He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 431 and What Has Not Changed (Added Chapter)

Over the years, few people have dared to show off in front of her like this.

And since it concerned Jiang Lin, her eyes became even colder.

But she knew how powerful the Western Yi archers were. Among the thirteen Western Yi ancestors, twelve had surpassed the peak of the Divine Martial Realm and reached the Dao Martial Realm.

There is only one youngest one, who is said to have only concentrated on the heart of Taoism at present.

Not to mention that the Western Yi have nearly one million archers, and their strength is extremely strong.

How can you deal with such an opponent?

Even Jiang Lin couldn't help but take a breath after learning the true strength of the Xiyi clan.

Were the Western Barbarians so powerful more than four hundred years ago?
What’s even more terrifying is that Daqian actually won!
No wonder the Western Barbarian envoy was so arrogant, they were indeed qualified.

"What if we don't give it?" Ma Ningyan asked in a cold voice.

"No?" The Western Barbarian envoy raised his head slightly, with an arrogant look on his face: "That will lead to war."

His words were very straightforward, without any beating around the bush.

Either give you something or beat you.

After four years of fighting, Ma Ningyan is no longer an ordinary woman.

Her cultivation had reached the ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm, and she had three million soldiers behind her.

Her reputation has spread far and wide. The surrounding private armies, powerful clans, or dynasties that are not strong enough are actively trying to make friends with her instead of making enemies with her.

Only the Xiyi clan dared to speak to her like this.

There was a knife next to Ma Ningyan's seat.

That was the first holy weapon Jiang Lin made for her. Over the past four years, it had drunk the blood of countless enemies.

Instead of wearing out, the blade became even sharper.

Her fingers touched the hilt of the knife.

The cold touch passed through the fingertips into the heart and turned into a chill.

His cold eyes stared at the Western Yi envoy in front of him.

When her index and middle fingers hooked around the handle of the knife, she slowly placed her thumb on it.

In this temporary hall donated and renovated by a powerful clan, dozens of close guards had their hands on their weapons.

As soon as Ma Ningyan gave the order, they would swarm forward and hack this daring Western envoy to death with their swords.

Anyone who can serve as a bodyguard for Ma Ningyan must be at least at the first level of the Divine Martial Realm.

In Jiang Lin's opinion, people of this era are too strong.

Several hundred years later in Daqian, the guards around the emperor were only at the eighth rank of the Yuanwu realm.

Just then, Jiang Lin walked in.

His tall figure was extremely conspicuous, and although he did not show his cultivation, the special aura brought about by his concentrated heart of Tao would make it impossible for true masters to ignore his existence.

The Western Yi envoy turned around and looked at Jiang Lin who was walking towards him.

Finally, a hint of fear appeared on his face.

Ma Ningyan, who is at the ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm, is strong, but she represents a force.

Xiyi believed that Ma Ningyan would not dare to act recklessly, let alone go to war with him.

But Jiang Lin is different. His prestige surpasses Ma Ningyan, and his cultivation is even more unfathomable.

Even so far, no one has ever seen him fight in close combat.

But the record of almost killing the Qin clan patriarch with a single arrow had already spread far and wide.

The Qin clan patriarch is a master at the pinnacle of the Divine Martial Realm!
Jiang Lin's footsteps were heavy as he approached, step by step, causing great psychological pressure on the Western Yi envoy.

But he did not retreat. Instead, he gritted his teeth and straightened his body.

Jiang Lin stood in front of him, looking down at the Western Yi archer, and glanced at the seven feathers on his shoulders.

The seventh level of the Divine Martial Realm?
Although his eyes were not fierce, they still made people feel uncomfortable with their scrutinizing look.

The Western Barbarian envoy had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "You..."

He only said one word before being interrupted by Jiang Lin.

"Go back and tell your clan leader that divine weapons have spirits, and not every one of them is suitable for you to use."

"I am a blacksmith, good at making weapons, and I don't like war."

"If Xiyi wants a magic weapon, I can help you make a better one, but it will take time."

The Western Barbarian envoy raised his eyebrows, and his expression relaxed a little: "How long?"

"Above the treasure soldiers are divided into six categories: treasure soldiers, spiritual soldiers, elemental soldiers, holy soldiers, divine soldiers, and Taoist soldiers."

"There is a huge gap between each level. It will take a long time to create a magic weapon, at least a few years."

The Western Yi envoy frowned. Several years?

They were obviously unwilling to wait that long, and immediately said, "It's too long, no."

"Then fight." Jiang Lin took a step forward without hesitation and said coldly: "But you won't have the chance to go back and report the news. You will only die here."

The heart of Tao was beating slightly, and the pressure it brought to the Western Yi envoy was so great that no one could compare to it.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Behind him, Ma Ningyan had already stood up, holding a long sword.

The cold and murderous look in his eyes could be felt even if he couldn't see it.

And the dozens of Divine Martial Realm guards in the hall all drew their weapons.

Amid the sound of friction, the flashing of swords and the shadow of knives were all over the air, filled with murderous aura.

The Western Barbarian envoy finally bowed his head. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know whether the tribe leader is willing to wait or not. Don't make the mistake."

"Thirteen divine bows. No one in the world can make them for you except me."

"You can either seize one and have a war, or I can give you thirteen and we can live in peace. It's your choice."

Jiang Lin's voice was firm and decisive, and his hand was on the long sword at his waist.

Although it is only a holy weapon, the aura of this sword is terrifying.

The Western Yi envoy said no more. He had no say in whether it would be war or peace.

Jiang Lin stepped aside to make way, and the Western Yi envoy walked away directly.

Ma Ningyan came over with a knife in hand and frowned, "Why be afraid of them? At worst, we can just fight."

During these four years, not all the powerful clans were willing to give up their power as “local emperors”.

They would rather fight than surrender.

Ma Ningyan paid a heavy price to capture dozens of cities, and there were hundreds of scars on her body alone.

The soldiers under his command had already taken turns.

The first batch of veterans who followed her to conquer the world now number less than a hundred people, and they have become the backbone of the army.

So Ma Ningyan's journey was not all smooth sailing, but she fought bloody battles and climbed her way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Even though she knew that the Xiyi clan was very powerful, she never thought of backing down.

Jiang Lin's behavior made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's not that I'm afraid, but I don't want to fight a meaningless battle." Jiang Lin said.

“But even if they get the magic weapon, they may not give up attacking us,” said Ma Ningyan.

"It is indeed possible, but since I dare to create magic weapons for them, I will naturally have ways to counter them. There is no need to worry."

Ma Ningyan was about to say something when Jiang Lin suddenly asked, "Have you ever thought about who you are fighting for now?"

"Is it still for the common people of the world to have enough food to eat?"

"Or have you fallen into the quagmire of fighting for world power?"

Ma Ningyan frowned. She believed that she had never given up her original intention and had always been trying to make the people live a good life.

"The Western Barbarians are a powerful enemy. If we fight them now, the people will not be able to live well."

“Once you lose, they’re probably going to be worse off than they were a few years ago.”

"Give yourself some time to recuperate and it won't be too late to fight again when you are ready."

"I heard that in that faraway place, there is a different scenery from here. Maybe you can go and take a look. Maybe after seeing it, you will have a different idea."

Jiang Lin's words made Ma Ningyan a little confused.

"The Farthest Place? How Far?"

Jiang Lin took off the long sword from his waist, drew a two-foot-wide circle on the ground, and tapped it with the tip of the sword.

"Here are the four states you currently control." Jiang Lin then scanned the entire hall and said, "The end of this hall is the Faraway Land."

Ma Ningyan was stunned. She knew that the world was big, but she had never thought it would be so big.

The four states under his control were two thousand miles apart from south to north and from west to east.

And this is just a circle in the hall?

If someone else said this, Ma Ningyan would not believe it.

But since these words came from Jiang Lin's mouth, she believed them.

Looking at the astonishment on Ma Ningyan's face, Jiang Lin couldn't help but recall the shock he felt when he first saw the giant map in the palace. He probably had the same expression.

"Someone once told me that only when you have seen faraway places will you know what you should really do."

"I don't have time to go that far, so when you go and see it, you can tell me what you see."

"By then, if you want to fight, I will prepare the necessary weapons for you."

Ma Ningyan's gaze wandered between the circle on the ground and Jiang Lin.

After a moment, she hung the long knife on her waist and said with a firm look: "Then I will go now."

There is nothing to prepare, it's like a spontaneous trip.

In addition to the personal guards, Gu An Ning also went with her.

Four years later, the boy has grown into a young and handsome man.

After they left, Jiang Lin was not idle either.

Half of the time was used to create the Xuanchi magic sand, and the other half was used to create the magic bow for the Xiyi.

Since he was making weapons for future enemies, Jiang Lin naturally wouldn't put too much effort into it.

He did not use strange wood for the bow body, but instead used a very strong and tough material.

Through continuous hammering and incorporating the same materials, it took a full half year to create the first divine bow.

When this divine bow was born, the sky and the earth changed color and strange phenomena appeared one after another.

Rays of golden light shone from the bow, shining brightly.

The magic weapon was spiritual. It sensed Jiang Lin's cultivation level, and even more so the aura of the gold essence and fire essence combined in his body.

This is the key for a blacksmith to create magical weapons.

Otherwise, no matter how good the materials are or how advanced the skills are, it is impossible to create a magic weapon.

[Excellent quality longbow, flexibility +19783, can transform heaven and earth energy into arrows, total 107 defects]

In Jiang Lin's field of vision, a large black spot gathered in the middle of the bow.

This is the only weapon he has made that has defects, and it has as many as 107 defects.

Most importantly, this is a magical weapon.

The reason why Jiang Lin was willing to forge a magic bow for Xiyi was because he could choose to retain the defects.

Once facing the enemy, if you hit the defective part, the bow will break and become waste.

Knowing that the Western Barbarians were destined to be enemies, how could Jiang Lin not use some tricks?

But in the eyes of others, this is still a rare divine bow in the world.

The envoy from Western Yi came again, and when he held the magic bow in his hands, his face was full of joy.

"Good bow!"

When the bowstring was pulled, a golden arrow of light appeared on the bowstring automatically as the movement progressed.

With one arrow shot, deep furrows were plowed tens of thousands meters ahead.

“It’s really a divine bow!”

The Western Yi envoy happily took the magic bow and left a message.

"There are twelve swords left. Finish them as soon as possible, and the clan leader will consider forming an alliance with you."

That being said, even a fool could see that the Western Yi had no real intention of forming an alliance.

Their people continued to expand their territory during this period, and all the forces that came into conflict with them were destroyed.

Once they have the thirteen divine bows, they will only go further and will never restrain themselves.

Trying to get the skin of a tiger is like waiting to die.

Those who hold high positions in the four states could not understand Jiang Lin's behavior.

They felt that Jiang Lin was courting his own destruction.

Not only will I die, but I will also implicate them.

If there weren't millions of soldiers still here and if they still had great respect for Jiang Lin, they might have launched an attack long ago.

Privately, these civil servants made all kinds of accusations against Jiang Lin, and were even ready to "report" Jiang Lin for aiding the enemy as soon as Ma Ningyan returned.

Jiang Lin was well aware of the little actions of these idiots, but he ignored them.

He still does what he thinks he should do, without having to argue with anyone.

As for those people... I can only say that they wanted to die.

A few months later, Ma Ningyan came back.

It was raining heavily outside and Ma Ningyan walked into the blacksmith shop.

She didn't use any strength to protect herself, and let the rain soak her body, even her hair was messy and stuck to her face.

Jiang Lin looked at her and she looked at Jiang Lin too.

It was not until a long time later that Jiang Lin took the lead and asked, "Did you see it?"

"I saw it."

Ma Ningyan's tone was heavy, and her expression was obscured by her messy hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

"What did you see?" Jiang Lin asked.

Ma Ningyan did not answer immediately. Instead, after a full quarter of an hour, she suddenly took a deep breath.

It seems that during the period of time just now, I was absent-mindedly thinking about other things.

"Ants."

Jiang Lin has heard this word from more than one person.

He became more and more curious about what was in that faraway place.

But Ma Ningyan thought he already knew it, and did not intend to explain it clearly, but said: "I want to fight."

"Not only will we fight against the Western Barbarians, we will also conquer more places and establish an extremely powerful dynasty!"

"Grandpa Hong, I need you to help me. Use all your means to help me!"

"I will kill anyone who stops me!"

She had never been like this before, not discussing, not consulting, but confirming, or even demanding.

To put it more seriously, it is an order.

After being away for a few months, she had changed a lot.

It was a huge shock to travel to a very far place.

Jiang Lin really wanted to ask clearly what exactly you saw.

But in the messy hair, he saw a hint of coldness in Ma Ningyan's eyes.

Jiang Lin fell silent. After a while, he nodded and said, "I will try my best to meet your needs."

"It's not about trying your best, but making sure!"

Jiang Lin was silent again, and after a moment he said, "Sure."

Ma Ningyan turned and walked out of the blacksmith shop. The wind on the rainy night whistled in and out.

Soon, there was the sound of armor colliding.

Those leading generals hurried over and headed quickly towards the meeting hall.

Watching one figure after another running past, Jiang Lin turned his head and looked towards the direction of southern Xinjiang.

The questions from four hundred years later were brought back to four hundred years ago.

He still didn't get an answer.

But what Daqian wants to do seems to remain unchanged.

(End of this chapter)