Divine Blacksmith: Rewards From My Weapons - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Those Who Stop Me Are Usually Not Good People

“Boss, why is your third area empty?” The middle-aged man turned around and asked curiously.

“This shop was passed down by my master. In his era, there were still martial arts and battles, so it’s not strange for him to forge weapons. But in this era, forging these weapons will be controlled knives,” Feng Ling explained with a smile.

“Oh, I see.” The middle-aged man was enlightened and immediately asked, “But this is the mechanized era. Boss, can you still sell these farming tools here?”

“There’s still some business.” Windrush walked out of the counter and over to the display shelves. “This small town isn’t like the big cities. The people here aren’t rich to begin with, and there are few fields at home. Even if we jointly hire a harvester, the harvest will be lost.”

“That’s why these sickle rakes are quite popular during the busy farming season.”

The middle-aged man looked at the smiling young man in front of him with a complicated expression.

If nothing went wrong, the young man in front of him should be his senior brother’s disciple, his martial nephew.

It was hard to imagine that Senior Brother’s fiery personality would actually nurture such an easygoing disciple.

“So do you get any income from selling these?” he couldn’t help asking.

How much profit could some pots and pans make? The two of them must have had a hard time, right?

Feng Ling was a little puzzled. Why did this guest have so many questions?

However, on the principle of not letting go of any business, he still replied, “In this small town, a palm-sized place can’t eat even a little fruit and vegetables. There’s no problem with food and clothing.”

The middle-aged man was a little moved. Back then, his senior brother was a top-notch Master Forger. Why had he become like this now…

“I wonder if you can invite your master out?” The middle-aged man finally couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m an old friend of your master. I specially came to find your master today.”

Feng Ling’s eyebrows rose and his smile faded. His expression was serious. “What is your name?”

“Duan Changde.” The middle-aged man introduced himself. “He’s also your master’s junior brother.”

“Duan Changde… Can you prove your identity?”

Duan Changde didn’t hesitate. He crossed his arms in a strange gesture.

Feng Ling nodded, turned to the counter, and took out an envelope.

“Master had already passed away eight years ago. Before he left, he told me that if Duan Changde could find this place one day and prove his identity, I should give him the letter. If he couldn’t come or couldn’t, he would destroy the letter and never know this person again.”

“What?! Senior Brother, he…” Duan Changde’s eyes widened and he lost his footing. The bodyguard beside him quickly caught him.

He was stunned for a moment before he managed to steady himself. He took the letter from Feng Ling’s trembling hand.

He opened the envelope and read the contents word by word. Tears welled up in his eyes.

As he finished reading the last line, he finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and wailed like a child.

The bodyguard beside him was a little flustered. With this person’s temperament, what was in the letter that made him like this?

Feng Ling did not know what was written in the letter. He had not even touched this letter since his master handed it to him back then.

After a long while, Duan Changde wiped his face and looked at Feng Ling with red eyes.

“Martial Nephew…”

“Stop.” Feng Ling reached out and interrupted, “Before my master died, he told me that he didn’t have any parents, brothers, relatives, friends, or senior brothers or junior brothers. My master passed away early. If anyone came to claim kinship, he wouldn’t acknowledge them.”

“I…” Duan Changde opened his mouth, but in the end, he sighed and stopped struggling. “Alright, then… what should I call you?”

“My name is Feng Ling.”

“Feng Ling, good, good.” Duan Changde thought for a moment and said, “Even though Senior Brother doesn’t want to acknowledge me, I don’t dare to forget that I was once a person of the Armament Workshop, let alone forget Senior Brother’s teachings and love. Feng Ling, since you’re Senior Brother’s successor, then I’m your Uncle… Well, your uncle.”

Feng Ling was speechless. How did this guy suddenly become his uncle?

“Senior Brother said that it’s not convenient for me to interfere in your life. But if you’re really in trouble, call me… Forget it, let’s just add each other as friends.”

As he spoke, he took out his phone and opened the “Scan” interface.

Feng Ling looked at her phone and then at Duan Changde. In the end, she added him as a friend.

Even though Duan Changde’s uncontrollable emotional fluctuations just now did not make Feng Ling have a good impression of him, she still believed in the identity of the person.

Moreover, his master had also said that if Duan Changde could prove his identity, he could be trusted to a certain extent.

Duan Changde had already recovered from his emotions. After adding Feng Ling as a friend, he asked for three incense sticks to offer to the old man and left.

He walked briskly, without the hesitation he had shown when he arrived.

Feng Ling did not take the matter to heart.

Whether Duan Changde was his Uncle-Master or not, it would not affect his life.

He had spent nearly half of his 18 years in the Divine Weapon Town by himself.

Being alone and safe had become his daily theme.

At five in the afternoon, Feng Ling closed the shop and prepared to go home.

Eight to five in the morning. That was the working hours he had set for himself.

As the owner of the shop, it was naturally impossible for him to work overtime.

Well, of course, there was still a period of learning and improvement when he got home. It would take until nine o’clock.

He lived about twenty miles from the town. It was neither close nor far. The drive would take no more than fifteen minutes.

However, Feng Ling realized that something was wrong today.

The music in the car had finished five songs, but he still didn’t see his small courtyard.

He took out his phone. It was five thirty.

Feng Ling had walked the path from his small courtyard to the town for eighteen years. Even if he had to close his eyes, he would know how many steps to turn.

This situation could only mean one thing. He was in trouble.

They stopped the car and switched off the engine. Feng Ling drew a knife from under the passenger seat.

The saber was straight, and the blade was wrapped in a black scabbard. A red silk ribbon hung from the hilt ring.

He opened the car door and was greeted by a cold wind that was out of season.

Feng Ling loosened her shoulders, and a white light suddenly lit up in her eyes. The scene in front of her instantly changed.

He had just left the town and had been circling around a circular intersection.

And the cause of all this was three young and beautiful-looking women.

However, their expressions were not good at this moment because the direction that Feng Ling was heading in with his saber was where they were.

Logically speaking, it was impossible for ordinary people to see their figures, but at this moment, Feng Ling did not look like someone who had been blinded.

Feng Ling did not ask too much. When she raised the long saber in her hand, it was already unsheathed, and the Pig Slaughtering Knife was suddenly used.

The sharp blade light attacked the three women with unparalleled power.

The three women’s expressions changed drastically. At this moment, they were already certain that not only could Feng Ling see them, but his strength was also definitely not ordinary.

However, it was too late to leave now.