Chapter 22: The Birth of a Weapon Wholesaler

"Nine-Five Big Red Brick," nine centimeters long, five centimeters wide, its original purpose: a raw material needed for building houses.

Grade: Supreme Divine Artifact.

Function: With this brick in hand, I rule the world, ignoring all defensive capabilities. A brick to the head causes 100% dizziness for one minute, and can be continuously applied to the head; other parts are ineffective.

Note: This is a Supreme Divine Artifact that violates the principle of equivalent forging and could not possibly have been forged.

At this moment, Lin Fan was so excited he didn't know what to do. Although this divine artifact wasn't exactly high-class, its functionality was extremely powerful.

As long as he smacked someone on the forehead, it would cause 100% dizziness, and he could continuously hit them on the head with the brick.

This meant that from now on, if any unlucky person got hit on the head by him, unless he stopped, they would never wake up.

Especially the special effect of ignoring defenses. Even if the most terrifying person in the world came before him, as long as he hit them on the head with the brick, they would be at his mercy.

Powerful! Truly too powerful!

So powerful that Lin Fan almost peed himself.

Lin Fan was a very curious person. He had to personally experience the power of this brick and see if it really could ignore defenses as described.

His own defense was already exceptionally strong. He wondered what it would feel like to be hit on the head by himself. Although this move was a bit stupid, Lin Fan had to test it himself to be sure.

No sooner said than done. Lin Fan took the Nine-Five Big Red Brick, tapped it against his forehead to test the position and force, then gritted his teeth. With a bang, the Supreme Divine Artifact Nine-Five Big Red Brick struck his forehead.

At the moment the Nine-Five Big Red Brick touched his forehead,

Lin Fan seemed to hear some sound, then lost consciousness and fell to the ground with a thud.

And Lin Fan's last sensation was that this Supreme Divine Artifact truly lived up to its name—it was indeed awesome.

…

One minute later.

Lin Fan woke up, touched his forehead—no pain, no itch. Just as the function said, a brick to the head caused immediate dizziness without any hesitation.

"Eh... where's my divine artifact?" Lin Fan looked around for the Nine-Five Big Red Brick, but suddenly found it had disappeared. He was so startled he shuddered. Could the divine artifact he had worked so hard to get be gone?

Just then, Lin Fan sensed a brick lying quietly in his backpack, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

So the Nine-Five Big Red Brick had automatically returned to his bag. What a scare.

Lin Fan had now tested it: the Nine-Five Big Red Brick wouldn't cause any harm, but a hit to the head would definitely cause dizziness.

Lin Fan understood what one minute of dizziness meant for an expert—it meant they could have died hundreds of times within that minute.

However, what troubled Lin Fan was that although the Nine-Five Big Red Brick was good, who would be stupid enough to stand still and let him hit them? He would need to think about this.

But being able to forge a divine artifact from an ordinary brick already satisfied Lin Fan. This was a huge stroke of luck, like killing a newbie monster and dropping a top-tier divine artifact. Understand luck?

Lin Fan was cheerful and full of energy. This refreshing feeling was really great.

Although he hadn't slept all night, for a diligent kid like Lin Fan, what did sleep matter? Time was pressing now; he had to seize every moment.

Lin Fan now understood that the secondary profession of craftsman was basically equivalent exchange, except that forging would turn a pile of raw materials into finished products, which would be better, with a certain chance of producing divine artifacts.

As for the probability, there was no need to mention it; it was certainly very low.

Lin Fan now rummaged through boxes and cabinets to see what good stuff was in the room. Anything made of iron, he confiscated.

After bustling for a while, Lin Fan piled some leftover scrap iron on the table. It wasn't much, but he wanted to see what he could forge from it.

Then Lin Fan threw all the materials into the furnace.

"Ding, detected a small amount of forging materials. Can forge three weapons. Please select the type of forging."

"Sword, blade, axe, mace, dagger..."

Lin Fan looked at the types—there were at least hundreds, making his head spin. Fortunately, there was an option at the end: random production.

Lin Fan didn't hesitate too long and directly chose random production. After all, these weapons were meant to be sold to outer sect disciples.

Lin Fan believed in his craftsman level. He had already reached Craftsman Master, maybe he was even a grandmaster.

Lin Fan wasn't looking down on those outer sect craftsmen. Although they had rich knowledge, the weapons they forged were only slightly better than ordinary ones for common people.

"Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade longsword. Secondary profession experience +100."

"Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade mace. Secondary profession experience +100."

"Ding, congratulations on forging a large blade. Secondary profession experience +100."

Lin Fan was delighted. See, his craftsman level was at the Craftsman Master level. Even from these scrap metals, he could forge low-grade weapons. Wasn't that impressive?

As far as Lin Fan knew, the weapons used by outer sect disciples were forged by outer sect craftsmen using refined iron, which was several times better than the scrap he used. Yet those weapons were all ungraded.

For the imperial dynasties outside, the weapons forged by these craftsmen might be divine weapons, but on the path of cultivation, these weapons were basically trash.

To put it more broadly, all ungraded weapons were garbage.

At this moment, Lin Fan remembered that Senior Brother Yin Mochen used a longsword. He picked up the longsword and immediately ran to Senior Brother Yin's residence.

"Slap slap..."

"Senior Brother Yin, open up!"

Just then, Yin Mochen, who had just gotten up, saw that the person knocking was Lin Fan and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Lin, you're up very early today."

In Yin Mochen's view, this was the first time Junior Brother Lin had gotten up so early.

"Senior Brother Yin, where is your weapon?" Lin Fan asked.

"It's over there." Yin Mochen didn't know why Junior Brother Lin was asking, but he answered truthfully.

All outer sect disciples had to receive weapons from the outer sect craftsmen. Although they were ungraded, they were sufficient for outer sect disciples.

After all, any graded weapon was a treasure. There was no way to get one except by contributing to the sect or providing materials oneself.

"Junior Brother, what's the rush?" Yin Mochen asked curiously.

Lin Fan didn't answer. He quickly walked in, drew Senior Brother Yin's longsword, and clashed it against the longsword he had forged.

"Clang..."

The result was as Lin Fan had expected: Senior Brother Yin's longsword was instantly cut in two.

Lin Fan had just experienced it: the sword cut iron like mud, and cutting Senior Brother Yin's sword felt like cutting through mud—no resistance at all.

Senior Brother Yin, who had been puzzled, instantly knelt when he saw what happened.

At this moment, Lin Fan was delighted. "Senior Brother, this sword is for you. Give me your scrap metal." Lin Fan tossed the forged longsword to Senior Brother Yin, grabbed the broken weapon, and hurriedly left.

Yin Mochen stared blankly at Lin Fan. How could Junior Brother Lin's longsword be so awesome? Then he took a closer look at the longsword Lin Fan had thrown to him and was suddenly stunned.

Spiritual light flowed—this was a low-grade longsword...

"Junior Brother..." Yin Mochen immediately reacted. Such a precious weapon, could Junior Brother really give it to him?

But when Yin Mochen chased after him, he saw Junior Brother Lin slam the door shut, and a voice came from inside the room.

"Senior Brother, don't disturb me. I'm very busy now."