Chapter 22: The Birth of a Weapons Wholesaler

“Nine-Five Great Red Brick” is nine centimeters long, five centimeters wide, and serves as the original material required for construction.

Grade: Supreme Divine Artifact.

Function: With this brick in hand, the entire world bows to you. It ignores all defensive capabilities. A single strike to the head will cause a one-hundred-percent chance of one-minute dizziness, and continuous head strikes are possible, with other areas being ineffective.

Description: This is an impossible supreme divine artifact that violates the principle of equivalent forging.

At this moment, Lin Fan was so excited he didn’t know what to do. Although this artifact wasn’t particularly elegant or sophisticated, its functionality was incredibly powerful.

With just a single strike to the forehead, it could cause guaranteed dizziness for one minute. Moreover, it could continuously deliver head strikes without fail.

This meant that from now on, if any unlucky soul was struck on the head by himself, unless he chose to stop, they wouldn’t wake up.

Especially the special effect of ignoring defense, even if the most terrifying creature in the world appeared before him, as long as he managed to land a head strike, that opponent would be at his mercy.

Powerful! Extremely powerful!

So powerful that Lin Fan nearly wet himself.

Lin Fan was a person full of curiosity. Regarding the power of this brick, he had to personally experience it and see whether it truly lived up to its described ability to ignore defense.

His own defense was already abnormally strong. He wondered what it would feel like to strike his own head with the brick. Though such an act might seem a bit foolish, Lin Fan had to forcefully test it to get a clear understanding.

Without hesitation, Lin Fan took the Nine-Five Great Red Brick, gently tapped his forehead to adjust the position and strength, then gritted his teeth and struck his forehead with a loud “Bang!” using the supreme divine artifact.

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

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

Lin Fan’s last awareness was that this supreme divine artifact indeed lived up to its title—it was truly awesome.

…

One minute later.

Lin Fan woke up, touched his forehead, and found no pain or discomfort, exactly as the function description had stated. A single head strike immediately caused dizziness, without any hesitation.

“Strange… where is my divine artifact?” Lin Fan looked around for the Nine-Five Great Red Brick, but suddenly realized it had disappeared, which startled him. He was worried that the hard-earned divine artifact might be gone for good.

Just at that moment, Lin Fan sensed another brick quietly lying in his backpack, which relieved him greatly.

It turned out the Nine-Five Great Red Brick had automatically returned to the backpack. That was really a heart-stopping moment.

After the experiment, Lin Fan confirmed that the Nine-Five Great Red Brick would not cause any harm to a person, but a single strike to the head would definitely cause dizziness.

Lin Fan understood that for experts, one minute of dizziness was a significant window—within that minute, one could have died hundreds of times.

However, what troubled Lin Fan was that although the Nine-Five Great Red Brick was excellent, who would be foolish enough to stand still and let him strike? He realized he would need to think carefully about how to use it effectively.

Still, being able to forge a divine artifact from an ordinary brick made Lin Fan very satisfied. This was a case of explosive good luck, akin to killing a novice monster and getting a top-tier divine artifact as a drop. Did you understand what he meant by “good luck”?

Lin Fan was beaming with joy and full of energy. This exhilarating feeling was just too great.

Although he hadn’t slept all night, for Lin Fan, a hardworking young man, what difference did sleep make? Time was pressing, and he had to seize every minute and second.

Lin Fan now understood that the secondary profession of Artisan was essentially based on equivalent exchange. Forging transformed a pile of raw materials into finished products, which were superior to the original materials, and there was a certain probability of producing divine artifacts.

As for the exact probability, it didn’t need to be stated—it was definitely very low.

At this moment, Lin Fan rummaged through everything, checking what good things were in the room. Anything made of iron was confiscated by him.

After a while of busy work, Lin Fan gathered some scrap iron left in the room onto the table. It wasn’t much, but Lin Fan wanted to see what could be forged from it.

Then, without hesitation, Lin Fan threw all the materials into the furnace.

“Ding! Detected a small amount of forging materials. Three weapons can be forged. Please choose the type.”

“Knife, sword, axe, spiked club, dagger…”

Lin Fan looked at the list of types, which numbered in the hundreds, making his head spin. Fortunately, there was another option at the end: random production.

Without much hesitation, Lin Fan directly chose random production. After all, these weapons were meant to be sold to the outer sect disciples.

Lin Fan believed in his artisan level, which had now reached Artisan Patriarch. Perhaps he was even a master now.

Lin Fan didn’t look down on the outer sect artisans, but although they had rich knowledge, the weapons they forged were only slightly better than average for ordinary people.

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a low-grade longsword. Secondary profession experience +100.”

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a low-grade spiked club. Secondary profession experience +100.”

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a large saber. Secondary profession experience +100.”

Lin Fan was delighted. As expected, his artisan level was indeed at the Artisan Patriarch level. With just scrap metal, he could forge low-grade weapons. Wasn’t that impressive?

From what Lin Fan knew, the weapons used by the outer sect disciples were all forged by the outer sect artisans. The materials they selected were refined iron, several times better than the scrap metal Lin Fan used. Yet, the weapons they forged were still ungraded weapons.

To the outside world, these weapons forged by the artisans might be considered divine weapons, but on the path of cultivation, these weapons were practically trash.

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

At this moment, Lin Fan recalled that Senior Brother Yin Mochen used a longsword. Immediately, he grabbed the longsword and rushed to Senior Brother Yin’s residence.

“Bang, bang…”

“Senior Brother Yin, quickly open the door.”

Seeing Lin Fan at the door, Senior Brother Yin, who had just woken up, smiled and said, “Junior Brother Lin, you’re up very early today.”

In Senior Brother Yin’s view, this was the first time Lin Fan had woken up so early.

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

“There it is.” Yin Mochen didn’t know why Lin Fan was asking, but he truthfully replied.

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

After all, any weapon that had a grade was considered a treasure. Unless one had made contributions to the sect or provided their own materials, there was no way to obtain them.

“Junior Brother, what’s the rush?” Senior Brother Yin asked, puzzled.

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

“Clang…”

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

Lin Fan had just felt it—cutting through iron like mud. The feeling of cutting Senior Brother Yin’s sword was like chopping through a pile of dirt, with absolutely no resistance.

Senior Brother Yin, who had been puzzled before, was instantly stunned upon witnessing the scene.

At that moment, Lin Fan was delighted. “Senior Brother, this sword is for you. These scraps of metal are mine now.” Lin Fan threw the longsword he had forged to Senior Brother Yin, then grabbed the broken weapon in two pieces and hurriedly left.

Senior Brother Yin stared at Lin Fan, bewildered about why his junior’s sword was so impressive. After a closer look at the longsword Lin Fan had thrown to him, he was immediately astonished.

It was glowing with spiritual light—it was a low-grade longsword…

“Junior Brother…” Senior Brother Yin immediately realized the significance of such a valuable weapon, and how his junior might have given it to him.

But when Senior Brother Yin rushed outside to chase him, he saw his junior brother slam the door shut, and a voice came from inside the house.

“Senior Brother, don’t disturb me. I’m very busy right now.”