It’s nothing more than some gold and silver, the Yang Family doesn’t lack that bit.

If the solid hard rod is kept, reforging it into the fourth grade would make it even heavier.

If Meng Chuan cannot handle it, replace it with the Spirit Wood Wax Rod, which is more flexible but limited in destructive power.

"Alright."

Meng Chuan laid Ying Zhao flat on his palm, hoisting it without a tremor in his arm, then tossed it upward a couple of times, still stable as a mountain, leaving Yang Zhaoxing stunned.

Such great strength...

Meng Chuan pressed his lips together; he felt it was still a bit too light.

But without being overconfident, he decided to try out a set of [Mad Demon Staff Technique].

"I’ll practice up in the sky so as not to damage the senior’s flowers and plants."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chuan’s figure leaped upwards, rising until he shone alongside the moon.

The silhouette of the polearm beneath the crescent moon filled Yang Yuelian’s eyes deeply...

...

The night breeze was slightly cool, gently blowing by.

With one arm gripping tightly, the heart thundered brightly, Qi Blood surged like tides and seas.

Meng Chuan’s Martial Arts Momentum bloomed, enveloping Ying Zhao from the middle grip to both ends, the whole imbued with a layer of domineering aura.

The dark patterns of lightning on the rod were triggered by thunder of the heart, flashing brilliantly.

The crescent and spearhead were stained with a bloody glow, full of killing intent.

Buzz!

At this moment, Ying Zhao seemed to become one with Meng Chuan.

His mind was in sync with Ying Zhao, and the flick of his wrist with the spear became much more agile than before.

But the weight was still solid, except Ying Zhao was cooperating with his force, making it more smooth.

[Golden Touch Finger: Level 3 (18%)]

In the art of weapon combat, he was not far from Unity of Man and Weapon.

Wielding Ying Zhao with mastery in his hands.

Stepping, exerting force.

A dark blue lightning burst from Meng Chuan’s hand.

The spear tip swallowed the blade as it dashed into the clouds, and in the moment of five fingers closing, he raised his arm to the left, the crescent blade slashing out with an exaggerated wave of air.

Releasing the middle of the palm grip, he used his shoulder to propel the spear to spin and fly out, spinning in mid-air, leaving countless afterimages, with a thunderstorm pouring forth as it rotated.

After a few breaths, Meng Chuan reached up to grasp it, flipping his wrist to retrieve Ying Zhao, and carried the crescent spear on his back.

"So handsome!"

After this entire sequence of movements, Yang Yuelian’s eyes were shining brightly.

Old Yang also wore a surprised expression; Meng Chuan’s effortless demeanor seemed as if using broken branches as guns and pulling grass as swords.

Besides...

He could see that Meng Chuan’s skills with long weapons did not fall behind his martial arts.

Although it resembled a staff technique, applying it to the spear was not inappropriate, though it appeared slightly soft.

"In the future, he could be taught the Yang Family’s Pear Blossom Spear Technique. With this kid’s extraordinary strength wielding a spear, he could probably still unleash a storm of pear blossoms.

That scene, tsk tsk...

In Yang Zhaoxing’s mind, the image of an unrivaled mighty general from the ancient battlefield appeared.

But the next second, he realized his worry was unnecessary.

Meng Chuan had no need to learn the Yang Family’s spear technique...

After warming up, the real "Mad Demon Spear Technique" began!

Stepping into the void with explosive stride, strength was born from emptiness.

Meng Chuan’s five fingers suddenly clenched, the spear rod bursting into a string of shrill buzzing in his palm.

The muscles on his right arm writhed like a dragon, suddenly swinging the spear with a horizontal slash, a ten-meter giant blade tearing through the air, shattering the hundred-zhang clouds violently.

Before residual waves faded, he spun and raised the spear tail, sweeping upward with a reverse slash, the crescent blade dragging a long lightning scar, yet the spear force was not exhausted.

"Boom!"

His left hand suddenly struck the middle of the spear rod, the entire large spear transformed into a spiraling thunderstorm piercing straight into the sky, instantly plummeting slash, before the spearhead arrived, a huge vacuum vortex had formed in the pond below.

Meng Chuan faced the falling spear head-on, crossing his arms to catch the spear rod’s descending moment. His whole body of muscles and bones burst with the sound of an iron forge, borrowing momentum to spin his waist and turn hips, his arms filled with boundless force, swinging out a full moon thunder arc, splitting the sky in half, the night sky abruptly bright as day...

"..."

Yang Zhaoxing’s face was stiff as iron; even after Meng Chuan had landed for a while, he still couldn’t utter a word.

He was stunned, completely stunned...

Such exquisite combat skills with weapons, he had rarely seen anyone in his life who could rival Meng Chuan.

Yang Yuelian also stood still, watching the familiar yet unfamiliar figure slowly approaching.

Meng Chuan carried Ying Zhao back; the usually ferocious crescent spear now seemed like a gentle little beast in his hand, showing no sign of its previous ferocity.

An ice-cold killing device visibly turning docile was simply astonishing...