The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 292 - 192 Black Boat Arrives at Ezhou_3

Chapter 292: Chapter 192 Black Boat Arrives at Ezhou_3

Li Yan waved his hand and, after confirming the location, led everyone into the city.

Shangjin City was not large, with a layout of one main street and nine alleys.

The thoroughfare connecting the town was also not large, no more than two hundred meters long, and less than four meters wide, paved with bluestones, with light rain flowing through the gaps.

Commercial establishments lined both sides, bustling with activity with old brick and wooden doors, moss-covered corners, a small place yet unusually prosperous.

Since the area was a major hub for Cao Yun, there were many inns in the city, mostly carriage inns for the hard laborers, with only one inn being somewhat upscale.

Even the best inn couldn’t compare to those in Chang’an, being merely a large courtyard house, but both upstairs and downstairs offered accommodations.

Li Yan and the others did not plan to stay long, casually booking four adjoining rooms on the second floor, instructing the staff to bring hot water, and grabbing some food and wine to eat hastily before preparing to rest.

They hadn’t stopped at Manchuan Pass, so here, they could finally get a good night’s sleep.

At this time, the rain outside grew heavier.

Li Yan opened the window, taking in the small city shrouded in mist and rain.

The sky had already begun to dim, the ancient city illuminated by dim candlelight, cooking smoke rising, while across the street, an elderly Tu Clan man squatted at the door of a general store, puffing clouds of smoke with a long pipe about four to five feet long, a scene of serene tranquility.

In contrast, from the distance came the noise of ship workers in carriage inns, drinking old rice wine, playing dice, laughing, their voices echoing throughout the street.

Li Yan didn’t mind, changed out of his wet clothes, then sat on the bed and picked up the Duan Chen Blade, stroking it with scrutiny.

He stored his thoughts momentarily, tracing the hilt with his fingers, and the Twelve Primordial Spirits ancient coins embedded on it sparkled with electricity, crackling and popping.

Li Yan couldn’t help but smile.

The old man on Hua Mountain was definitely a master smith.

This ability was incredibly useful, with the twelve Copper Coins currently storing Yin Thunder, and when clashing with an enemy, he could store his spirit to unleash it, using the power of Yin Thunder to shake their Divine Soul.

It was to be known that in weapon combat, victory or defeat lay in a moment.

To lose focus in a fight, even if the Yin Thunder couldn’t directly harm the opponent’s Divine Soul, was a deadly matter.

And as his Dao improved, the Thunder Technique would ultimately become stronger.

With a clang, Li Yan drew the precious blade, mimicking the old man’s gestures, formed a sword technique with his hand, and brushed gently across the blade.

Of course, the extremely subtle power, he couldn’t yet employ, naturally unable to wipe the blade to produce a dragon’s roar.

Yet the blade light magnified, the center of the sword blade being refined with copper from Shoushan, forming a dark yellow dragon pattern at the convex and concave parts.

It was to be known that the old man could not rely on the mechanical tools of previous generations to create such practical and exquisite designs, it was simply divine skill.

Of course, there was also the change in the knife’s form.

Li Yan held the knife and suddenly pointed forward, the blade extending like an arm.

No wonder the old man initially wanted to mold its bone and hand shape.

If his family heirloom blade merely felt familiar, then this sensation was as if it was made for him by nature.

However, with the change in the knife’s form, the Blade Technique also needed to adapt.

There was no avoiding the fact that he would need more grueling practice.

Additionally, a few spells from the "North Emperor’s Scripture" had already reached the threshold, but practicing them was extraordinarily troublesome, requiring special materials.

Once in Yichang, after saving the person, he’d find a place to settle, first mastering the spells, then honing the Blade Technique once more...

Pondering his future journey for a while, Li Yan felt rather weary; he simply stored his thoughts and meditated before lying down and falling into a deep sleep.

Unbeknownst to him, night gradually deepened, and outside, the sound of rain pattered down.

Dong dong dong!

As dawn approached, urgent beatings of drums and gongs broke the tranquility of the ancient city...