"Young Master Zhou, your Black Tortoise Heavy Sword has been forged, but …" The shopkeeper looked at Zhou Yang awkwardly.
"But what?" Zhou Yang asked doubtfully.
"But you'll have to pick it up yourself. We really can't carry it."
"Can't carry it? Hmph, it's useless. Watch me." Tang Yuewu walked in after she finished speaking.
In the inner room, a huge pitch-black sword was erected in the middle of a huge furnace.
"It's so big, so thick …"
Tang Yuewu exclaimed in surprise. Then, she flew above the furnace and grasped the big sword.
"Rise!"
With a shout, the furnace shook, but the sword still didn't rise.
"It's really heavy. I can't even lift it without Vital Energy." Tang Yuewu's face was a little red. Then, water-colored Vital Energy condensed in her hand.
Rumble …
Tang Yuewu picked up the large sword from the furnace. The large sword was as tall as a person and seven inches wide. It looked like a huge piece of iron, forming a sharp contrast with Tang Yuewu's slender body.
"Young Master Zhou, try it and see if it's suitable," the shopkeeper said, wiping the sweat off his face.
Zhou Yang nodded and held the sword, then began to brandish it.
The wind blew, and soon the whole room was shaking. It was a mess, and the shopkeeper ran to the door in fright.
"Young Master Zhou, please stop. If you keep practicing, my weapon workshop will be destroyed," the shopkeeper shouted.
Zhou Yang smiled, stopped immediately, and rested the sword on his shoulder.
"It's about six thousand catties. I can barely use it."
"Barely … You're crazy." Tang Yuewu shook her head.
Six thousand catties was equivalent to the strength of 60 bulls, and the strength of a tiger was 108 bulls. Although many people at the Martian Realm had more than the strength of a tiger, it was still unimaginable for many people to use a sword that weighed six thousand catties as a weapon. Many Martian Realm warriors used heavy weapons that weighed only five hundred catties.
But Zhou Yang said it was barely usable.
The shopkeeper swallowed and said, "Young Master Zhou, if you're not satisfied, you can wait until you have a second fine Black Tortoise Stone. Then, you can return the sword to the furnace and reforge it. That way, the weight may double."
Zhou Yang nodded and put the sword into his storage ring. "How much is it?"
"The materials are all Young Master Zhou's. I only used some Xuan Iron. Just give me the cost price of 300,000 Star Jades."
"Here are five hundred thousand gold notes. Keep the change." Zhou Yang took out five hundred thousand gold notes and gave it to the shopkeeper. Then, he left with Tang Yuewu.
"You're really rich."
Tang Yuewu laughed along the way.
"It's not that I'm rich, it's just that I don't want the number of weapon workshops in the county city to dwindle. That shopkeeper is obviously very afraid of us. I don't think he would dare to ask for too much money." Zhou Yang shook his head and could not help but sigh in his heart. It was too difficult for ordinary people to survive in this world where martial arts reigned supreme.
Tang Yuewu nodded and sank into contemplation. She had been pampered since she was young, and everyone around her listened to her. How could she have known how difficult the life of an ordinary person was until she met Zhou Yang?
At first, she really hated this man who disdained her, but gradually, she found that those bright, beautiful, and obedient young masters in front of her were like a layer of gorgeous net, isolating her from the real world.
Only Zhou Yang, was real.
At this moment, she suddenly understood why she couldn't help but look for Zhou Yang. It was because of Zhou Yang that her world became more real, and she no longer lived like a flower vase like before.
Zhou Yang, who was walking in front, naturally didn't know Tang Yuewu's thoughts. He was only thinking about how he could quickly obtain a high-quality Xuan Wu Stone.
In fact, he still had a Xuan Wu grade weapon in his storage ring. It was obtained when he killed the pervert Zhao Kui. However, it was only an ordinary Xuan Wu War Blade, not a high-quality one. Even if he melted it down and extracted the Xuan Wu Stone, it still wouldn't be able to satisfy his needs.
"Little brat, I feel that this sword is just right for you."
The dragon spirit seemed to have seen through Zhou Yang's thoughts as it laughed.
"Now that my cultivation has reached the 4th rank, I already have the strength of four tigers. If I were to use my Astral Souls, I would have four times the strength of sixteen tigers. With such strength, I wouldn't be able to unleash my full strength with a heavy sword of six thousand jin." Zhou Yang shook his head.
"Foolish. Let me ask you, what is the standard for a body to reach the strength of one bull?" The dragon spirit asked.
Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Reaching the strength of one bull doesn't mean that one has the strength of a hundred jin. Instead, one has to be able to continuously lift a hundred jin heavy objects a hundred times, and the strength of each punch must reach one bull. This is the strength of one bull."
Previously, he had used three years to reach the strength of one bull, so he knew better than anyone how difficult it was.
"Alright, then let me ask you again. You can lift a hundred jin heavy objects a hundred times, but can you wield a sword that weighs a hundred jin freely?" The dragon spirit said disdainfully.
"As long as one's cultivation is strong enough, in theory, it is possible. However, in this case, one's body won't be able to endure for long, and it might even leave behind internal injuries …" At this point, Zhou Yang couldn't help but shiver. "That's right, you're right. I actually forgot this point. Sometimes, great strength is also a double-edged sword."
Thinking of this, Zhou Yang's body involuntarily tensed up. He had once heard someone joke that because a mosquito had bitten his face while he was sleeping, he actually smacked his own head off in his sleep.
Sometimes, great strength can also hurt oneself.
For example, with the support of Astral Souls, he had the strength of sixteen tigers, but his body could only withstand the strength of one tiger. In other words, if he used his full strength to punch himself, he would also be beaten to death.
The weight of a heavy sword was the same. If he rashly used a sword that weighed over ten thousand jin, in the end, he would hurt himself before hurting others. After all, his body could only withstand ten thousand jin.
"It seems that in order to cultivate a large sword, I have to first seal off my true energy and use pure physical strength to practice," Zhou Yang whispered to himself.
"Kid, with your talent, you should have thought of this earlier. Stimulating the body's potential is a long road. The earlier you start, the better it is for you. This is also one of the reasons why you are stronger than your peers, and why your cultivation speed is so fast. It is because you have developed your body. Although it is only the strength of one bull, the mysteries behind it are not something ordinary people can understand."
Zhou Yang nodded. Cultivation was like building a palace, and the body was the cornerstone. As long as a small piece was added, it might be able to make the palace rise to the next level.
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After thinking about this, he was no longer in a hurry to find another high-quality Xuanwu stone. Instead, he returned to the Martial Hall.
"Young Master, you are back."
At this moment, Xiao He and Cheng Qiaoqing squeezed out of the crowd.
"How is the situation?" Zhou Yang looked at the sun in the sky and saw that it was almost noon. The battles in the morning should have all ended.
"Now, of the six major cities' arenas, except for the Fenghua Platform, which was conquered by Young Master, the other arenas are still under the control of the geniuses in the city. Now, everyone is talking about the battle at the Fenghua Platform," Cheng Qiaoqing said.
"On the first day, everyone will give each other face. The strong ones will not go up on the arena, so the battle in Fenghua City naturally became the hot topic. This is not unusual."
The one who spoke was Liu Yunluo.
"Then, which city does Miss Liu belong to?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.
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