman didn’t even raise her head. She waved her hand and said, “Give me the test tube with Fugo Grass in it. Yeah, that purple one.”

“Oh.” Qian Jin carefully took the purple test tube off of the rack because he was afraid that the mixture in it might spill out. Who knew what was in this Mystic Potion, and what kind of effect it would have?

In a documentary, it recorded a story of a Demon Fighter that had accidentally touched the experimental project of a Mystic Pharmacist. The result was eye-opening: in three days, he lost all of his warrior energy and turned into an ordinary person. In another three days, he turned from a middle-aged man to an elderly with white hair and a face full of wrinkles, but he had the voice of an infant.

The incident was named “Failed Youth Regeneration Potion Accident”. It was recorded on many books.

The middle-aged woman didn’t even look at the test tube that Qian Jin handed to her; she directly poured the mixture into another test-tube… “Ahh!” She screamed as she poured in half of the mixture.

The ear-piercing scream went through the roof and resonated across the whole village. Qian Jin was worried that he was about to turn deaf after hearing this high-pitched scream. He saw that the expression on the middle-aged woman’s face quickly turned from surprise to joy.

“This is strange! Is the mixture from Rotten Snake Grass better than the mixture from Fugo Grass?” The middle-aged woman turned around and stared at Qian Jin excitedly as she clutched onto Qian Jin’s shoulder and started to shake. “Kiddo, how did you know that Rotten Snake Grass would have a better effect than Fugo Grass?”

“Rotten Snake Grass?” At this point, Qian Jin finally realized that he had grabbed the wrong test tub. He was so scared that his body was covered in cold sweat. He had heard that adding the wrong mixtures could result in explosions… He heard that a Demon Fighter wanted to boost his warrior energy, so he asked a Mystic Pharmacist for help. But during an experiment, the test tube exploded and instantly blew the Demon Fighter into pieces…

“I… didn’t know that it was Rotten Snake Grass.” Qian Jin told the middle-aged woman honestly.

“You didn’t know? Really?” Except for surprise, there was also a lot of joy on the middle-aged woman’s face. Qian Jin started to think that her head wasn’t working properly. “I just took the wrong test tube and almost killed her. How can she still laugh about this?” he thought.