Chapter 528 - 294: Arriving Together
When Zhou Yunyang heard this, he didn’t ask any more questions and continued to pin down the requirements: "What about the category? A sword, spear, or something similar?"
"Hmm..." Su Chen pondered for a moment.
From his long experience as a Soldier Master, he knew its main physical enhancements were largely limited to three aspects: strength, speed, and defense.
On a more subtle level, it also manifested in things like conductivity for Elemental Power and various resistances, or the Concealment ability of the Metal Mask, but these effects were far weaker than the enhancements from the three main categories.
The crystal skull could also protect his Spirit Core, but now that his Spiritual Power was integrated into his own being, the skull could likely only serve to amplify it.
Aside from these more concrete aspects, it was difficult for the Soldier Master ability to imbue him with abstract concepts. For instance, a large part of a sword’s deadliness came from its inherent sharpness.
But a concept like "sharpness" could not be conferred upon him.
The Secret Artifacts he’d bonded with before becoming a Soldier Master could no longer be changed, but from now on, he was determined to maximize the enhancement effects.
After a moment of thought, he responded, "My preferred type of weapon doesn’t really matter. However, it would be best to get one that offers a significant boost to strength."
"A significant boost to strength..." Su Chen’s request was broad, but Zhou Yunyang was a Steward of the Artifact Hall, after all. He gave it a moment’s thought.
He fiddled with the terminal on his desk for a moment before projecting a virtual screen. Su Chen took one glance and was immediately captivated by the weapon displayed.
It was a colossal, crimson-purple warhammer. Next to it, a holographic human figure labeled "1.8 meters" only reached the end of the hammer’s handle.
The hammerhead was three to five times larger than the hologram’s head. A flow of dark red light coursed through the cracked, molten patterns on its surface. From the depths of these fissures, purple serpents of electricity would occasionally erupt, at times gathering into a web that shrouded the hammer’s core, and at others, bursting apart into fine filaments.
Zhou Yunyang began his introduction: "This is the Rushing Thunder, Mountain-Shattering Great Hammer. It’s a weapon forged from a molten earth core, supplemented with Thunder Marrow Essence, and further enhanced by a variety of engraved runes. It should be a perfect fit for you, sir. Besides this one..."
Before he could finish his introduction, Su Chen cut him off. "That’s the one."
The great hammer looked absolutely brutal.
Su Chen was quite satisfied. Zhou Yunyang might seem a bit flighty, but his professional expertise was definitely on point.
With just a few words, he had selected a suitable weapon for him.
’If this great hammer were enhanced to Tier Seven and then integrated into my body, I can’t imagine how powerful it would be.’
"I’m glad you’re satisfied." A smile bloomed on Zhou Yunyang’s face. "The hammer is still in the warehouse. I’ll retrieve it for you as quickly as possible. It should be delivered along with the materials you requested. I expect it will be no later than the day after tomorrow."
"Thank you for your trouble, Steward Zhou." Su Chen rose to his feet. Zhou Yunyang hastily escorted him out, watching until he was out of sight before turning around and heading back into the Artifact Hall.
"Steward Zhou, you’re so well-connected. That Su Xingzhong even requested your services personally," someone said in compliment, their eyes filled with envy. This old fox was truly impressive; not only was he on good terms with Su Chen, but he also had a great relationship with the Qin Family.
Not long ago, someone had even seen him having a cheerful conversation with Qin Tianlin.
"It’s all just for the good of the Sect." Zhou Yunyang waved his hands dismissively. As he walked up the stairs, his expression hardened, and he murmured inwardly, ’It’s incredible... What secrets is this Star Seed hiding?’
He couldn’t stop certain ideas from forming in his mind.
SLAP!
A slap echoed as he struck his own face, drawing startled glances from his colleagues. Zhou Yunyang paid them no mind, inwardly warning himself—
’Just do your job. Don’t you dare entertain a single thought you shouldn’t have!’
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「Balance Dao Hub. The top floor of the tallest metal skyscraper within the Royal Court’s local garrison.」
DING!
The elevator doors opened, and a group of people stepped out. The leader was a man of imposing stature, a full two meters tall with arms thicker than an average person’s waist, radiating an overwhelming, ferocious aura.
Two people followed behind him. Neither was very old, but the one on the left was noticeably younger.
"Venerable Qi Heng." Han Xingliu, who had been waiting for some time, stepped forward to greet the leader, his gaze sweeping over the two people behind him.
Qi Heng nodded, his gaze fixed on the large metal door at the end of the corridor. "They’re all inside?"
"Yes," Han Xingliu nodded.
Qi Heng said flatly, "It seems I’m late."
He strode past, while the two people behind him stayed where they were.
Qi Heng pushed open the large metal door. Four people—three men and a woman, each with a unique aura—were already seated around the central circular table. They seemed to have sensed his arrival, as their eyes were fixed on the entrance.
"I was delayed on the way. My apologies for being late, everyone," Qi Heng said, then looked to the side of the table. A withered old man was lying there on a floating metal chair.
His white hair fell to his chest, and his body was shriveled beyond recognition, making him appear no taller than 1.5 meters. His breathing was as faint as a gossamer thread.
He bowed slightly and called out, "Profound Turtle King."
"Mm." The Profound Turtle King nodded but said nothing more.
Only then did Qi Heng take a seat and ask, "Where were we?"
The Peng King, who was sitting in the host’s seat, glanced at him and said, "We are here because of Qin Yun. But we need to agree on a course of action—specifically, how far to go and how much pressure to apply."
"This matter is not so simple," a person at the side spoke up. It was a graceful, magnificently dressed woman, her dark brows furrowed slightly. "What if Qin Yun genuinely knows nothing? If we force her hand like this, what outcome are we hoping for?"
"Li Qingyi," the middle-aged man on the opposite side sneered. "Your Profound Celestial Sect has always been on good terms with the Bronze Sect, so it’s understandable you don’t want things to get too ugly. But search your heart and ask yourself: is it really possible that Qin Yun knows absolutely nothing?"
"Since he emerged, none of us have laid eyes on him. Everything we’ve heard is just the Bronze Sect’s narrative. We know nothing about the actual situation."