Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

Pills are consumables, but a good weapon can be used for a long time, and it is impossible to replace a good weapon at will.

Although the quantity is not comparable, the credits earned from selling a weapon are more profitable than those from selling pills.

Bai Yu asked again, "Are the swords here well-made?"

"No guarantee." The young man spread his hands. "Whether you can get it or not depends on your own ability. You can't blame society for being stupid, and you can't blame the sword for being blind if you're weak."

"But if we can gather a thousand credits, even if we can't get a top-grade ancient sword, we should still be able to come up with a second-rate weapon, right?"

"Each student can stay in Wanjian Mountain for a maximum of one month. If they don't leave after a month, someone will come in and bring them out."

"Usually, the president doesn't have time, so the vice president leads the team to search for people. We can't delay, otherwise, if someone went in a month ago, they might not be buried until a month later."

"Today is the day when relatives from Wanjian Mountain come. They are not as irritable, so this is also the day when the sword energy is the weakest. It is the best time to go in and rescue them."

After explaining, the young man pointed to the side and said, "Go out from this door and walk two miles to the entrance of the Sword Bamboo Forest of Wanjian Mountain. Just wait for someone there."

After saying that, he continued to prepare the protein powder, took out the scale and weights and began to weigh it accurately.

Bai Yu said, "This doesn't look like a weapon refining club, it looks more like a baki club."

"It's not like we're splitting up. Even blacksmiths need to be strong themselves." Mu Yaoxi forced an explanation, but afterward she felt it was unconvincing and could only say, "Most of those lifting weights are peripheral members. They're swordsmen, and there are less than thirty true blacksmiths, and they don't usually hang out here."

"Swordsman." Bai Yu thought thoughtfully.

"Isn't your swordsmanship quite impressive?" Mu Yaoxi suddenly thought, "You defeated that Transcendent Third-Level Black Dragon Bloodline with just one move."

"A black dragon is not a dragon."

"Doesn't it count?"

"What kind of Black Dragon is it if it can't show a completely victorious posture?" Bai Yu was shocked.

The back door is very narrow at first, but only just wide enough for one person to pass through.

After walking for dozens of steps, he suddenly became enlightened.

Suddenly I came across a sword-shaped bamboo forest with no other trees in it, fresh and fragrant grass, and colorful fallen petals.

A towering mountain with a few clouds and mist appeared in sight, and at the end of the bamboo forest was a stone gate. Two stone statues guarding the gate were holding heavy swords, and their weapons were crossed.

A dozen figures gathered in front of the door like ants on a hot pan.

"What's going on?" Mu Yaoxi pulled someone in the back row to his side with a king's pull.

The other person was grabbed by the back of the neck and was about to turn around to speak, but when he saw it was Mu Yaoxi, his face suddenly broke into a smile: "Sister Mu!"

"Who are you calling eldest sister?"

"Miss Murong, Miss Murong... There's a swordsman from Fusang blocking the door and won't let you in. We're having a headache too."

Chapter 345 Shinto Illusory Yin Current

In front of the main entrance, there was a young man sitting.

The clothes he wore were standard Fusang-style robes.

Because the two countries are relatively close and have occasional exchanges, and there has not been much friction in history, the attitude of the Daxia people towards the Fuso people basically does not contain much contempt except for the three words "country bumpkins".

Mu Feng didn't think he was an angry young man, but he was really a little angry now.

Because this country bumpkin from Japan was so ungrateful that he actually asked for another month's extension.

There were five people who entered Wanjian Mountain last month, and four of them have already walked out of Wanjian Mountain.

People are not fools and realize that they cannot find the sword that belongs to them.

They usually go to the exit and wait, instead of continuing to wait to die in the mountains.

Although Wanjian Mountain is full of famous and ancient swords, customizing one from scratch is also an option. In fact, the quality of many ancient swords is not as strong as the weapons made by current refining technology. Their strength lies mostly in sword energy and spirituality, and the material is their shortcoming.

Among the five people Mu Feng sent in last month, the only one who did not come out of Wanjian Mountain was the swordsman from Fuso.

She and the young man in front of her are brother and sister, both of whom are international students recruited from Fusant.

After each paying one thousand credits, they all entered Wanjian Mountain to search for the ancient sword.

In the end, only the older brother came out.

Mu Feng planned to lead the team in to search and rescue the last remaining student, but he was stopped by the young man in front of him. He took the initiative to ask for an additional 1,000 credits for his sister and gave her another month to find the sword.

Isn’t this nonsense!

Wanjian Mountain is not a tourist destination. Its mortality rate is low but that does not mean it is non-existent. The average annual mortality rate is around one percent.

In the process of looking for a sword, it is easy to set your sights on a sword and try to draw it. The process of drawing the sword means engaging in a tug-of-war with the sword.

The Wanjian Mountain is filled with sword energy, and the power of famous and ancient swords will be greatly increased. Many ancient swords also retain the sword intent of swordsmen from past generations.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Moreover, there is a sword hanging high above your head. If you are not careful, the sword intent will enter your body and you will not be able to bear it and die.

Among those who died, more than half of the cases were due to this. They refused to admit defeat and were eventually crushed by the sword intent.

The other half climbed to the top of Wanjian Mountain and refused to turn back, wanting to see which swords were at the top.

Most of these are extremely talented people with great abilities and realm, but they often die in this regard.

They are too talented and too proud. Even if there are eight thousand famous and ancient swords to choose from in Wanjian Mountain, they still won't look down on them and insist on choosing the best.

The result was a complete failure.

If you are lucky, you can come back alive. If you are unlucky, you will be crushed to death by the sword energy during the climb.

Mu Feng didn't know what kind of person that Fusang swordsman was, but he knew very well that no one could last two months in Wanjian Mountain.

If you don’t have enough talent, it depends on fate; if you have enough talent, it depends on your character.

No matter which one it is, a month is enough to choose a sword.

If we wait another month, I’m afraid we won’t even be able to find the complete body.

Mu Feng didn't understand what the Fuso swordsman guarding the gate was thinking. He himself had a younger sister. Even though Mu Yaoxi treated him, her biological brother, very badly, most siblings played around like this and didn't care about small matters. Before big things happened, he would definitely protect his younger sister.

He was just very unhappy about it. This Japanese swordsman, as a brother, did not protect his sister but instead wanted her to die, which challenged his values.

The latter's answer to this was also very sincere.

"My sister is a rare swordsman in Fusang. She has a unique talent and will definitely be able to find the sword that suits her best in Wanjian Mountain. I believe she can do it! All she needs is time. Vice President Mu Feng, please give her another month!"

The young man spoke earnestly, bowing his head.

Mu Feng raised an eyebrow, his anger subsiding slightly as he spoke in a low voice, "No one can survive in Wanjian Mountain for more than two months. Although there is water in the mountain, there is nothing to drink. Even a genius like her needs to eat."

"She has the Qigong Pill." The Fuso Swordsman replied seriously.

Mu Feng said impatiently: "I have already stressed that no one can survive in Wanjian Mountain for two months!"

After all, he didn't believe in the so-called "talent" that the other party talked about. Mu Feng had seen many people with good talents.

One of his classmates was the third son of the Xiang family, a family of swordsmanship. He was once invincible among his peers and was considered invincible among his peers in the weapon refining academy in just half a year.

Afterwards, he and Mu Feng entered Wanjian Mountain at the same time.

He failed to find the sword that suited his taste, but he did not dare to climb Wanjian Mountain any further. He retreated in the face of difficulty and survived, although he came away empty-handed.

The third son of the Xiang family never came out, and his body was found under the Sword Burial Cliff half a day later. The body brought back was covered with traces of sword energy.

Therefore, the more talented a person is, the more likely he is to die because of his inflated self-confidence.

The Fuso swordsman said again, "We must retrieve the sword. This is our mission. If we cannot retrieve the sword, we will not be able to return to Fuso."

Hearing the words of the Fusang Swordsman, Mu Feng couldn't help but sneer: "Famous swords and ancient swords are not necessarily the best. What's most important is to suit yourself. With the level of the Penglai Weapon Refining Society, what kind of weapon do you want, can't we customize it for you?"

The past is not necessarily better than the present. Wanjian Mountain only has a collection of countless ancient and famous swords, but they are all second-hand or even third-hand ones used by predecessors. How can they be as good as the new ones you use from scratch?

As blacksmiths, we all agree that those who blindly worship ancient famous swords are absolutely idiots.

Most of these people want to imitate the ways of their predecessors because they are not confident in their own sword skills.

It sounds good to say that one can polish jade with stones from other mountains... But who is the stone and who is the jade?

Mu Feng took a step forward: "Don't waste any more time, or I will be rude."

The Fuso swordsman looked helpless. He drew his katana and said, "I am willing to pay the credits, but if Your Excellency does not agree, then I will be rude!"

Mu Feng narrowed his eyes: "Do you think you are my opponent? Can you stop so many of us?"

"I just had to."

"What's this Japanese righteousness thing again? Don't you think about what would happen if you stayed here and really killed your sister?"

The Fusang swordsman smiled and said, "That is also her wish."

Mu Feng completely lost his patience, clenched his fists, and a black iron hammer appeared in his hand.

"I think you deserve a beating!"

……

In the back, Mu Yaoxi looked at his furious brother and instead of going forward to help, he watched the fun with interest.

She sighed, "The last time I heard Lin Haiya say that when he went to Fusang to challenge the major sword schools, a dojo master committed seppuku on the spot after losing, simply begging him not to take away the plaque. Although he hadn't originally intended to do so, the latter's straightforward suicide still left a deep impression on him. Now it seems his evaluation was correct - they value integrity over life and death. Fusang's swordsmen are indeed a bunch of lunatics."

"Is there anything wrong with valuing integrity?" asked a member of the weapon refining club nearby.

"Whether you value integrity depends on the situation. If it's a matter of national justice, of course you don't have to worry about your life. But throwing your life away for a plaque, don't you think it's ridiculous? As long as you're alive, there are always things you can get back." Mu Yaoxi shook his head disdainfully and said, "Is it really true that starving to death is a small matter, but losing your integrity is a big matter?"

Qin Xuezao also agreed: "Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism is a piece of crap that should be nailed to history's pillar of shame."

Someone else said, "But didn't Li Guang in history commit suicide? He got lost while leading his troops, and died to protect his soldiers. He can be said to have died with integrity."

Bai Yu said calmly, "Hero Li Guang lost many battles in his life, got lost more than once, had his entire army wiped out, was captured by the Huns, and then faked his death and escaped. Why didn't we see him committing suicide at that time? Although the Han Dynasty had a law that those who lost a battle must be killed, they could basically pay a fine and reflect at home. Li Guang's final suicide may have been because his family was broke and could not afford the fine, but more likely it was not because he valued his integrity, but because he felt he had failed miserably. In fact, he was a man who fought again and again despite failure. He challenged more than once, but was never granted a title of nobility. Otherwise, how could there be a saying that it was difficult for Li Guang to be granted a title of nobility?"

"A true man can bend and stretch; what he loses can be regained."

"If we can't find Wanjian Mountain this time, we can just come back next month. The mountain is here and it won't move away."

"In the final analysis, the Japanese do not value integrity, but rather life and death."

"In this world, those who strive to survive are the winners. Those who cherish life and give it up are called martyrs, which is why people lament."

"People who don't value life in the first place give up on it. This is self-inflicted and deserves no life."

He got to the point in a few words and killed the debate.

In front, the Fuso swordsman had already confronted Mu Feng head-on. The crowd scattered. There was no need for a group fight, so they just watched the fun first.

The Fuso swordsman drew his sword and performed a starting move that Bai Yu was particularly familiar with, while also giving his name.

"The Shinto Phantom Yin-ryu is all-transmitted, Shiromine Kotaro! Please teach me!"

Chapter 346 Turning in circles

Shinto phantom flow?

Bai Yu sounded slightly familiar, but when I thought about it carefully, it wasn't quite right. It was a genre I had never seen before.

A closer look will make it clear.

This Shiromine Kotaro is a second-level swordsman.

Being able to reach the second level at the age of twenty is already a very good talent. After all, Fusang does not have the Dragon Vein Realm to speed up the process, and most of the resources are scarce.

Usually, the improvement of a swordsman only involves boring sword swinging and practice. Apart from that, it is also about fighting monsters in the shadow world and fighting between swordsmen.

The Fuso swordsmen pay great attention to actual combat, which is also based on their experience. Every successful practitioner has experienced many actual combats, even life-and-death battles.

As he drew his sword, he seemed to be able to smell the blood on Shiromine Kotaro's body, which was the scent of murder that he had acquired after having killed someone.

In comparison, Mu Feng's aura was as violent as fire.

This battle is actually nothing to watch. Mu Feng is a third-year student. He has just been promoted to the position of vice president not long ago. His strength is also in the middle and late third level. He is completely incomparable to ordinary swordsmen.

If he shows his true skills, it will only take one move.

Bai Yu and Amemiya Mahiru have fought side by side for a long time and are very familiar with the weaknesses of the Fuso swordsmen. Although they are good at fighting, they usually do not encounter opponents using unpopular weapons.

Usually it is a sword-to-sword fight. To exaggerate, the opponent is at most a monk holding a cross-word spear, but you will never encounter a cuckolded man riding a bicycle and holding a Guandao.

Fuso swordsmen are very afraid of opponents with great power and strength. They are good at attacking but not good at defending. They usually draw their swords and advance without retreat, risking their lives.

Once the other party overpowers you, the best outcome is mutual destruction.

But Baifeng Kotaro definitely doesn't have the courage to fight Mu Feng for real. This is not a life-and-death battle, so his chances of winning are extremely slim.