Becoming a Martial Master: Starting as a Swordsmith

The only thing that Shen Chu regretted was

He had initially thought that accepting the purchasing job would likely give him a new career panel from the system.

For example, terms like "merchant" or "procurement".

After running for several days, the panel remained unchanged, and nothing was added.

He could only console himself with the thought that trying to do too much at once would lead to failure.

The three classes—[Swordsmith], [Warrior], and [Cultist]—are enough to keep you busy grinding.

Stop thinking about those unnecessary things.

......

In the afternoon, Shen Chu had just finished packing a batch of goods and was resting in the yard.

Zhao Dezhu suddenly rushed in from outside, his forehead beaded with sweat, clutching a letter in his hand, and looking noticeably more anxious than usual.

"Master Shen! Master Shen!"

Zhao Dezhu strode up to him, shoved the letter into his hand, and said, "This shipment is important; you need to get out of town immediately!"

Shen Chu unfolded the letter and glanced at it. It was an order from an ironworks yard outside the city. The quantity was not small, and the amount was much larger than usual. The purchase deposit alone was as much as three hundred taels.

Zhao Dezhu said urgently, "This shipment is urgently needed by the second young master, and it can't be delayed. I've also prepared the deposit, a full three hundred taels of silver, all in this bundle."

He pointed to a bulging cloth bundle behind him.

"This place is a bit remote, and I was worried about safety on the road, so I specially arranged for two guards to accompany you. They know the way and will go with you. With them there, I feel more at ease."

Shen Chu glanced again at the two burly men standing at the courtyard gate.

These two men were indeed guards of the Li family; they even had short sticks tucked into their waistbands, and they certainly looked quite capable in combat.

"Okay, I'll set off now."

Shen Chu nodded, took the bundle, and, escorted by two guards, headed towards the ironworks yard outside the city.

Zhao Dezhu was indeed in a hurry; he actually arranged a carriage for them.

Two guards carried Shen Chu at a brisk pace, their horses kicking up clouds of dust.

After leaving the city, it gradually got dark, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. The mountains and forests on both sides cast heavy shadows in the twilight.

It would be such a waste not to use such a good place to kill, silence witnesses, and bury bodies.

Shen Chu sat in the car, seemingly casually scanning the surroundings, but her hand had already subtly rested on the short knife at her waist.

Although he appeared to have relaxed his vigilance these past few days, he had never truly let his guard down.

Especially considering that Zhao Dezhu suddenly gave him such a large sum of money for procurement and specially arranged for a bodyguard to accompany him.

When they reached a remote mountain pass, the guards ahead suddenly pulled on the reins and stopped.

coming!

Shen Chu immediately got out of the car and asked, feigning ignorance, "What's wrong? We haven't reached the ironworks yard yet, why did we stop?"

The two guards exchanged a glance, and simultaneously grinned with a sinister smile.

The leader dismounted, cracked his neck, and grinned menacingly at Shen Chu: "Master Shen, we're really sorry. We're just following orders. Don't blame us after you leave."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the short stick from his waist and swung it hard at Shen Chu's head!

However, at the very moment he struck with his staff, Shen Chu used his right foot to push off the frame of the vehicle, flipped half a circle in the air, and landed steadily behind the two guards.

The two guards were stunned and hadn't realized what was happening when Shen Chu's knife was already drawn.

A flash of cold light passed by.

The lead guard's stick was still raised in mid-air, and a thin line of blood had already appeared on his neck.

His eyes widened, his mouth opened and he let out a muffled gasp, then he collapsed to his knees with a thud, blood gushing from his neck.

The other guard was terrified and hurriedly reached for the short stick at his waist, but Shen Chu was faster than him.

He swung the knife backhand.

The knife tip pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy.

The guard looked down at the bloodstains that were spreading rapidly across his chest, his face filled with disbelief. He swayed a couple of times and then collapsed to the ground.

The whole process took only a few breaths, was clean and efficient, and made no unnecessary noise.

Shen Chu shook the blood off his knife, then squatted down and searched the two guards.

Aside from some loose silver, there were no other clues. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered the book "Mysterious Netherworld Ghost Control Technique" that he had obtained from Han Tieshan, which contained a section on "Corpse Control Techniques."

He immediately closed his eyes, channeled the chilling aura within his body, and infused a wisp of soul power into the two corpses.

A moment later, the two corpses simultaneously opened their eyes, stiffly rose from the ground, and stood before Shen Chu with their hands at their sides, their eyes vacant, like marionettes.

The two corpses were a mess, covered in blood, so Shen Chu had to make them roll around on the ground to cover up their disarray.

Seeing this, Shen Chu nodded in satisfaction and, with the two corpses, slowly returned to the city.

As night deepened, a man and two corpses entered the city gate under the moonlight.

Shen Chu reined in the carriage in the back alley of the Li residence, closed her eyes, and sank her consciousness into the body of one of the guards.

The guard strode forward and went straight into Zhao Dezhu's courtyard.

Zhao Dezhu was sitting anxiously in the house when he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw two guards walking in one after the other, and a relieved smile immediately appeared on his face.

He stood up and stepped forward, asking in a low voice, "Is the matter settled?"

Shen Chu manipulated the guard's body and nodded vaguely.

Zhao Dezhu didn't suspect anything. He sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and let out a long sigh.

"It's finally resolved. That old Wang was asking for trouble, insisting on checking the accounts and discovering things he shouldn't have. Fortunately, we've cleaned up everyone who knew about it, otherwise, if it had ruined the banner lord's important plans, I couldn't have taken the blame."

He put down his teacup, glanced up at the two guards, and frowned when he saw they were still standing there stiffly.

"What are you doing here now that you've finished your business? Get out of here."

The two guards remained motionless.

Zhao Dezhu frowned even more deeply. He stood up, took two steps closer, and carefully examined the guard's face by the candlelight.

The other person's face was ashen, his pupils were unfocused and lifeless, and he faintly smelled of blood. He exuded an aura of death.

Zhao Dezhu's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he abruptly took a step back: "No! You are...!"

Before he could finish speaking, the guard pounced on him.

A cold hand pressed firmly against his throat, slamming him against the wall.

The force was astonishing; Zhao Dezhu's feet were already off the ground, and his face turned bright red!