Chapter 00250: The Newly Forged Treasure Blade
# The Newly Forged Treasure Blade
Chapter 250
Novel: After the Immortals Disappeared
Chapter 250: The Newly Forged Treasure Blade
“Not necessarily.” Li Qingge had a different opinion. “My lord despises outdated customs the most. Perhaps the one who ultimately ascends to the position of the National Master will not rely on seniority or connections, but rather on youth and capability. That's why I say Fan Ke and Yan Lixin have the upper hand. Especially Yan Lixin, who established the Xiyun Sect in his early twenties and became the leader of the Southeast Dao Alliance at the age of thirty-one. His reputation and wisdom are at their peak.”
He Chunhua admired for a moment before saying, “But it wouldn’t be so easy for him to become the National Master, right?”
“Of course! The position of National Master is not easily attained. Fan Ke is currently suppressing him, and the old ministers in the court have strong opinions, believing he is too young to manage the fortune of a nation. After all, the other two National Masters are all over fifty,” Li Qingge set down his teacup. “Alright, today is a special day for Young Master He to draw his blade. Let’s not linger on trivial matters and go enjoy the demonstration.”
He Lingchuan had just secured two cups of hot tea when he stood up. “Please.”
Li Fubo was already waiting outside.
This was the first time He Lingchuan received so many guests at his residence.
The color of the blade had faded into a brilliant pure gold, indicating that the amount of treasure gold within was nearly zero.
Li Qingge reached out to grasp the hilt, but the moment his hand touched it, he withdrew, as if stung by a bee.
Everyone was startled, and Li Qingge looked at his palm. “This blade's ferocity is extraordinary. Just by holding the hilt, I can feel its resistance,” he remarked, comparing it to a wild lion or tiger locked in a cage, ready to lash out at anyone who approached. “However, it also indicates that this blade was forged very successfully.”
He Chunhua expressed some concern. “With such a ferocious blade, will Chuan’er be able to wield it? If not, it may backfire."
He Lingchuan stepped forward and placed one hand on the hilt.
In the past ten days, he had performed this action countless times without any issue.
This blade felt like an old acquaintance, intimate and friendly, sometimes greeting him with familiarity.
He asked Li Fubo, “Can it be drawn?”
Li Fubo seemed even more nervous than him, not blinking an eye. “Yes!”
He Lingchuan grasped the hilt and exerted slow, steady pressure.
In an instant, he realized:
Wasn’t this just like the sword in the stone?
Once drawn, would he become the child of destiny and possess the halo of a protagonist henceforth?
Suddenly, Li Fubo called out, “Wait a moment!”
He Lingchuan halted, his breath catching, and then heard him continue. “You should first give it a name. A treasure blade must have a name.”
“A name, huh?” That made sense; it wouldn’t do for this thing to be called merely the Broken Blade.
He Lingchuan didn’t understand why the previous owner, Zhong Shengguang, hadn’t named it.
As Li Fubo said, a treasure blade must indeed have a name.
In that moment, He Lingchuan remembered the fleeting splendor of that ancient city, the vast yellow sands of the Panlong Desert, the joys and sorrows of the small folk, the unparalleled loyalty of the brave heroes of the Wind Army, and the desolate loneliness at Zhong Shengguang’s grave.
Everything this treasure blade had experienced had nearly vanished into the wind, dissipating in the smoke of history.
Yet, surely they were not willing to resign to that fate.
He understood, stroking the hilt gently, “From now on, you shall be called ‘Fusheng.’”
To remember, to reflect, and to embrace a new life.
At once, the blade quivered slightly, as if it, too, rejoiced in being named.
He Lingchuan grasped the hilt, pulling it out bit by bit.
After being solidified for so many days, the golden mud was harder than cement, yet before the treasure blade, it was almost as soft as tofu.
Then, he noticed that near the muzzle of the blade, two characters were suddenly engraved in dark relief.
He Lingchuan had been studying diligently of late and could discern at a glance that these were the language of ancient immortals.
Li Qingge directly read them aloud:
“Fusheng…?”
Lady Ying seemed surprised, exclaiming, “Did it carve that itself?” It was indeed unlike ordinary weapons; she felt enlightened.
Li Fubo was quite pleased, saying, “This treasure blade has spirit; it has accepted this name.”
As he spoke, He Lingchuan had already drawn the treasure blade fully from its sheath.
Everyone could see that “Fusheng” was complete, stretching from the blade’s muzzle to the tip, flawless and immaculate.
Compared to the past, the length of the blade had barely changed, but its curvature was greater, more suited for slashing, with a gleaming blood groove on each side.
Apart from that, it didn’t seem to have any special features; even the blade edge did not possess that chilling aura it once had.
He Lingchuan plunged it into the ground, and the blade sank securely in place.
Lady Ying instinctively asked, “Didn’t they say it could slice through iron like mud?” How could it stand securely?
He Lingchuan gently pushed on the hilt, and the blade sunk silently till it reached the muzzle.
When he desired dullness, it became dull; when he wished for sharpness, it became sharp, manifesting his will freely.
“Try chopping this,” Li Qingge tossed him a dark object.
He Lingchuan twirled the blade in a flourish, and the object was sliced cleanly in two, falling to the ground.
It turned out to be a block of dark wood.
“This is thunder-struck wood, harder than a thousand years of cold iron,” Li Qingge gently clapped. “Excellent, Young Master He, you and Master Li have collaboratively forged an extraordinary treasure blade.”
Lady Ying asked in confusion, “Just because it’s sharp, can it be called extraordinary?”
Li Qingge smiled, “As for the blade's properties, only the owner would know, and we cannot pry further.”
The additional properties of the treasure blade, perhaps, would become the key to victory in future battles, usually kept as a closely guarded secret by its owner, not to be disclosed to outsiders.
Lady Ying scrutinized her eldest son and saw him smiling silently, clearly benefitting from this opportunity.
In truth, as He Lingchuan held the blade, he naturally sensed several special effects that had emerged:
“Breaking the Void”: This blade has accompanied two previous masters into the azure, allowing it to deal with formless and intangible entities.
He interpreted formless entities as ghosts or resentful spirits.
This property was quite valuable, as specialized tools are usually needed to deal with such beings; ordinary weapons may not necessarily harm them.
As for what “intangible” truly meant, he wasn’t so sure; he would find out in time.
“Breaking the Army”: The past and present of this blade contain the will of hundreds of thousands.
When the owner faces an enemy, there is a small chance that this will erupts, even if the opponent has a defensive aura, it will directly overcome that, inflicting genuine damage.
“Guaranteed Hit”: If the owner prefers to throw it at the enemy, after successful forging, “Fusheng” will remember this trait, but it can only be used once every quarter of an hour.
“Passage Order”: The blade’s master, having received the inheritance, can enter the dream world known as the “Panlong Realm” through the divine bone.
Of course, this is only part of its functionality, more may follow.
At first glance, these effects didn’t seem extraordinarily overwhelming.
However, Li Fubo had previously informed him that this blade is a fierce weapon; it doesn’t require flamboyant special effects.
As long as it is fast, sharp, and indestructible, it is a good blade.
If further mastery can be achieved in these aspects, it can become invaluable.
Upon closer inspection, the “Breaking the Army” effect actually had significant implications.
Opponents possessing the State Order would have their defensive aura bolstered, enhancing various mystical techniques and formations; others could only reduce the damage dealt to them.
Yet the existence of “Breaking the Army” is akin to using a bug to overcome a bug, employing magic to counter magic, directly returning to real, effective damage.
What should be is what will be.
Of course, he also noted the phrase “small chance,” and the Fusheng blade affectionately hinted to him that this probability could be improved.
By what means to enhance it? Currently unknown.
As for the final characteristic, “Passage Order,” He Lingchuan thought it wasn’t really a special effect at all, more like a ticket to enter the dream realm.
However, it also contained worthwhile information, such as what it means to “receive the inheritance”?
This blade was gifted by Zhong Shengguang; doesn’t that count as receiving the inheritance? This implies that even if someone else were to obtain this blade without connecting with He Lingchuan, they wouldn’t be able to enter the Panlong Dream.
Moreover, he finally confirmed the destination of his night dreams was indeed the Dafa Hu! A question that had lingered for so long finally found a definitive answer.
The grand and coveted Dafa Hu was neither gone nor hidden; instead, it was connected to him through the divine bone necklace and the Fusheng blade.
Additionally, another key point emerged:
It was not the Fusheng blade that allowed him to enter the dream world of the Dafa Hu; rather, the divine bone necklace enabled him to enter the “dream world,” specifically designating the “Panlong Realm.”
Why hadn’t the divine bone necklace sent him into a dream despite him having obtained it long ago? Perhaps it was only after he acquired the Broken Blade that this dream realm was unlocked.
This suggested that the divine bone necklace was the key to the Dafa Hu, whereas the Fusheng blade served as a specific channel to the Panlong Dream.
No wonder, since he received “Fusheng,” he hadn’t had any other dreams.
Could he interpret this in another way, that there are other dreams awaiting him within the Dafa Hu? The phrase “more to follow” also suggested a similar realm of imagination.
These possibilities made his heart surge with excitement.
Li Fubo was also examining “Fusheng,” even borrowing it to caress repeatedly, while Li Qingge inspected and authenticated it meticulously before reluctantly returning it to He Lingchuan. “The blade's shape has changed, and the original scabbard is no longer applicable. I will forge a new one for you.”
Both of them looked quite sentimental.
It was a huge success in itself that they didn’t shed tears while reforming a spiritual weapon, and Sunyang Mansion could boast about it tremendously.
He Lingchuan truly felt grateful and bowed deeply to both of them. “Thank you both!”
Without the blade-growing divine skill of Sunyang Mansion, the Broken Blade would have remained just that, with almost no hope for restoration.
“Not at all,” Li Qingge smiled gently. “The experience of growing such a treasure blade is invaluable and greatly beneficial to us.”
He Lingchuan had always been generous, and he certainly would not be stingy at such a moment. “Today is a joyous occasion; everyone, let’s move to the Hesou Tower. Tonight, I will treat!”
He Chunhua instructed butler Old Mo to summon He Yue from the prefecture before heading to the tavern together.
Hesou Tower had added several new signature dishes, one of which was called “Full House Red.”
When served, it came in a large bowl, floating a half-finger-thick layer of red oil, which looked strikingly spicy and eye-catching.
He Lingchuan naturally recognized that the chef at Hesou Tower had created this new dish based on the red oil recipe he provided.
In his previous world, it was called “water boiled,” but here, Hesou Tower wanted to give it a catchy and auspicious name.
After all, as a high-end tavern, it wouldn’t be appropriate to use the offal of pigs, cattle, and sheep for cooking, lest the dinners of nobles lacked dignity.
(End of Chapter)