Chapter 53: Listening To the Sword and Communicating With It (1/2)
Chapter 53: Listening To the Sword and Communicating With It
The three Superior Grade Martial Disciples could not utilize their weapons in this narrow alley. Only two people were able to stand side by side here. Xiao Chen only needed to face two of them at a time, and this was not a very difficult thing to do.
Furthermore, since the alley was as wide as the two men standing next to each other, it was more convenient for Xiao Chen to move around. After he dealt with these three men, Xiao Chen did not exhaust even half of his Essence.
Firing out a few streams of flames, he turned all the bodies on the ground into ashes. Xiao Chen removed his black cloak and slowly left this desolated alley.
Continuing to walk forward, there was actually a smithy at the end of the alley. This smithy looked very old. The paint on the signboard had already mostly dropped off, and it looked like a piece of rotting wooden board.
Xiao Chen thought of his purpose in coming out today. He decided to go in to take a look since he was already there. He would not lose anything just by checking it out.
The size of this shop was very small. There was not even a complete shelf in the narrow store. Most of the ironware was just casually piled in various corners, making the shop appear even more cluttered.
Xiao Chen looked around, and in the pile of ironware he even discovered some farming tools. He could not help but feel that it was funny. To think that they made farming tools. This showed how poor their business was. And to think that I actually considered coming here to forge a Spirit Weapon.
The biggest problem was that, despite Xiao Chen being in the shop for quite awhile already, there was no one around. This caused him to feel leery. Xiao Chen did not have any intentions of staying longer, and was about to leave.
“Hang on, don’t go yet. Go take a look at those weapons in that corner,” Ao Jiao’s voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
Xiao Chen said while in a bad mood, “It’s just a pile of junk. There is nothing to see.”
“If I tell you to take a look, just go and take a look.”
Xiao Chen felt helpless as he walked towards that corner and casually pulled out a sword. It was two fingers wide and about a meter long. It was made of fine iron, but it did not look gorgeous and appeared extremely ordinary.
Xiao Chen was not really good with weapons. After taking a long look, he was not able to see anything special. He got up and held the sword in his hand, and casually brandished it.
Xiao Chen used the sword and thrust out in many directions. There were no sounds coming from it, and Xiao Chen was not able to detect any bizarre powers.
He then placed the sword back in the corner. Then, Xiao Chen suddenly thought of something. He picked up the sword again and brandished it once more. Just like earlier, there was no sound, nor could he feel any unusual power.
A look of amazement flashed in his eyes. He placed the sword in his hands down and picked out a thinner sword. He brandished it with some strength and like before, he did not hear any strange sounds coming from it, or any sound for that matter.
“Why is there no sound coming from this sword? If the earlier sword was explained by the sword being too heavy, this sword was thin as a cicada’s wings. Why was there still no sound?” Xiao Chen said bewilderedly.
Ao Jiao suddenly came out and said, “Swords are not used in such a manner.”
Xiao Chen noticed that her complexion was a lot better already. He was now able to put down his earlier worry as he asked, “What’s going on with this sword?”
Ao Jiao did not say anything. She took the sword from Xiao Chen’s hands and casually got into a stance. Her whole body quietly stood there. Xiao Chen could feel her aura continually rising, as though she was going to pierce through the heavens in the next moment.
“Pu Zi!”
Ao Jiao suddenly made a move and sliced the sword through the air. The sword that was as thin as a cicada’s wing gave off a pleasant hum. The sound was melodious; it was fine and delicate, like rain falling on the ground, dripping incessantly.
“Weng!” The sword sounds kept resounding out.
In the next instant, all the weapons within the shop started humming as well. It was like someone meeting their ideal partner; the sound was extremely joyful.
Xiao Chen could not believe what he saw. He took back the sword from Ao Jiao and all the swords in the shop immediately stopped humming. No matter how much force Xiao Chen used, there was no sound at all... As if it was dead.
Yes, as though it was dead. This sounded awkward, as the sword was not a living object in the first place. How could it be said that it was dead? However, this was exactly how Xiao Chen felt at this moment.
“Why is it that when this sword is in my hands, it seems like it is dead? And when it is in yours, it immediately feels alive?” Xiao Chen voiced out the doubts in his heart to Ao Jiao.
When he asked about swords, Ao Jiao’s face was filled with a proud expression. Unfortunately, with her cute face when she turned proud, she looked even more like a little girl.
“Although you don’t understand anything about swords, your a.n.a.logy was quite apt. Listening to the sword, and communicating with it. People who understand that will naturally understand it, and those who don’t won’t.”
When Ao Jiao said this, he was mystified. He did not understand anything. Xiao Chen said, “Can you make it simpler?”
Ao Jiao thought for awhile and said, “To put it simply, when these weapons were forged by the highly skilled hands of this blacksmith, they all gained a rudimentary spirituality after they were completed.”
“To someone who has a certain perception to weapons, they could bring out thrice its usual might. Conversely, someone who does not know anything about weapons, is not able to bring out even half its might.”
Xiao Chen was astonished. Looks like the person behind this shop is an expert. He said, “There are so many spiritual swords placed here. Is the senior of this shop not afraid of people stealing them?
Ao Jiao shook her head, “Although the swords gained spirituality, they were just made from ordinary metals. How strong could they be? If they were purely comparing strength, any one of these swords here would not be able to compare with even the most basic Spirit Weapons.”
“Haha! To think that I would meet someone who understood swords in this tiny desolate shop. The swords here have not cried out for ten years now.” Suddenly, a bold laughter came from the back of the shop.