57: The figure behind the gate

Han Yi's overall Strength had surprisingly changed to '55~95'!

He had tested before that as long as the value exceeded 100, it was the Strength level of the Tongmai Stage.

This meant that Han Yi's attack power at this moment was infinitely close to the Tongmai Stage!

"Let's try the power of this Meteorite Iron Sword!"

A thought suddenly occurred to Han Yi.

Since this Meteorite Iron Sword was forged, he hadn't had a chance to try it out yet.

Han Yi slowly drew the Meteorite Iron Sword and held it in his hand. Immediately, his entire arm involuntarily sank down slightly.

This sword had a simple design with no extra decorations. Although the blade looked sharp and cold, causing a chill in one's heart, it didn't feel cold to the touch. On the contrary, it felt warm.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Han Yi's arm muscles bulged, and he mustered his Qi and blood, managing to swing it a few times.

The Meteorite Iron Sword was swung through the air with a fierce wind, and a strong gust of wind immediately arose.

Thud!

Wherever the sword body passed, a large bluestone in the corner of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion's backyard was evenly split into two pieces from the middle, like tofu, revealing a smooth cross-section.

"Such great power?"

Master Lu behind Han Yi's temple muscles twitched slightly. He felt as if he had misjudged and missed out on an excellent weapon.

It doesn't matter. No matter how great its power is, this Meteorite Iron Sword cannot be infused with Strength. It's just a Mortal Rank weapon. I didn't lose money on this deal!

Master Lu comforted himself this way.

"Good sword! This deal wasn't a loss!" Han Yi's eyes lit up.

He hadn't even exerted any force; just relying on the weight of the Meteorite Iron Sword itself had such an effect!

"A heavy sword with an edge, crafted with divine skill, entirely Xuan black... I'll call you Xuan Tie Sword!"

Han Yi gently swung the Xuan Tie Sword a few more times, feeling it was much easier to handle, before leisurely slinging it over his back.

He was now over 1.8 meters tall. When the Xuan Tie Sword stood on the ground, it reached his chest. Slung diagonally across his back, it just revealed a section of the hilt.

Suddenly, a strange expression appeared on Han Yi's face: Xuan Tie Sword, Divine Eagle, Little Dragon Girl.

If he collected the other two, he could call himself the Divine Eagle Hero!

"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to lose an arm." Han Yi shook his head and quickly shook the thought out of his mind.

"Young Master Han, if you want to sell weapons in the future, for example, if you no longer want this Meteorite Iron Sword, you can come back to our Hundred Treasures Pavilion to discuss it..."

At the entrance of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, under the light of the lantern, Master Lu cupped his hands in greeting towards Han Yi.

Obviously, he still had some ideas about Han Yi's Xuan Tie Sword!

"Haha, sure, sure, next time for sure..." Han Yi chuckled, becoming more and more skilled at making empty promises.

"Maybe I should get a Martial Art suitable for the Xuan Tie Sword to practice?"

Dusk had long receded into the deepening night. On the street, only the light emanating from the lanterns hanging in front of distant shops could be seen.

These points of light were like stars in the sky. As soon as Han Yi turned into an alley, the stars instantly flickered out of sight.

Han Yi had thought about buying some high-grade Martial Art cultivation methods a long time ago. After all, the System could add points. As long as he could get started, cultivating to a profound Realm was just a matter of an instant.

Especially after receiving Wu Awei's five hundred taels of silver notes and his purse swelling, this idea became even stronger.

However, he searched several markets in An Yan City but couldn't find any shops selling Martial Art cultivation methods. Later, he indirectly asked Pan Sheng about this matter.

Only then did he learn that in An Yan City, some Martial Art cultivation methods might be sold in the Black Market, but they were all ordinary, even incomplete or low-grade methods. Truly powerful Martial Art cultivation methods could only be exchanged within Sects.

But just a few days ago, he got a piece of news from Zheng Yuncheng. It was said that in Fu City, Yellow Rank Martial Art cultivation methods were sold freely, and even in some large auction houses, Black Rank Martial Art cultivation methods were occasionally auctioned off!

From then on, Han Yi understood one thing.

An Yan City, this small county town, might be very large for ordinary people!

But for the four forces in An Yan City, it was too small.

So small that it simply couldn't tolerate other forces selling cultivation methods right under their noses!

Perhaps only in a place like Fu City, with its vast territory, where a hundred schools of thought contend and martial arts are popular, would there be no behavior of cherishing one's own broom, and only then could there be a flourishing world of Martial Artists!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel an urge from the bottom of his heart to go to Fu City.

But he touched his purse again. He had spent two hundred taels of silver at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, and now he only had over three hundred taels left...

He didn't notice the spending usually, but when buying things related to Martial Artists, silver was simply too quickly spent!

He had only bought two weapons, and Han Yi felt his wallet was emptied.

Whether he went to Fu City or not, he still had to find a way to make some money...

Tap, tap, tap.

Han Yi walked in the small alley, his mind constantly pondering.

With the Xuan Tie Sword on his back, his steps were a bit heavy. Han Yi, who was usually light-bodied, felt a bit unaccustomed.

Just treat it as weighted training! He found pleasure in hardship, thinking optimistically.

Chirp~ Chirp~

At night, the insects in the courtyard chirped cheerfully. Qiuzhu Alley had arrived.

Han Yi walked to his doorstep, took out his key, and was about to open the courtyard gate. Suddenly, his movements froze.

From the crack in the door, Han Yi vaguely saw the numbers '35~60' flash by.

But when he recovered and looked carefully, the crack in the courtyard gate was completely dark, with nothing inside.

"My illusion?" Han Yi frowned, his right hand involuntarily gripping the hilt of the Xuan Tie Sword.

Han Yi calmed down and listened attentively.

Hiss... Hiss...

There was actually breathing inside the door?

Han Yi's expression darkened.

Amidst the noisy chirping, there was a faint, almost inaudible breathing sound. The breath was long and deep. Combined with the previous numbers, it was at least the Strength of the Refining Blood!

This time, if it weren't for Han Yi's greatly increased hearing after breaking through to the Lianxue Stage, coupled with the System's help, he would have almost been fooled!

"Someone is ambushing me inside?" Han Yi's thoughts raced.

It seemed that because he hesitated while unlocking the door, the breathing sound inside became noticeably more rapid.

There really is someone, what should I do?

Click, click.

"This broken lock should have been replaced long ago!" Han Yi grumbled as he spoke, "Did I get the wrong key? Why can't I open it after turning it for so long!"

Clang, clang.

A sound of rummaging for something rang out, as if Han Yi was searching for his key.

"Finally found the key..."

Click.

Han Yi inserted the key into the lock, his right hand gripping the sword hilt tightly.