Chapter 30: Weapons (1/2)

Chapter 30: Weapons

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”Holy crap, that's the White Blademaster Lu Shaoyou!”said Junior Leopard. Seeing Qin Xuanlong disappeared at the corner of the street, Junior Leopard's face flashed a trace of anger. What was written in the books of the past life was indeed correct.

Those guys who practiced martial arts thought they were all masters, having a strong sense of justice and ready to help the weak or doing whatever they thought was right. They had no idea at all that how their behavior would enormously affect the common people.

Chasing or escaping, Lu Shaoyou had been responsible for half of the deaths killed by Xue Wuya to vent his anger on the way.

Of course, Junior Leopard was no judge, nor was he an upright gentleman that had excessive sense of righteousness. The reason why he was resentful was that Xue Wuya might also be a tremendous threat to his family or himself. It was exactly because they infringed on his personal interest that he detested Lu Shaoyou and Xue Wuya so much.

Although Junior Leopard greatly despised Lu Shaoyou's thankless chivalrous acts of conduct, he just kept it to himself.

In some way, it had nothing to do with him at all.

In the next days, he could just stay in the ironware shop, practicing martial arts or hitting iron every day. He started to get obsessed with making Anesthetic Pill when he was bored. Since he found out the magical power of Anesthetic Pill, he was also interested in the business of making pills.

After all, the ingredients for Anesthetic Pill were not expensive and several portions of them could be obtained from circling the streets. Moreover, he got familiar with the technique of making pills by making an Anesthetic Pill, which prepared him for refining Bone-forging Pill in the future. As the ingredients needed for refining Bone-Forging Pill were much more precious than those of Anesthetic Pill, there was no room to waste materials.

He wasted almost half of the ingredients when he first made Anesthetic Pill, but now he could make as many Anesthetic Pills as the given amount of ingredients. Shortly ten days later, he already stored ten full small porcelain bottles of Drowsy Drug.

The so-called Drowsy Drug was the powder ground from the completed Anesthetic Pill. Whenever he looked at these porcelain bottles, he always felt like a successful thief.

As time flew by gradually, the White Blademan and Xue Wuya who were said to be the Level Eight master still only existed in the legends and rumors in Qingyang Market. Just like the rumors of the end of days that existed on Earth, legends are always legends. Even if they were real, common people like Junior Leopard could hardly have the chance to get involved with.

Legends were nothing but legends after all. After some chaos in Qingyang Market, people realized that nothing had actually happened. The days gradually turned peaceful the nervous atmosphere that originally shrouded all of Qingyang Market dissipated gradually.

Junior Leopard's life was peaceful as usual. In these days, he had a free and unfettered life with weapon forging or pill refinement. There were some lonely moments when he sat in front of the windows and stared at the moon, recalling this and that in the past life. It was just like a dream.

Today, he finished practicing a set of Taiji Fist. After a set of breathing exercises, he picked up a dart beside him and gave a ruminative look.

”My martial arts cultivation has reached its bottleneck and it seems that it's time to forge a handy weapon!”