Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

After killing Song Kun, Jiang Chuan did not go back to see the Tong siblings.

Although they acted on behalf of Heaven.

He did a good deed.

But that doesn’t mean they are necessarily good people.

Actively exposing yourself will only increase unnecessary risks for you.

As for the kindness of saving the brother and sister.

There's no need to mention it at all.

His purpose in making this move was to eliminate Song Kun, a potential threat.

Saving people was just something he did on a whim, and he didn't expect any reward.

Following a small path, Jiang Chuan quietly returned to the city.

After arriving home, he carefully hid the five-stone bow again.

It was already late at night.

The lights were still on inside.

Liu Yue'e, wrapped in her clothes, leaned against the table, still awake.

She visibly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him return.

"Ogawa..."

"It's alright." Jiang Chuan ruffled her hair. "Go to sleep."

The night's pursuit of Song Kun had also greatly depleted his physical strength.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, sleepiness washed over me.

I had no interest in doing anything else.

……

The next morning.

Jiang Chuan sat in the courtyard, examining Song Kun's long stick.

This iron rod looks light, but it is actually quite heavy.

It must weigh over a hundred pounds.

The entire body is carved with intricate patterns.

Beside him lay his own wood-chopping knife.

Only after dawn did he see clearly.

A jagged gash had appeared on the machete, clearly from the clash with Song Kun the previous night.

The iron rod in his hand was completely undamaged, without a single mark.

It was clearly not made of ordinary iron.

"The way of war..."

Jiang Chuan kept repeating these two words in his mind.

Although he has not yet come into contact with the martial arts cultivation of this world.

But it has already been discovered.

All martial artists in this world are skilled in using weapons.

Finding a weapon that suits one's own abilities is clearly crucial for future cultivation.

He picked up the iron rod and tried swinging it around.

Ugh!

He swung the long iron bar, which weighed over a hundred pounds, with a whooshing sound.

But soon, Jiang Chuan stopped.

He shook his head slightly.

This weapon is not suitable for me.

Moreover, many people recognize Song Kun's long staff, and it would be too conspicuous to take it out.

With a thought, he immediately activated the Extraction of All Things.

The iron rod immediately and silently disintegrated.

[Extraction successful! Obtained 10 Refined Iron Ingots and 1 Refined Copper Ingot!]

Red copper concentrate is clearly a high-quality forging material that is quite valuable.

just.

It can be used to forge a new weapon for yourself.

Jiang Chuan then began to think.

What kind of weapon should I find to suit my needs?

Although he was skilled in archery.

But this weapon is only suitable for long-range combat.

Moreover, the martial artists of this world are not without ways to deal with archers.

Martial artists react quickly and have an exceptionally strong sense of danger, especially regarding attacks that are yet to come.

Without the blessing of an ability like "guaranteed hit".

To hit the opponent in a head-on confrontation.

It's as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Just like Song Kun last night, if I hadn't had the advantage of being able to see him...

In the end, we still had to use psychological tactics to outmaneuver him.

There's almost no chance of killing it!

But once the bow and arrow are no longer useful...

In a world where every martial artist is proficient in weaponry.

Being unarmed puts you at a natural disadvantage.

That's what I was thinking.

Jiang Chuan's gaze involuntarily drifted to the wood-chopping knife beside him.

He had no experience using melee weapons.

In the process of cultivating immortality, one also relies on divine and extraordinary battles.

Therefore, choosing a simple weapon is obviously the most suitable option.

And coincidentally, he also possessed a secret technique for forging swords.

The Secret of Burying the Ancients!

Jiang Chuan picked up the wood-chopping knife.

To avoid the above gap attracting unnecessary attention, he directly applied the extraction of all things to it.

The wood-chopping knife was broken down into a piece of ordinary iron.

He gathered the materials and then set off for the blacksmith's shop in the city.

along the way.

There were noticeably more patrolling officers than usual.

He also overheard passersby discussing what happened at the mountain god temple the previous night.

"Have you heard? The mountain god temple in the east of the city burned down last night!"

"Indeed, half the sky was bathed in red light."

"My second uncle said that it was because the Wang family had committed many evil deeds, which angered the mountain god!"

"Is the mountain god angry?"

"How could it be false? I heard that dozens of the Wang family's thugs died last night!"

The common people don't know the truth.

Misinformation spreads.

The deaths of the Wang family members were spread as an act of wrath by the mountain god.

They also said that the mountain god's anger soared to the heavens, and last night it even lit up half the sky.

Jiang Chuan listened with an unchanged expression, his feet moving without stopping.

The blacksmith shop in the west of the city.

At the entrance of the shop stood a signboard with a large character for "iron" written on it.

The clanging sound of blacksmithing could be heard from a great distance.

Inside the room, a stove was burning bright red.

The bellows by the stove hissed and sparks flew everywhere.

The weapon racks around the room were filled with all sorts of ironware.

Hoe, sickle.

They have everything.

The shop owner was an old blacksmith in his fifties.

Bare-chested and muscular, he continued tapping his doorbell as he saw a customer enter, and hurriedly asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

I want to get a knife.

Jiang Chuan got straight to the point, and then took out the piece of red copper essence.

"This...this is copper essence?!"

The old blacksmith's eyes widened immediately: "What a find! I've been a blacksmith my whole life, and I've rarely seen anything like this!"

He immediately stopped what he was doing, carefully took the copper essence, and examined it from all angles.

"Sir, what kind of knife would you like to have made from this precious material?"

"..."

This question stumped Jiang Chuan.

There are many types of knives.

He didn't know which one was more suitable for him.

All he knew was that Li Feng was using a machete.

However, Li Feng's knife is a magical artifact, used to perform supernatural feats, and is not suitable for close combat.

He looked around and saw the weapons rack in the shop. On one of the racks were different kinds of knives.

Ring-pommel sword, broadsword, waist sword, goose-feather sword...

He picked them up one by one and tried them out.

At last.

His gaze settled on a knife.

The knife was perfectly straight, with a blade as smooth as autumn water, and a long, slender body, about three feet long.

The hilt of the knife is wrapped with fine hemp, and it feels steady and efficient when held in the hand.

Jiang Chuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked:

"What type of knife is this?"

"You have excellent taste, sir."

The old blacksmith chuckled, "This is a horizontal sword!"

"A horizontal sword?"

The old blacksmith said, "This horizontal sword has a straight blade, is single-edged, and can be used for chopping, slashing, or thrusting."

"Lightweight and agile, it's perfect for close-quarters combat."

"It's also easy to carry."

"The blade is a bit narrow, so it's easy to be at a disadvantage in a head-on clash with heavy weapons."

"However, with such fine materials as red copper essence as a base, things are quite different for you."

"The resulting blade is incredibly resilient; it can slice through ordinary iron with a single stroke!"

Jiang Chuan nodded slightly; he also felt that this horizontal sword was the most comfortable to use.

"That's it! How much?"

"Sir, you brought your own fine iron. I'll just charge you for the workmanship. Two qian of silver will suffice."

"become."

Jiang Chuan readily took out the money: "If you do a good job, I'll give you a reward."

"Alright!" the old blacksmith laughed. "Just you wait and see!"