Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 284 - 192: The Stingiest Iron Rooster Who Won’t Pluck a Single Feather_2

Chapter 284: Chapter 192: The Stingiest Iron Rooster Who Won’t Pluck a Single Feather_2

"This must be the Magic Treasure given to you by Junior Master Zhao from the Shennong Sanctuary, called the Demon Burning Furnace. It is indeed very fitting for our Swordmaster Peak’s style of slaying demons and exorcising evil spirits."

"The quality is not bad, quite suitable for your current realm. You should still remember Wu Daoxu, whom you’ve crossed swords with before. Its quality is very close to his Radiant Bell, and may even surpass it."

"The furnace contains the One-Flavor True Fire; summoned at will and dismissed just as easily. Normally residing within the furnace, it never extinguishes. Such true fire is nothing like the bluffing tricks of fire spells, and once touched, it is difficult to put out."

"It is said that this true fire was left behind by an Immortal from the Upper Realm, and the alchemy techniques were likewise passed down by an Upper Immortal, while that true fire was but a stray spark that accidentally fell into the mortal world."

"Make good use of it. For at least the next three to five years, you might rely on this treasure."

He nods continuously.

Listening very seriously, although he has received many things here, with his experience, he naturally doesn’t know how to use them. However, very soon, Liu Xianzi’s gaze shifts to the last few items.

"Immortal Binding Rope, Shimmering Golden Rope, Flying Light Sword, Golden Soft Armor, really stingy... their face is quite thick..."

Her attitude suddenly changes.

With dissatisfaction written between her brows, Liu Tangxi’s character is exactly like this; when she encounters something she dislikes, she speaks it out directly. Jiang Feng seems to perceive his senior sister’s discontent over these last gifts and scratches his head.

"Sister, since these are gifts from others, let’s not be too critical."

These were items Jiang Feng had obtained from the Divine Weapon Forge, and he saw that the elder uncle was quite sincere and enthusiastic. Among the three, he was also the most eloquent, giving a rather good first impression.

But Liu Tangxi stands straight up from the bed, her dissatisfaction in her eyes growing even stronger.

"Do you know how many benefits Zhang Buren of the Divine Weapon Forge has taken from our master?"

He shakes his head blankly.

He truly doesn’t know.

"Originally, when our master was alive, he captured more than twenty pieces of high-quality Scarlet Stones. Since he couldn’t use them, he gave ten to him and the other ten to the current Peak Master of Chi Xiao Peak. With such materials, even a new apprentice to forging could produce fine weapons."

"If given to an Artifact Refining Master, crafting a treasure weapon would be effortless. Ten whole pieces, each worth a fortune, are sought after by many."

"And once, he was stuck at a bottleneck for dozens of years, making no progress. It was our master who personally took him out, subdued demons and exorcised ghosts together, and provided guidance. Although they called each other sworn brothers, the relationship was no different from that of master and pupil."

"He also learned the Twelve Swords from our master. Before learning these Twelve Swords, he was an unknown among the sect."

"After learning them, relying on the Twelve Swords, he rose from an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple, became personally taught, became Steward, then within ten years he became an Inner Sect Steward, and ultimately obtained a position as an elder."

"And this favor is repaid with these trifles?"

His mouth falls open.

No wonder when he first went to the weapon shop, the spirited uncle immediately pulled him and Su Yi to the backyard, observed his disciples’ refining, and poured tea for him.

Nowadays, it’s astonishing for an elder to pour tea for a junior. They were both flattered, and the elder brought out so much stuff.

There were ropes, locks, swords, and armor— a full set of equipment, almost making Mr. Jiang kneel and kowtow to this uncle, practically like a second set of parents!

But the result...

"Now do you think I was wrong?"

He immediately shakes his head.

Mainly, this is not just a matter of personal favor, but significant gifts together with gratitude for recognition. By rights, if our master was still here, it wouldn’t be too much to make a visit and kowtow on holidays.

Indeed a bit stingy.

"This pile of junk can only be used during Foundation Establishment, but with your cultivation speed, how long do you think you can use it? At most two years... No, in one year, you probably won’t need them anymore."

"The Flying Light Sword and the soft armor are of passable quality, but take a good look at these two items."

Swallowing his saliva, Jiang Feng naturally holds the longsword in his hand. The touch is icy, twenty-nine inches long, and he hadn’t looked closely during the conversation before. After putting it back into the Qiankun Bag, he hadn’t taken it out either.

It’s also at this time that he notices that this longsword seems... short?

Clang—

Drawing it out.

But as he draws it out, Jiang Feng’s expression becomes even stranger, almost astonished, because when he drew it, the longsword didn’t have any resistance, but twisted into an arc according to his movements, bending slowly.

It actually bent over ninety degrees!

"Is it a Soft Sword?"

Torn between laughter and tears.

Having followed behind his senior sister for so long and having studied for a considerable period, he knows that a soft sword isn’t suitable for men, because soft swords rely more on sword skills and Sword Heart.

And in combat, most rely on frequent stabs rather than killing in one hit, but men generally have abundant strength and solid vitality, so instead of gradually wearing down an opponent, it’s better to overpower them in one decisive move.

In layman’s terms.

This is a weapon prepared for girls, and with this length and size, according to Jiang, it’s not even one meter long. The quality is good, but he can’t use it at all.

No wonder his sister is so angry.

Looking at the last item, he holds the exquisitely made soft armor in his hand, rubbing it delicately with his fingertips, finding the material to be of superior quality and highly elastic. The armor is entirely made of gold thread, and if worn, it’s both stylish and practical.

At first glance, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong.