Chapter 940: Chapter 640: True Spirit, Illusion and Reality, Emergence of the Divine Weapon! (6k)_4

Everyone relies on the Yang Family to make a living, don’t offend the god of wealth over a quick word.

"Understood, understood! Thank you, Brother Zou, for the advice!"

The fruit farmer, pushing a cart of seasonal fruit, looked grateful.

The figure referred to as "Brother Zou" nodded, adjusted his rain hat, and said no more.

Beneath his expression, there was a mixture of envy and trepidation.

"Martial Arts Grandmaster..."

Truly impressive.

...

Boom!

Meng Chuan’s short hair, like steel needles, was covered with crackling lightning, resembling a silver snake dancing wildly. The Thunder Pool around him clashed with the air, emitting a piercing sound.

As he descended step by step from the clouds to the ground, the magnificent thunder finally subsided.

The strong wind made the new sprouts tremble, and raindrops rolled down from above. Yang Yuelian held her hair in place with deft hands and stood a little further away.

Yang Yuelian’s beautiful eyes flickered, and Yang Zhaoxing was dumbfounded, both awed by his heroic and invincible posture.

The accumulated rainwater poured down from the eaves, the "pitter-patter" sound breaking the silence.

Meng Chuan scratched his head, retracting his imposing aura, looking somewhat embarrassed.

It wasn’t intentional to show off, but to maintain the qi flow of "flight." The Thunder Pool couldn’t be dismissed...

Only upon landing could he retract his extraordinary abilities.

Yang Zhaoxing, after all, was a Martial Arts Grandmaster, quickly shifting his focus from the stormy sky above, he smiled and said:

"My dear nephew, how is it?"

In his heart, he was certain that Meng Chuan would be satisfied.

Meng Chuan grasped the long handle with one hand, his heart concentrating. The halberd dissipated like particles, slowly returning to his inner sanctum for nurturing.

With his hand freed, he cupped his hands in gratitude:

"Uncle Yang has expertly forged this Divine Weapon halberd. Its might is formidable, I am too satisfied!"

Meng Chuan had nothing much to say, just five big words.

Truly damn awesome!

Such a fierce weapon, outside of real combat, he only dared to swing it in the air, not daring to spar with others.

A single swing of this halberd, if it hit, might crush both person and weapon into a pile of mush!

To speak frankly, back in Shaolin facing Long Xiang, had he this halberd in hand, even if he couldn’t defeat Long Xiang’s immense Divine Power and True Gang, the opponent wouldn’t dare underestimate him.

Wherever it lands, there it’d have to split things apart for me!

In future martial exhibitions, he would surely avenge and settle his scores!

Yang Zhaoxing didn’t know what Meng Chuan was thinking, but to have such a masterpiece forged by his own hands, he was internally pleased.

This fierce weapon under the hand of such a fine person, he was even more satisfied!

Then, he came to his senses, went inside, and brought out a tube of platinum powder and a head-sized, jet-black irregularly shaped peculiar stone.

"I observe that your strength is still slightly lacking in meeting your expectations, recently when using it, apply this anti-slip ointment on the halberd handle to prevent it from slipping. With your natural physical talent, one tube will be more than enough."

Passing it to Meng Chuan, Yang Zhaoxing then pointed at the peculiar stone and said:

"This is not a whetstone, but a peculiar item called [Purification Rock]. To make the weapon sharper, it relies on nurturing with inner Geng Gold Qi. While the halberd head is indestructible, it’s difficult to prevent the corrupting Qi and fluids of the Demon Path.

Your blood stored in the halberd will react with these corrupt substances. Whenever there’s agitation, use it to wipe away the corruption.

This single piece is enough for at least a hundred uses. Should you need more, contact me. While Purification Rock is rare outside, it’s a by-product of mining, and my Yang family has no shortage!"

So thoughtful, Meng Chuan was momentarily at a loss for words of gratitude.

Yang Zhaoxing waved it off, keeping it in his heart was enough, no need for more words.

"Oh, by the way! Chuan’er, you haven’t named it yet, you can’t still be calling it [Ying Zhao], right?"

Yang Yuelian chimed in, smiling cheerfully.

"Chuan’er" was a nickname she learned from Xue Na while in Yong’an...

Lately, she’s been using it frequently, seeing as Meng Chuan didn’t react, she became even bolder.

Yang Zhaoxing glanced at his granddaughter and said nothing.

Meng Chuan also shook his head, whatever she liked...

But indeed, naming the halberd was necessary.

However, he was known as a poor namer, so he asked the two for any ideas.

The three walked and thought, Yang Zhaoxing and Yang Yuelian proposed a few names, but Meng Chuan wasn’t very satisfied.

Old Yang’s suggestions, like Five Elements Primal Chaos Halberd, Overlord’s Might Halberd, and Fang Tian’s Demon Slayer Halberd.

They sounded magnificent, but he couldn’t help but feel they were a bit too middle-schoolish...