Life Simulation: Add Tags Starting with Wellness Technique Chapter 64: Divine Weapon Spirit, Forget It (1)

Chapter 64: Divine Weapon Spirit, Forget It (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The next day.

Edge Sharpening Manor.

In a room in the backyard.

Han Zhao sat in an armchair and drank tea.

“Creak! ”

At this moment, Zhu Kangsheng pushed the door open and entered.

“Brother Han. ”

“Manor Master Zhu, please sit.” Han Zhao nodded and gestured for Zhu Kangsheng to take a seat.

Zhu Kangsheng sat opposite Han Zhao and asked curiously, “Brother Han, are you here to forge sabers? You even said that you have any other weapon requirements?”

Ever since tne two 01 tnem maae an agreement, orner tnan mamtalmng ana reforging weapons, Han Zhao rarely came to look for him. Moreover, when he usually looked for him, he would only find someone to inform him. After meeting him, he would briefly explain his intentions. He would not specially come to his room like today.

“Manor Master Zhu, I want to know if you have any other requirements for reforging weapons other than 30 catties of black gold?” Han Zhao asked.

Since he was prepared to spend 6,000 taels of silver to buy black gold to reforge the Afterlife Sword and Extraction Saber, he might as well be prepared.

After all, it was a growth-type weapon that could communicate with spirits. It could accompany him for a long time in the future.

“Brother Han, what do you mean? Could it be that you…” Zhu Kangsheng was stunned when he heard this. Seeing Han Zhao’s confident expression, he seemed to have thought of something and stood up.

“Manor Master Zhu, don’t be agitated.” Han Zhao waved his hand and gestured for Zhu Kangsheng to sit down.

Then, Han Zhao rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair but muscular arm. His blood qi began to gather towards his arm, and his right arm gradually heated up and turned red.

Crack! There was a crisp sound.

Zhu Kangsheng, who was about to drink a cup of tea to calm himself down, crushed the teacup in his hand. Warm tea flowed down the edge of the table and wet his pants. However, he did not react at all. He stared fixedly at Han Zhao’s right arm and saw a black pattern that was like a mountain peak. He stood up again and cried out, “Blood Imprint symbol?!”

After saying that, he realized that he was too loud and hurriedly opened the door. Seeing that there was no one around, he returned to his room.

He looked at Han Zhao with surprise and joy. He lowered his voice and said,

“Brother Han, you broke through?!”

“Yes, I had some fortuitous encounters recently and was lucky to break through.”

Han Zhao gestured for him to calm down.

“You came this time to prepare…” Zhu Kangsheng clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling.

“Our deal can be put on the agenda, but there’s something I have to inform you in advance.” Han Zhao nodded. “I infiltrated the Flying Dragon Stockade once and discovered that other than Qi Xing, a Blood Tempering Realm martial artist, there’s another Blood Tempering Realm cultivator in the stockade.”

“What?! There’s another one!” Zhu Kangsheng widened his eyes in disbelief.

“Brother Han, if you’re in a difficult position, we can wait a little longer…” Zhu Kangsheng said carefully.

Han Zhao had broken through to the Blood Tempering Realm before the age of

His future was limitless. It was not impossible for him to become a Force Tempering Martial Master.

A Martial Master was like a local emperor in Blackrock City.

There was indeed no need for Han Zhao to take the risk for this deal. If he gave up on the deal, Zhu Kangsheng could understand.

Was there really no hope of revenge?

“Manor Master Zhu, don’t think too much. I, Han Zhao, am a man of my word. I definitely won’t go back on my word. What I mean is that since Qi Xing is your enemy, you should know him better, so it’ll be easier if you can make a move when he goes out.”

Han Zhao hurriedly explained when he saw Zhu Kangsheng’s desperate expression.

Faith was the foundation of his life. He had never gone back on his word.

Except for Song Que.

“I’m here because there’s a gap in my saber. I want you to reforge it more firmly. After all, I have to use it when killing Qi Xing.

“In addition, I’ll prepare 30 catties of black gold during this period of time. I hope you’ll be prepared for forging in advance.”

“If you need any other materials, make a list for me and I’ll buy them together.”

Han Zhao added.

He took out the Extraction Saber from his waist and placed it on the table.

“Alright, alright! Leave it to me!” Zhu Kangsheng was overjoyed.

With that, Zhu Kangsheng took a pen and paper and made a list on it. He wrote down about seven or eight types of ore materials and handed the list to Han Zhao.

“With Brother Han around and these materials, I guarantee that the two weapons I forged for you will be my lifetime masterpiece. They won’t be inferior to the weapons made by blacksmiths in the prefecture capital. I won’t disappoint you.”

“Okay.” Han Zhao nodded and took the list.

Not only were there the names and usage of various materials but there was also a rough price range. It was about 500 taels of silver in total, so it was naturally not expensive compared to 30 catties of black gold.

Seeing that Han Zhao was checking the list, Zhu Kangsheng looked a little hesitant. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and relaxed.

He stood up and came to the bed in front of Han Zhao. He opened the secret compartment under the hollow floor, took out a black wooden box, and brought it to the table.

Zhu Kangsheng opened the box and took out two pamphlets. One of them was like a normal book. On the dark blue cover were five small words, “Zhu Family’s Weapon Refinement Insight.”

On the other hand, it was special. It was like a sheepskin material and was brown in color. It looked old and was covered in gaps as if it had been bitten by rats.

“Divine We pon Spirit…”

The rest of the words on the cover could not be seen clearly. Among the remaining three words, only the word ‘Divine’ and the word ‘Spirit’ were basically complete. There was even a hole in the word ‘Weapon’.

“Divine weapon?! ! ”

Han Zhao immediately thought of the aristocratic family’s divine weapon that Ji Zhuling had mentioned..