Chapter Thirty-Five: Forging Flying Daggers

  In Guo Fei's arsenal, there were three pieces of cold iron. According to Guo Fei's understanding from the books, this was also considered yin, and could be used to forge ghost tribe blades. However, Guo Fei wanted to use it to forge a weapon suitable for himself as a ninja, which also belonged to the dark attribute of the ninja's airflow properties, and must be forged with this type of mysterious iron. Therefore, Guo Fei did not want to waste it on undead soldiers.

  Moreover, Guo Fei had long-term plans. Since he possessed the military symbol, if he wanted to establish himself in this world, he must create an iron army. Refining equipment materials was extremely precious. Searching for suitable refining equipment materials, forging military blades, and strengthening his own military abilities were fundamental and long-term plans that couldn't be taken lightly.

  Wusong Town has many hardware stores and iron shops. Many soldiers from the barracks, in order to save their lives, do not use the standard-issue weapons provided by the barracks, but instead purchase strong and sharp blades that suit themselves. After all, the standard-issue weapons provided by the barracks are mostly made of bronze or wrought iron, with very few being made of high-quality steel. As a result, the iron shops and hardware stores in this town are also booming.

  Guo Fei turned several shops and did not find the cold iron or dark iron he needed. Although he was a little disappointed in his heart, he was also calm, after all, such materials were hard to come by.

  In the store of Mingyuan Business Firm, Guo Fei set his eyes on the "Bronze Armor", a lightweight armor that, although unable to withstand close-range gun and sword piercing, could provide some protective effect against arrows. What actually caught Guo Fei's attention was that this bronze armor had a uniquely made helmet with a face mask, only revealing the nose and eyes.

  Guo Fei found that on this continent, not only regular cavalrymen of the nations wore armor, but many warriors and monks on the streets also wore armor, leather armor, chain mail, and even saw a few burly men wearing steel plate chest armor.

  And for most warriors on the mainland, clothes are not just for shelter from wind and rain, but mainly for survival. Only nobles wear comfortable and beautiful clothes for aesthetic purposes. For example, the martial suit Zhao Xue gave to Guo Fei was made of cotton yarn, with a dark yellow long shirt, black pants inside, narrow waist, wide upper body, and large sleeves that looked elegant but actually had poor defensive capabilities and were not suitable for battle.

  Guo Fei bought bronze armor, not for himself to wear. Guo Fei thought they were too cumbersome and were mainly prepared for the corpse soldiers. Wearing such armor could conceal their faces, allowing them to walk openly in the sunlight, among people.

  It is now possible to lead 37 troops, plus yourself and two undead soldiers. The military emblem can still deploy 35 troops, but the current number is far from reaching this figure. Two fists are hard to resist four feet, even if you can fly in the sky and escape on land, a strong person would not dare to fight against a million-strong army head-on. To survive, building an army is the best strategy.

  However, the difficulty coefficient of generating undead warriors is very high. From what can be seen now, one must be at least a Qi Refiner to do so, and it must be done at the moment of death in order to turn them into an undead warrior. Such good fortune cannot be encountered every day. But, one must always be prepared, and waiting until after acquiring an undead warrior to prepare the equipment would put one at a disadvantage.

  Guo Fei deeply understands the principles of "preparing for a rainy day" and "people without long-term plans will have immediate worries". He is a cautious person himself. Although he often speaks loudly and recklessly, with no filter on his words, sometimes even talking nonsense, but in his heart, there's always a balance scale.

  Ten sets of bronze armor cost Guo Fei 1,200 gold coins, making him heartache and tremble. In his previous life, he was supported by his parents and never worried about money. Not until now, when he had to rely on himself to make a living, did he realize how important "money" is.

  In the shop of Mingyuan and Tangchong Empire Business, Guo Fei also saw some first-class talismans, including fireball talisman, water therapy talisman, dust-raising talisman, etc. However, each talisman was extremely expensive, what made Guo Fei even angrier was that they didn't sell them for gold coins, but instead required the purchase of soul crystals, which was simply a robbery of soul crystals.

  The cheapest dust symbol costs at least ten skull crystals. According to the introduction, this dust symbol is a low-level earth-based spell that raises a cloud of dust and takes advantage of it to escape. Guo Fei would not want it, so he bought five "water therapy symbols" instead. The effect of these water therapy symbols is exactly the same as Zhao Xue's first-level healing spell "Water Therapy", but they are engraved on talismans.

  In his past life, Guo Fei never haggled when buying things. Now, after wearing out his tongue, he only got a slight discount. Guo Fei handed over the two fist-sized soul crystals he obtained from the Dead Spirit Ape to the shop assistant before taking away these talismans.

  People in the world can't avoid being hurt, Guo Fei deeply understands this truth. With such a spell, there is a way to heal wounds. However, according to Zhao Xue's account, this kind of spell healing is not as good as taking medicine, as medicine restores the injured person's vitality, while the spell only stitches up the wound.

  Looking at the early sky, Guo Fei did not return to Zuiyun Building, but quickly walked out of Wusong Town and went to a place without people. After that, he put on the ninja suit and quickly ran towards a mountain not far from Wusong Town.

  An hour later, Guo Fei found a hidden cave and moved the iron-making tools out of the military symbol space. Guo Fei was preparing to use this time to forge a few flying knives for himself.

  The corpses were moved out, guarding the entrance of the cave. Guo Fei began to forge flying knives. Three whole pieces of cold iron were not necessary, and several fist-sized fragments of cold iron were collected from the underground fire lake, which seemed to be left over by a predecessor who had forged them before. They could be used to forge small and exquisite flying knives.

  Is there a flying knife in this world, Guo Fei doesn't know. So far, Guo Fei has never seen one. As for his past life, it was a society governed by law, and Guo Fei had even less contact with flying knives, at most playing with daggers. The flying knife forged by Guo Fei is completely tempered based on the ninja's feeling.

  Open the furnace, the scorching temperature of the molten rock has not weakened at all, still spewing golden flames, Guo Fei places the cold iron on top and begins to forge the flying knife.

  Guo Fei also followed Wen Shu to learn the ironing technique for half a year, and basically reached a proficient level. Combining with the book "Equipment Dao Cultivation", he gained many insights, and after slightly improving some places, it became even more exquisite. Guo Fei explored and pondered, constantly correcting his previous hand movements, controlling his strength, and experiencing the subtleties within.

  The large hammer is sturdy and heavy, while the small hammer is delicate and agile. The small hammer has three sharp spikes on one end, of varying sizes, which can be used by Guo Fei to engrave patterns on the blade and forge a "blood groove".

  This is absolutely a profound technical activity. As he forged, Guo Fei had more and more feeling, forging a sharp blade not only showed his skills but also tempered his physical strength, honed his character, as if what was carved in his hands was not a deadly weapon, but a beautiful work of art.

  Three flying knives, all black, with a cold and sinister glow, less than twenty centimeters in length, less than ten centimeters in width, flat, the blade as thin as paper, can be tightly attached to the palm of the hand, three fine blood grooves, straight from the front edge of the knife to the handle, the handle is small, only half a finger long.

  Guo Fei stored it in the space of his military token, making it convenient to appear instantly in his hand. Then he put away the ironing tools and looked up to see that the sun had set in the west and night was falling. Unconsciously, he had been busy for a whole day.

  In the cave, he ate something randomly, gathered up the dead soldiers, and Guo Fei slowly walked out of the cave, heading towards the five trees.

  From a distance, I saw that young man. At this time, there were three people beside him. It seems he had a good harvest today and pulled in several customers.