18: A one-handed dagger weighing the same as O'Neal

"Dad, I'm going out to find a suitable weapon," Chen Heng said to Chen Fugui.

"Alright, go ahead." Chen Fugui pulled out a wad of banknotes from his inner pocket.

"While you're at it, see when Aunt Jing and the others are coming back."

"She and her daughter should be at Dacian Temple."

Chen Heng nodded, took the banknotes, and turned to leave the courtyard.

On the street, there were shouts, hawking, and the joyful laughter of children playing.

Chen Heng took a deep breath. Peace was truly wonderful.

As for how to find a blacksmith's shop, that was naturally not a problem.

Chen Heng's sense of smell, more sensitive than a dog's nose, would lead him to it.

As expected, Chen Heng followed the scent of burnt metal and indeed found a blacksmith's shop of considerable size.

The blacksmith's shop was three stories high; the first floor was where the craftsmen smelted weapons.

The second and third floors were reception areas prepared for various customers.

Amidst the clanging, Chen Heng walked into the blacksmith's shop.

"Sir, what would you like to buy?" a somewhat shifty-looking errand boy came up, rubbing his hands incessantly.

"Which is the heaviest saber you have here?" Chen Heng looked around, not seeing any heavy weapons.

They were all ordinary sabers, spears, and swords.

"That depends on your budget," the errand boy led Chen Heng upstairs to the second floor.

"Money is not an issue." Chen Heng revealed the wad of banknotes from his inner pocket.

"As long as you can find a weapon that satisfies me, you'll be well rewarded."

"Sir, you just watch." The errand boy's eyes lit up the moment he saw the banknotes in Chen Heng's pocket.

"Our heaviest saber right now is a long saber forged by Master Qin."

"It's six feet six inches long and weighs sixty-six catties."

"Made from excellent profound iron, ordinary weapons are nothing compared to it..."

"Bring it, let me see." Chen Heng didn't want to listen to the errand boy brag; he only needed one look to know if the saber was suitable for him.

"Please wait, I'll fetch it for you right away." The errand boy scurried off to get the saber.

A few minutes later, two people carried in a large, dark box.

"Take a look, this is absolutely the best saber in our shop." The errand boy wiped his sweat and opened the lid.

Chen Heng glanced at it; the long saber in the box was indeed good, at least better in Materials than his own heavy saber.

But it wasn't enough; it was still too fragile.

"This saber is too light. Do you have anything similar in size but heavier?"

Chen Heng picked up the profound iron heavy saber with one hand and performed a saber flourish without changing his expression.

"This..." The errand boy's eyes almost popped out.

That was a sixty-six-catty heavy saber; even their shop's external-force Martial Artists struggled to hold it.

Let alone use it.

But in the hands of this rich young master, it seemed to have no weight at all, letting him toy with it.

"None?" Chen Heng was a little disappointed.

But it didn't matter; the vast Qiyang City didn't have just one blacksmith's shop.

If not, he would just go to another one.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The errand boy, afraid that Chen Heng, this big patron, would leave, quickly replied.

"It's just that I don't know if you can wield it."

"Oh?" Chen Heng's eyes lit up. A weapon even he couldn't wield?

"That saber was brought by our boss and has been gathering dust in the warehouse."

Seeing Chen Heng show some interest in the saber, the errand boy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why is that?" Chen Heng put down the profound iron heavy saber in his hand, a little puzzled.

"You might not feel it, but that long saber weighs three hundred and fifty catties, and it's a one-handed saber."

"In all of Qiyang City, let alone using it, those who can even pick it up with one hand don't exceed five fingers."

The errand boy gestured with his hand.

"If you really want to try it, we brothers will help you carry it out."

The errand boy gritted his teeth; for the reward, he was going all out.

"Good, I want to see what this three-hundred-and-fifty-catty long saber looks like!"

Chen Heng was energized now.

The hundred-plus-catty heavy saber was still too light for him, making it awkward to use.

Three hundred and fifty catties, while not heavy, was still more comfortable to use than those hundred-eighty-catty weapons.

"Alright, I'll go get it for you now."

Chen Heng was quite looking forward to the saber the errand boy mentioned.

What was the concept of three hundred and fifty catties?

It was equivalent to swinging an O'Neal with one hand to hit someone.

Forget about cutting; just having an O'Neal swung at you would be enough to knock the wind out of you.

This time, the errand boy took much longer than last time, walking in, drenched in sweat, after a full half-hour.

"Oh my goodness..." The sweating errand boy didn't even bother to greet Chen Heng, too tired to get up after collapsing onto the ground.

"Sir, the item you requested... I... brought it for you."

The errand boy said without even catching his breath.

The few laborers behind him were also panting, each of them collapsed on the ground, unable to stand up.

Of course, it wasn't just these few people who came.

The surrounding customers and the craftsmen downstairs all gathered to watch the excitement.

"No way, someone wants to buy Boss Lei's saber?"

"How is that possible? That's three hundred and fifty catties; just being able to pick it up would mean he has great strength."

"That's not necessarily true; the leader of the Five Spirits Gang should be able to use it."

"How can that be the same? Helper Xie is a Profound Martial Artist."

"This young man looks like a scholar; he's probably a Confucian Disciple."

Chen Heng ignored the onlookers and walked to the box containing the three-hundred-and-fifty-catty heavy saber.

He opened the box, and a dull, pure black one-handed saber appeared before Chen Heng's eyes.

Everyone's gaze focused on Chen Heng; everyone was curious whether this 'frail scholar' could actually lift this saber.

Chen Heng gripped the saber hilt with one hand, and a sensation of icy coldness emanated from his palm.

"Good saber!"

The moment Chen Heng touched this saber, he understood that it was a good item.

With his palm tightly gripping the hilt, Chen Heng expressionlessly picked up the saber.

"Not bad, the weight is quite suitable." Chen Heng gently tapped the blade, producing a clear echo.

"This..." The onlookers were all stunned.

"He doesn't seem to be using any force?"

"Yeah, I didn't see him exert any effort."

"We really misjudged him this time."

"Name your price, I'll take this saber." Chen Heng was absolutely smitten with the saber in his hand.

Whether it was the feel or the weight, it was simply tailor-made for him.

He now just wanted to find an opponent to try out the saber.

To see what it felt like to smash someone with an O'Neal.

"Our boss said that if anyone is willing to take this saber, it only costs one thousand taels of silver."

The errand boy sat on the ground, holding up one finger.

"No problem." Chen Heng didn't feel there was any issue with this price.

One thousand taels to buy an O'Neal to take home was already very worth it.

Slinging the black one-handed saber over his shoulder, Chen Heng pulled out one thousand one hundred taels of banknotes from his inner pocket.

"One thousand taels is for the saber, and the rest is your reward."

One hundred taels of silver might not be much to Chen Heng, but for this errand boy, it was a huge sum.

He only earned three and a half taels of silver a year working in this blacksmith's shop; now he had truly struck it rich.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

The errand boy excitedly took the wad of banknotes, bowing repeatedly in gratitude.