Commanding Wind and Cloud
Chapter 73: Ambush!

"It’s alright..." Francis waved his hands and said, "I don’t know what you want to do, but no matter what it is, I will give you my full support! The one standing there, push the pig iron trolley over! Just use it as much as you need!"

"This..." The pile was poured down at his feet. Qian jin looked at Francis in reluctance! It was not just a pile of pig iron but money! Being the previous second-ranked blacksmith, and now the temporarily first, the Franklin’s Blacksmith Shop made still far less profits than the Lucas’! The two trolleys were a huge amount for the shop!

"Qian Jin, can’t you be a man and save the useless words? Just use it!" Franklin resolutely waved his arm and he looked impatient. "I can afford the loss!"

On hearing the words, several blacksmiths around curled their lips. The price of iron ore was not that expensive, but pig iron was not the same! A pound of pig iron could only be produced by ten pounds of iron ore, and the thousand pounds here equaled with ten thousand pounds of iron ore!

The shop was not that rich and the two trolleys of two thousand pounds of pig iron were almost a tenth of Franklin’s property !

A trace of warmth rose in Qian Jin’s chest. He was not sure if it was for the breath inhaled running over his dead reservoir, or he was moved by Franklin! But he secretly determined that he must forge some qualified pieces for Franklin to sale at auctions in the future as repayment!

Again, Qian Jin raised his hammer! The metal collision and the flying sparks dominated the yard once again!

After lunch, no one asked what an unprecedented masterpiece he was going to make, but no one ever left the yard! They all watched the process until midnight when all the pig irons were turned into Purified Irons!

Franklin appreciated the unusual metal in his hand, guessing what exactly this thing was and why it was nothing like the Refined Iron. Even Qian jin had already become an ass-kicking Level 9 or even Level 10 blacksmith, so the thing he forged shall be like Level 9 or 10 Refined Iron or so. But what was the strange metal? He puzzled over the figures for some time without making heads or tails of them.

At the arrival of dusk, Franklin whispered at Qian Jin, who was exhausted on consuming almost all his warrior energy while using Forging Breathing Technique. "What is this?"

"This," Qian Jin smiled at him and continued, "is Purified Iron."

Wham! The sparkling Purified Iron slipped off to the ground from the hands of Franklin, making a swishing noise all the way hurtling to the fire! He gazed at Qian Jin and drew a blank face.

Purified Iron! The supreme material that would only be used when forging a Warrior Weapon! It only existed in legends, and he saw and touched it today! Was it truly the Purified Iron that was completely different from Refined Iron? Was it truly the Purified Iron that even a Level 10 Refined Iron would be overshadowed?

"You..."

"I have a test in due in a few days arranged by the academy, so I was thinking of forging a useful weapon. And after some pondering, I decided to create a Warrior Weapon of my own..."

Franklin suddenly blocked the mouth of Qian Jin with his hand, lowered down his voice, and said in discretion, "You will talk to nobody but me about this! I do not care if you can truly forge a Warrior Weapon or not, but you listen to me carefully and bear this in mind: after you finish it, you can give it a try and then wrap it up with canvas immediately! There is only a handful of that in this city! And like a Level 2 or 3 Warrior yourself who is in Grade One, you sound stay low key about the whole thing! Even a Level 8 Warrior would come after you if they knew anything about it! You might get yourself killed!"

"I am afraid, not just the Level 8 Warriors..." Franklin mulled it over for a moment. "Even the lofty Mayor may be tempted..."

"Didn’t he have his own Warrior Weapon?"

"You young fool! One can’t have too many Warrior Weapons!"

Qian Jin nodded in acknowledgment while he touched his forehead which was knocked red by Franklin! Qian Jin knew too well that this respectable boss would not mention a word about this with other people. That’s why he shared the secret! But what Franklin said was also the truth. He had learned it since he was a child by reading from the books!

But the young man was not worried that someone might covet after the weapon! Being a Level 9 Warrior, no one was a match for him in the city of Oakland even if he was only armed with a kitchen knife! If he was blessed with a Warrior Weapon like a Zhanmadao, no one could beat him alone except Fabreidis, his daughter, and the Mayor!

As for the Mayor, Qian Jin didn’t have to worry about it! According to Fabreidis, the current mayor was a smart person. His life was not that easy, and he depended on Fabreidis for a lot of things!

A wise man would not defend his patron in bad times! And a Warrior Weapon would be unworthy of giving up the support he needed to suppress the Cae Family!

After dinner in the blacksmith shop, Qian Jin lied in the hammock that was in the backyard for a break! Looking up at the horizon of the sunset, he felt the warrior energy replenishing in his body little by little!

Qian Jin clearly sensed that after a day of crazy forging, the heat energy that accumulated in his body seemed to have increased after he used the Forging Breathing Technique; on top of that, his Level 9 Warrior Energy was also growing!

The stars chased off the sunset! Qian Jin recovered and jumped off the hammock! He could not enter the Endless World without full physical preparation! Blake could be very difficult if pissed off!

Oakland was a tranquil city, and the streets were usually very quiet, other than the several taverns that produced some noises. The patrolmen who occasionally passed by would account as the only signs of human habitation.

Suddenly, impudent clamors rose one after another across the street! Qian Jin slightly frowned at the three fellows coming from the opposite side; they all had bottles in their hands and staggered along with each other.

"This drunk this early?" Uplifting his eyebrows, Qian Jin looked the moon to tell the time! Usually, the drunkards just reached the climax at this hour, and the streets would not get their company until two hours later!

"Oh-o-o-o-oh! I am the king of adventures in Zence Empire!"

"I am the greatest warrior ever!"

"I am the King! I own all the beauties!"

The noise constantly echoed in the street! Qian Jin took ahold of his nose and sped up the pace. He secretly shook his head with a helpless smile! Drunken mad men were usually those who lived a life they did not enjoy…...

Something was wrong!

Qian Jin suddenly sensed a murderous intent! With eyes quickly wide open, his right ankle twisted in a blink accompanied by the outbreak of Level 9 Warrior Energy! His body whirled and dodged like a swinging flash whip!

Sharp light reflected off of the blade broke forth at the moment Qian Jin moved! In the dark night, the brilliance that reflected the coldness of the moon in the sky bloomed out the bare will of killing!