The Heavenly Court is gone, I don't want to be a True Lord.

Fushan City East End Lifang.

This area is the territory of the second branch of the Lin family, and it is also the street with the most blacksmith shops in Fushan City. Even the surrounding streets are all engaged in businesses related to blacksmithing and forging.

There weren't many people on the street, but everyone had an air about them that didn't seem like an ordinary person; they were all carrying weapons.

Lin Yujun and Zuo Qi were sitting in the carriage. There was also a maid named Lü Yue in the carriage. She was Lin Yujun's personal maid and was looking at Zuo Qi with great curiosity.

Zuo Qi, having lived two lives, told jokes along the way, making Lin Yujun very happy.

The carriage was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Just then.

The voice of the coachman, Old Huang, could be heard from outside.

"Miss, Ou Ji's here."

Lin Yujun suppressed her smile, glanced at Zuo Qi with a hint of something in her eyes, and said, "Brother Zuo, we've arrived."

Ou Ji is the best blacksmith shop in Duanlifang and Fushan City. There is no other reason than that it is home to Ou Nanfeng, the number one blacksmith in Fushan City. He has been forging iron for nearly sixty years and has achieved great martial arts skills. It is said that he once forged a divine weapon with spiritual power. The Cold Mountain Spear in the hands of Pei Hanhai, the garrison commander, was made by Master Ou.

Zuo Qi defeated Qin Chen at the Lin Family Training Ground. In addition to the Dragon-Slaying Halberd Technique, Lin Yulian also sent a letter of introduction, which would allow Master Ou to make a move.

Zuo Qi naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, so he went to Ou Ji's restaurant with Lin Yujun.

We were ushered inside by the workers. The place was ablaze with fire and incredibly hot. Crimson flames occasionally burst forth from the forge, and the clanging of hammering and the hissing of weapons being quenched could be heard from somewhere.

"Very professional," Zuo Qi thought to himself.

Judging from his appearance, Master Ou was about sixty or seventy years old. His face was deeply lined with wrinkles, and his skin looked very dry, which was obvious from years of being around a stove.

There is a small courtyard behind the shop, with a reception hall.

After receiving the letter, Master Ou flipped through it, then looked at Zuo Qi and paused in surprise.

Lin Yujun was still babbling about her purpose, proudly recounting what Zuo Qi had done at the Lin family's training ground.

Master Ou suddenly reached out, so fast that even Zuo Qi didn't have time to react. His large hand landed on Zuo Qi's shoulder, and he could clearly feel a scorching stream of air suddenly flowing around his arm.

Zuo Qi was greatly shocked.

Qi and blood permeate the body! Master Ou is actually a master above the fourth level of cultivation.

"He truly possesses superhuman strength."

Can you tell by touch?

Zuo Qi was puzzled.

Master Ou spoke again, "I owe Lin Huaizhen of the Lin family a favor. I'll accept this task. Are the items ready?"

Zuo Qi was stunned and subconsciously looked at Lin Yujun.

Lin Yujun was also completely bewildered.

Do I need to prepare the materials myself?

Zuo Qi realized that Lin Yulian had mentioned asking Master Ou to forge the weapon. If Qin Chen had won that day, Lin Yulian and the others would definitely have prepared the materials, but he…

Master Ou seemed to have expected this and did not show any dissatisfaction. "You are born with superhuman strength, and the halberd is a heavy weapon, which is indeed suitable for you. There is also a piece of meteorite iron from outer space in the workshop, weighing 680 catties, which can be used as the main material. In addition, you need to prepare the tempering, spirit-inducing, and halberd tip yourself."

"By the way, that meteorite iron from outer space is valued at the essence of a hundred-year-old demon or a demon spirit of equivalent cultivation."

Ten years of cultivation is equivalent to the second level, twenty years of cultivation is equivalent to the third level, thirty years of cultivation is equivalent to the fourth level, fifty years of cultivation is equivalent to the fifth level, and a demon with a hundred years of cultivation... that is a sixth-level martial artist.

Master blacksmiths have an emotional attachment to the weapons they forge. A person who can lift a 5,000-jin cauldron at the second level of cultivation is worthy of matching his peak forging skills, and he is very interested in this matter.

"For Miss Yujun's sake, I can grant you credit. Within ten years, you must repay me with two hundred-year-old demon essences. If you die, Miss Yujun will be responsible for repaying the debt."

Zuo Qi frowned, about to speak.

Lin Yujun nodded directly, "No problem. If Brother Zuo can't pay it back, my older sister and I will pay it back."

Master Ou smiled and nodded, "Then I will begin polishing that meteorite iron tomorrow. It will take about a year. During this time, bring whatever you can find. The more things you bring, the better the weapon will be, and the more spiritual it will be."

……

When Zuo Qi walked out of Ou Ji's restaurant, his eyes were dazed.

I thought I was getting a divine weapon for free, but I never expected to end up with a huge debt.

He glanced at Lin Yujun with a complicated expression. Sensing his gaze, she turned back and gave him a sweet smile, "Brother Zuo, I believe you."

He sighed.

The person who escorted them out was Master Ou's disciple. Zuo Qi thought for a moment, then pulled the other party aside and made some more requests.

He wanted to ask someone from Ouji to help him forge the giant snake scale armor he had obtained last time into inner armor, and also to find a halberd that could serve as a temporary substitute.

Upon hearing this, the disciple's eyes lit up, and he nodded with a smile.

Ou Ji did not accept gold or silver, and the forging fee was ultimately settled in half of the giant snake scale armor. However, he promised that even if it was only half of the scale armor, he could still forge an inner armor for each of the three Zuo Qi brothers.

Zuo Qi was finally relieved.

……

Three days later, the snake's scales were woven into armor, three inner armors, which were worn inside the clothes and were completely invisible. The defense was quite good, and ordinary weapons could hardly break through it. Zuo Qi tried to use 30% of his strength and was barely able to deform the armor.

Wearing it gives me a great sense of security.

Burdened with huge debts, Zuo Qi pulled Ni Heng back to the dock.

In the middle of the night, the river was completely still.

Zuo Qi and Ni Heng, with water-repelling beads in their mouths, arrived at the opposite bank where they had previously hunted the water ghost.

Looking up, there were no stars or moon, but it didn't seem like it would rain anytime soon.

The Liang River flows ceaselessly, its waves creating ripples and crashing against the rocks with a muffled sound.

Zuo Qi stood on the shore, and in the distance, several dogs were guarding the two large, fat pigs that had just been brought over.

Ni Heng held a white egg tightly in his arms as if it were a precious treasure.

"You haven't thrown away these snake eggs yet?"

Seeing that it wouldn't rain anytime soon, and that it wouldn't be good to go into the water to catch the alligator snapping turtle at night, Zuo Qi chatted with Ni Heng.

Ni Heng leaned forward mysteriously and whispered, "Brother Qi, I have a feeling I can tame this little thing."

"Do you know how to hatch snake eggs?"

Ni Heng was very confident.

"I've seen hens incubate their eggs."

Zuo Qi: ...

He wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he realized he really didn't know how snake eggs hatched, so he could only keep quiet about it.

"Brother Qi, I feel like my supernatural powers have changed a bit, it seems to be leaning towards subduing alien species. If we go into the water tomorrow, could you take me with you? I'm planning to try and subdue that old turtle."

Zuo Qi was slightly taken aback, then suddenly thought of the old turtle's underwater combat prowess and couldn't help but feel tempted.

"Are you really confident?"

Ni Heng hesitated, nodding and shaking his head, "I can vaguely sense the presence of the alien species that have refined my Lifeblood. They shouldn't attack me casually."

Zuo Qi pondered for a moment, then said, "Then you can try it later."

That chicken-head ginseng is a treasure for cultivation, capable of enhancing and developing supernatural powers. After Ni Heng consumes it, he might be able to subdue that old tortoise.

That old tortoise is a strange beast with astonishing combat power. If we could subdue it, it would be a trump card.

If Ni Heng could communicate with the old tortoise, he would like to figure out how the ginseng grew to be so tall.

The two of them each put a water-repelling bead in their mouths and walked towards the icy river.

The water splashed silently, and the two figures quickly sank to the bottom.

The riverbed was dark, the pressure was immense, and visibility was poor.

Ni Heng was almost blind, but fortunately Zuo Qi could see and quickly led Ni Heng to the place where the old tortoise had been.

The gloomy weather meant there weren't many fish in the water, and the old turtle wasn't buried in the mud.

It was perched beside the ginseng, its shell as thick as a mountain, its eyes closed, as if it were resting quietly.

When Ni Heng was about 100 meters away from the old tortoise, he finally saw what the old tortoise looked like. Its eyes were slightly wide open, but very bright.

That old tortoise is really imposing!

He fell in love with it at first sight.

Ni Heng took a deep breath, his fingertips traced across his brow, and a strange rune appeared in his eyes. A drop of crimson life-giving blood appeared at his fingertips, spreading a strange blood aura in the water.