Chapter 225 - The News of the Blacksmith
“Ding... Skill Acquired: Nameless Fist Technique, +3 skill points, +3 experience points!”
Nameless Fist Technique Level 1 (0/1): Blend various moves to create your own unique style!
The system's alert chimed, filling Jiang Hao with elation.
“Grandpa truly is a prodigy in cultivation! His self-developed fist manual has even gained the system's recognition!”
In that moment, Jiang Hao felt a profound respect for the Old Master.
“System, upgrade the fist technique to level 3!”
“Affirmative, host!”
“Ding... Nameless Fist Technique successfully upgraded!”
Nameless Fist Technique Level 3 (0/100): Blend various moves to create your own unique style!
As the fist technique leveled up, a surge of Qi emerged within Jiang Hao, coursing through his body before finally converging in his dantian and integrating with his being.
Having mastered the fist technique, Jiang Hao practiced his punches in the warehouse to adjust to his surge in power.
After some time, he left the warehouse and drove back home.
Upon his arrival, Fourth Aunt had the meal ready, and the family had been waiting for him.
Post-dinner, Jiang Hao and the Old Master took a stroll.
“Grandpa, did our village ever have a blacksmith skilled in forging?”
He had upgraded Lee's Flying Knife to level three, yet he still lacked a weapon of his own.
To ease the Old Master's mind, Jiang Hao quickly reassured him.
“Grandpa, rest easy. I've grown up and I know right from wrong.
I wouldn't dream of doing anything illegal!”
“I'm just short on practice throwing knives. Plus, my master gave me nine special iron blocks, and that got me thinking about crafting some throwing knives!”
Jiang Hao's reassurance seemed to have an effect.
The Old Master pondered for a moment before responding.
“We used to have a blacksmith in our village, renowned for his excellent work. People from around here would come to him for their farming tools.
But after a dispute where his tendons were severed, I'm afraid he won't be able to assist you.”
Jiang Hao felt a flicker of recognition.
“Grandpa, are you talking about Uncle De Biao?”
It was then that Jiang Hao remembered what he had heard from others.
Uncle De Biao, full name Jiang De Biao, was in his forties and still a bachelor.
His trembling hands, unable to grip firmly due to his severed tendons, had cost him much.
Jiang Hao hadn't realized his uncle's storied past.
The Old Master nodded, and Jiang Hao's spirits lifted.
“Grandpa, don't worry. Remember, I'm skilled in medicine!
While tendon injuries might stump others, for me, they're a minor challenge!”