Chapter Forty-Seven: The Millennium Spirit Herb!

"Master Qin, here are the weapons crafted according to your instructions."

"The Sky-Painting Halberd is two meters and twenty centimeters long, forged with rare and extraordinary minerals, weighing eight hundred jin."

"Two Thunderstrike Hammers, each two meters long and one meter wide, weighing two thousand jin apiece!"

Liu Qing pointed at the Sky-Painting Halberd and the two enormous hammers inside the room, introducing them to Qin Feng.

Wang Xiaoyun, Chen Yunyun, and Chen Hou stared in awe at the two weapons. The Thunderstrike Hammers, in particular, stood like twin boulders, utterly immovable.

With a roar, Qin Feng lifted both hammers. Their weight was formidable. He gave them a slight swing before setting them down with care. Each hammer, weighing two thousand jin, was heavy even for him, suited for charging into battle; with both hammers blocking the front, arrows would be rendered useless against him.

Yet, they were ill-suited for single combat. The combined weight of four thousand jin would slow his movements considerably. He wondered if the Xuanwu continent possessed storage rings; if so, he could store hundreds of Thunderstrike Hammers within, hurling them at his enemies.

"You all, leave now," Qin Feng commanded Liu Qing, Wang Xiaoyun, and Chen Yunyun, who exited the room. Qin Feng sat cross-legged, opened the plus sign in the sight of his right eye, and revealed his personal interface.

Name: Qin Feng
Realm: Transformative Force
Strength: Ten Thousand Jin (+)

Qin Feng looked at his personal interface, swiftly tapping the plus sign beside his strength.

+1
+1
+1
+1
Numbers continued to appear: +1, +1, +1, and the strength value quickly changed—10,001 jin, 10,002 jin...

"Is it reaching the limit?" When Qin Feng felt a faint pain in his body, he stopped tapping and gazed at the interface.

Name: Qin Feng
Realm: Transformative Force
Strength: Twelve Thousand Jin (+)

"Let's go, to the Xuanhai Martial Hall." Qin Feng grasped the Sky-Painting Halberd and strode out, leading Yan Chonghu, Shi Tie, Zhao Hu, Liu Qing, and more than four hundred others toward the Xuanhai Martial Hall.

...

"Surround the Xuanhai Martial Hall completely! Don’t let anyone escape!" Zhao Hong led over a hundred skilled men from the Li family, hurrying to the Xuanhai Martial Hall and encircling it.

Half an hour earlier, a Zhao family disciple had brought him a treasure—a millennium spiritual herb, considered a supreme treasure.

Zhao Hong was ecstatic. With the millennium spiritual herb, as soon as he reached the late Guardian realm, he could attempt to break through to the Commander realm. Though overjoyed, he did not lose his composure; he questioned the younger clansmen about how they acquired the herb.

Upon learning that the herb had been snatched from Chen Xuanhao, the master of the Xuanhai Martial Hall, who was still alive, Zhao Hong was alarmed. He understood its value, and if word spread that he possessed it, Guardians from all surrounding cities would come to seize it.

He quickly gathered his martial experts and rushed to the Xuanhai Martial Hall, determined to eliminate witnesses and wipe out the hall.

"Mr. Liu, please take Master and escape! I’ll hold them off!" Inside the Xuanhai Martial Hall, Xuan Youming saw Zhao family martial artists charging from all sides, panic gripping him. He quickly spoke to Mr. Liu, sword in hand, positioning himself between Mr. Liu and the attackers.

"Escape?"
"You cannot escape!" Zhao Hong exuded authority, striding forward and proclaiming loudly.

"Let’s hope the news hasn’t leaked," Zhao Hong thought, relieved to see Chen Xuanhao unconscious. His coma meant the likelihood of the secret spreading was minimal.

"Mr. Liu, hurry and escape," Xuan Youming growled, sword in hand, charging at Zhao Hong.

"Audacious!" Zhao Hong sneered as Xuan Youming rushed him, smashing a fist onto his sword, sending Xuan Youming flying. His blade fell from his grasp, his arm twisted, bones broken, blood spraying into the air.

"Take them all away," Zhao Hong ordered. He did not intend to kill Chen Xuanhao outright; he wanted to interrogate him rigorously to ensure the secret hadn’t slipped.

"Stop!"
"This path is closed!"

Outside the Xuanhai Martial Hall, Qin Feng arrived with over five hundred strong men from the Weiyuan Escort Bureau, blocked from entering.

"Charge in!" Qin Feng’s brows furrowed in urgency; he waved his arm, and Yan Chonghu, wielding a long sword, and Shi Tie, wielding an iron staff, rushed forward.

"Kill!"
"Kill!"

The Weiyuan Escort Bureau’s heroes surged into the Xuanhai Martial Hall, weapons raised.

Boom!

Qin Feng strode inside, swinging the Sky-Painting Halberd and blasting aside the martial artists blocking his path. His immense strength and the eight-hundred-jin halberd crushed Zhao family martial artists into pulp.

Bang.
Bang.

Qin Feng was not skilled in halberd techniques; he simply smashed or swept with it, wielding it like a staff. As for why he chose the halberd’s form, it was simply because he found it more imposing and majestic than a staff.

"Master, Guardian Qin is leading the Xuanhai Martial Hall in an assault, our brothers are suffering heavy casualties," Zhao Fuming reported, his face filled with fear, rushing to Zhao Hong.

"What?"
"Why is Qin Feng here?"
"Could the secret have been exposed?" Zhao Hong was alarmed and hurried outside.

Arriving at the martial arena, he saw Qin Feng slaughtering Zhao family disciples with the Sky-Painting Halberd.

"Stop!" Zhao Hong hurled a massive drum at Qin Feng and strode toward him, shouting.

"Guardian Qin, why are you slaughtering my men without cause?" Zhao Hong glared at the scores of dead Zhao martial artists, his face dark with rage, voice filled with murderous intent.

"Hmph! You surrounded the Xuanhai Martial Hall precisely to draw me out, didn’t you? And those lurking cowards, I am here—why don’t you show yourselves?" Qin Feng’s expression was cold and severe, scanning the surroundings and shouting.

The City Lord’s Mansion and the Zhao family had colluded, and Qin Feng was certain there were more hidden forces, a web of traps all around.

"Guardian Qin, could there be a misunderstanding? I came to destroy the Xuanhai Martial Hall because Chen Xuanhao killed Zhao family disciples!" Zhao Hong eyed Qin Feng suspiciously, not understanding his words, quickly explaining.

"Have I misunderstood?" With no movement around, Qin Feng glanced at Zhao Hong in confusion.

"Guardian Qin, I am here only to eliminate the Xuanhai Martial Hall; I bear you no ill will," Zhao Hong said, wary of Qin Feng’s strength, which was not inferior to his own and possibly at the late Grandmaster stage. For now, he dared not make an enemy of Qin Feng.

"Once I reach the late Guardian realm, consume the millennium spiritual herb, and break through to the Commander realm, I will personally kill you to avenge the Zhao disciples you have slain," Zhao Hong spoke softly, but his heart burned with murderous hatred for Qin Feng.

"No, you must not touch the Xuanhai Martial Hall!" Qin Feng, not fully trusting Zhao Hong, declared firmly upon hearing Zhao Hong’s intent to destroy the hall.