From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Based on this, she can put her own personal grudges aside.

After exercising his muscles and bones that day, Zhao Yu suddenly found that he seemed to have grown a little taller.

After this discovery, Zhao Yu's resistance to practicing martial arts disappeared completely. He became extremely diligent and even practiced internal skills instead of sleeping at night.

Shen Qing just thought that she finally realized the importance of strength and felt slightly relieved.

In more than half a month, more than three hundred taels of silver were spent, and Shen Qing's cultivation was successfully pushed into the third level of the acquired realm, and he was not far from the fourth level of the acquired realm.

If we only talk about the power of her internal force, it has even surpassed the time when she had just absorbed Zhao Nuo's internal force.

Even though the meridians have been expanded, the speed is still extremely astonishing.

The previous incarnation's talent for martial arts was unmatched by ordinary people, as can be seen from his terrifying memory.

It’s a pity that under Shen Lie’s wings, she lost the opportunity to soar into the sky.

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While practicing his internal skills, Shen Qing did not forget to hone his martial arts. When practicing swordsmanship, weapons are naturally indispensable.

There are many martial arts sects in Qianzhou, and the thing they have the most is blacksmith shops.

Among Daxia's famous forging masters today, eight out of ten are in Qianzhou, and the remaining one or two are gathered in the imperial capital.

South of Changling City.

Looking at the large shed with black smoke billowing out in front of him, Shen Qing was a little surprised for a moment.

At a glance, there were at least twenty blacksmiths forging weapons, and it was a huge scene.

A strong man with his upper body naked, sweating all over, walked around the many forging furnaces, giving instructions from time to time.

When he looked up, he found Shen Qing standing not far away, and immediately took two quick steps and walked out of the shed.

"What does this heroine do for you?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 15 Suppressing Bandits

Most people who practice martial arts have sharp intuition, and they can easily detect from Shen Qing's long breathing that she has internal strength.

Shen Qing looked at the shirtless muscular man in front of him, his eyes flashing slightly.

This person is by no means an ordinary person. He has a clear mind, a light body and abundant blood.

With Shen Qing's current hearing ability, he can vaguely hear the sound of blood flowing beneath his tendons and bones, like the gurgling of a stream.

This caster is at least a master with some innate skills.

"I want to make a horizontal sword." Shen Qing said.

"Okay, you can just draw a rough sketch and leave a deposit of one or two taels."

Hearing this, the man smiled and nodded, fetched a pen and paper, and then said, "The shop is short of staff right now, so you may have to wait a few more days."

"What happened? Why do we need so many weapons?"

Shen Qing looked at the many blacksmiths who were sweating profusely in the shed and felt a little confused.

These blacksmiths forged not only swords, but also spears, halberds, and even armor and arrowheads. It was as if they were preparing for war.

"Captain Song cares about the people and wants to go out of the city to suppress the bandits. He has placed a large order with us to expand the city's army by 1,000 and fully equip these 3,000 armored soldiers within half a month."

After hearing the man's explanation, Shen Qing felt somewhat suspicious.

There are already two thousand armored soldiers in Changling City. With the addition of Song Ruilin, a master of innate perfection, even a martial arts master with innate perfection will have to suffer. What bandits cannot be wiped out?

If one is innately perfect and takes one step further, he will become a martial arts master. When one has cultivated to that level, there is no need for him to become a bandit or to found a sect. He can make a fortune just by recruiting disciples.

How much money can be earned by robbing and making things difficult for the poor people? Such masters simply don't care about such small profits.

Most of the bandits are acquired warriors, and innate warriors are rare. A little thought will tell you that suppressing bandits is definitely not Song Ruilin’s main purpose.

Thinking about what he had seen and heard on the road before, Shen Qing's mind was filled with thoughts.

The imperial court issued a secret decree to Song Ruilin? Will a war begin?

If the imperial court intends to take action against Qianzhou, then these commanders and generals stationed in Qianzhou will instantly turn into a sharp blade pointing at the throats of all martial arts sects.

There's going to be chaos...

After having a premonition, Shen Qing felt a sense of urgency.

Her current strength is too weak. Once the battle breaks out, it will surely be a horrific battle with blood and water. Without the strength of a congenital martial artist, it will be very difficult for her to protect herself.

While thinking, Shen Qing had already drawn a rough sketch of the horizontal sword in his hand. The blade was long and narrow, with a blade more than two feet long, a wide back and a thin blade. It was obvious at first glance that it was a weapon designed for slashing.

The foundry engineer took the sketch, glanced at it, and then looked up and asked:

"What grade of material do you want for this sword, lady? I have fine iron, wrought iron, and the best material is cold steel."

"How much silver?" Shen Qing touched her pocket, a little hesitant, as she didn't have much silver left.

"The sword doesn't require much material, so it's not too expensive. Fine iron costs three taels, wrought iron costs fifteen taels, and if you want to make it with cold steel, it will cost fifty taels of silver, and you need to pay a ten tael deposit in advance."

After that, the foundry master continued to assure:

"If a sword made of cold steel is damaged in a battle between a post-natal warrior and the opponent doesn't hold the divine iron, you can come back to me at any time. I will return the money in full and help you forge a new sword."

His words were full of confidence and full of conviction.

A sword made of cold steel can bear at least ten thousand pounds of force. A post-natal warrior cannot cause any damage to it unless the weapon in his hand is made of magic iron.

However, weapons made of divine iron are hard to come by even for masters, let alone for acquired warriors. The probability of such a thing happening is too small.

"Use cold steel." Shen Qing did not hesitate too much.

No matter how tight the financial situation is, she will not save money that should be spent.

Weapons are life-saving tools. If your weapons are cut off at will when you are fighting with others, it would be a disaster.

Shen Qing knew clearly what was more important, and immediately took out ten taels of silver and handed it over.

"Come and get the knife in seven days."

The sturdy man's face was filled with smiles. Fifty taels of silver was no small business.

Helping Song Ruilin to make weapons and armor, he couldn't make much profit due to the face of the Great Xia court. Taking into account the manpower, he might even suffer a loss.

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Seven days passed in a flash.

After practicing hard day and night, Shen Qing's cultivation finally returned to the fourth level of the acquired realm.

With the support of her inner strength, she can now deliver nearly a thousand kilograms of force with one palm strike. Moreover, her inner strength is so strong that she is not afraid of a long battle, and she is qualified to be a sergeant in the army.

What surprised Shen Qing was Zhao Yu. At her age, her body had not yet fully grown, so her cultivation speed should not be too fast. However, in such a short period of time, she still entered the second level of the acquired realm.

She practiced martial arts too hard. Except for meal times, she basically practiced all the time. Her perseverance was quite amazing.

Practicing martial arts is extremely boring, and it is very difficult for ordinary people to be willing to spend half of their time practicing internal skills.

In Shen Qing's opinion, Zhao Yu's calmness is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

If time wasn't too tight, Shen Qing wouldn't have forced himself to practice so hard.

The seven-day period has arrived, and Shen Qing rushed to the foundry as promised.

As soon as he arrived at the shed, Shen Qing saw a familiar figure.

The young man who had shot her before was now following a middle-aged man in armor.

The middle-aged man was nearly forty years old, wearing a black armor, his face already showing traces of time, his figure was steady, he had a murderous aura, and a serious expression.

There were piles of weapons and armor in front of the middle-aged man, some of which had not yet had their fire marks removed, having just come out of the forge.

"Captain Song, this is already the fastest speed."

The foundry engineer who had talked with Shen Qing the day before was accompanying him, looking a little helpless.

Except for Song Ruilin, there is no one else who can be called a captain in Changling City.

"I'll give you another ten days. After ten days, the remaining three hundred spears and five hundred swords must all be delivered."

Song Ruilin said in a deep voice: "This is the final deadline. If you fail to meet it within the deadline, I will punish you for delaying military affairs."

"Captain Song! This..."

The foundry master's face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a young man beside him:

"You have delayed military duties, which is already a pardon from my uncle. To put it bluntly, it is not too much to punish you for disobeying my order this time."

"Be careful with your words!" Song Ruilin frowned and scolded.

Hearing this, the foundry master turned pale and dared not speak again.

It was not until Song Ruilin left that Shen Qing arrived in front of the shed.

"The guests are here."

Seeing her coming, the foundry master wiped his face, put on a smile, walked quickly out of the shed, and took out a wooden box.

In the wooden box, there was a silver sword lying horizontally. There were not many decorations on the scabbard and it looked inconspicuous.

"See if it suits your taste."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 16 Background

Shen Qing took out the sword from the box and drew it out of its sheath.

The long sword weighed slightly in his hand, at least ten pounds. This weight was just right for Shen Qing's current level of cultivation.