With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal-Chapter 751 - 593: Spur, Forge Weapons, King Xiang’s Retention!

Chapter 751: Chapter 593: Spur, Forge Weapons, King Xiang’s Retention!

Speaking of this, Yang Yuelian’s voice carried a hint of pride.

Growing up in such an environment naturally honed her discerning eye.

It was evident that Meng Chuan’s spear was not bad, but it couldn’t be compared with the one in her hand!

As the most talented person in the Yang Family from top to bottom, and also the only national talent, she naturally received special treatment.

In the future, when she achieved the level of a Martial Arts Master, her grandfather, who hadn’t come out to forge weapons for a long time, would personally reshape the foundation of the "Colorful Feather Gale" to help her beloved spear advance to the fourth rank!

After hearing Yang Yuelian’s introduction, Meng Chuan nodded, his eyes showing a hint of admiration:

"No wonder the Yang Family is a house of generals, with such deep heritage."

"Of course, many of these treasures have been passed down from our ancestors. Our Yang Family has produced Grandmaster-level experts for generations, which is how we have preserved this wealth."

There was an implicit warning in Yang Yuelian’s words, as if reminding him not to have ill intentions...

Maintaining his usual expression, Meng Chuan seemed not to have noticed and asked:

"Do you have a fourth-rank Divine Weapon halberd?"

"A halberd?"

"Precisely."

"What exactly are you planning to do?"

Yang Yuelian couldn’t hold back anymore.

Meng Chuan calmly said:

"If your house possesses one, I am willing to buy it at a high price."

A fourth-rank Divine Weapon would sell easily.

Hence, Meng Chuan spoke plainly, without considering bargaining or the likes.

Yang Yuelian’s expression held a hint of superiority:

"Do you think our Yang Family would lack funds?"

Guarding the coal industry, the Yang Family naturally looked down on the trifles in Meng Chuan’s hands.

"So, there is one?"

"Hmm... As far as I remember, shortly after I broke through as a Martial Arts Family member, Grandfather took me into the storage to select a True Martial weapon.

I recall seeing a halberd intertwined with black and blue patterns, like a long-stored thunderbolt on the rack.

The halberd can only be wielded by those with innate Divine Power, so I never considered using a halberd soldier and didn’t pay much attention.

If you’re willing to practice with me and use your spiritual force, I can ask my grandfather for you, how about it?"

A sly glint flashed in Yang Yuelian’s eyes.

She turned the tables on him.

Meng Chuan didn’t speak, he just took out his phone and dialed a number:

"[Secretary Wang, sorry to bother you. Do you have contact information for the Patriarch of the Yang Family in Linzhou, Senior Yang Zhaoxing?]"

"[Oh, just reaching out to ask an elder a question, I don’t need your help.]

"[Absolutely, I’ll definitely be punctual for our meeting the day after tomorrow. I have some Wudang craftsmanship liquor here for you to taste.]"

When making the call, Meng Chuan didn’t deliberately avoid being overheard.

With her Martial Arts family’s perception, Yang Yuelian could vaguely hear that he wasn’t just putting on a show...

Meanwhile, after hanging up the call, Meng Chuan’s expression also showed some consideration.

According to Secretary Wang, the Yang Family’s old Grandmaster was also an expert in weapon crafting.

Secretary Wang assumed he intended to commission a weapon...

However, forging a weapon... might actually work?

He did have several materials suitable for weapon crafting on hand.

Besides, a custom-made weapon would likely be much more suitable than a ready-made one.

Meng Chuan’s two worries were whether the elderly Grandmaster Yang would be willing to craft a weapon.

Yang Zhaoxing was old, and hadn’t forged in a long time, it depended on whether Meng Chuan had the right influence.

The second worry was whether it might be too late to forge a weapon now.

Forging a fourth-rank True Martial weapon, who knows how much time it would take.

Even though he had mastered the Three Limits, a Grandmaster-level Divine Weapon would greatly enhance his combat effectiveness.

Why the True Martial weapon is called a "Divine Weapon" starting from the fourth rank is not without reason.

He wondered if it could be completed before the dawn drill performance...

Better to inquire first; pondering here would be of no use.

Meng Chuan was not interested in blacksmithing or weapon crafting.

Practicing Martial Arts already took up most of his time, leaving no room for hobbies like alchemy or smithing.

Beside him, Yang Yuelian also grew anxious, quickly catching up with him.

Standing eagerly in front of him, her large watery eyes pleaded as she clasped her hands together:

"Please, just use your spiritual force to guide me, mind the intensity, and tonight I’ll help you ask my grandfather."

"..."

Meng Chuan wasn’t clueless, he guessed that she had some sort of special ability.

The trait of becoming stronger when hit?

Seeing the young girl eager for a challenge, and with not much effort for him, he reluctantly agreed.

"Alright, I’ll leave it to you then. Also, ask if the old man is willing to forge a weapon. I have a large piece of red ridge ore here."

Yang Yuelian shook her head:

"I can’t guarantee whether Grandfather will agree to forge again, but I can help you ask, and I’ll pass on the message."

It had been a long time since Yang Zu had wielded a hammer, she didn’t know if he would make an exception for Meng Chuan.

There might be a chance.

After all, Meng Chuan was asking for a fourth-rank Divine Weapon, a challenging halberd; Grandfather might indeed be interested.

Meng Chuan nodded:

"Thank you, alright. Shall we start here, are you ready?"

"?? So suddenly, weren’t you going to visit an ancestor’s grave?"

Having climbed the mountain, Yang Yuelian of course knew whose resting place this was.

A few hundred meters ahead lay the tomb of the Celestial King.

Engaging in combat in front of a predecessor’s grave is almost like...

It might be somewhat inappropriate...

Despite saying this, Yang Yuelian still pulled out her Colorful Feather Gale spear, preparing herself.

She couldn’t afford not to take a single move...

The wind was silent, and a few sweat droplets were already running down the girl’s lovely face.

Falling into the ravines, reflecting a brilliant luster.

Yang Yuelian might not have even realized it herself; standing before Meng Chuan, she felt as nervous as when she faced her grandfather in spear practice...

Stern patriarch was about to make a move!

In the next second, the scenery before her eyes changed in an instant.

Her heart palpitated, as the giant formed from stones arose from the ground, towering before her.

Yang Yuelian gripped her spear tightly and launched herself forward, biting her lip, vowing silently!