Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 52 Liver and Gallbladder

Huang Shujian picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and shook his head.

He didn't speak immediately, his gaze fixed on the night outside the window, a complex emotion flickering in the depths of his eyes.

Ding San Ding Si.

Abandoned by his parents when he was young, he was taken in by an old beggar and grew up amidst hardship and bullying...

This experience is remarkably similar to that of the baby monster brothers.

However, the paths they chose were completely different.

In fact, it was their atrocities that became the final straw that broke the camel's back for the baby monster brothers, indirectly leading to the birth of the twisted monster that followed.

He became a gang leader who wreaked havoc in the area and whose mentality was twisted.

He became a deformed monster, utterly twisted by suffering and ultimately transformed into an evil demon.

Life is unpredictable, and fate can be cruel.

"You don't need to interfere in this matter," Huang Shujian said calmly, withdrawing his gaze. "I'll go myself."

Hu Wan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed, "Yes, sir, I understand."

He dared not ask any more questions. Since the young master had decided to take matters into his own hands, he must have his reasons.

Huang Shujian put down his teacup and asked, "How's the weapon forging going with Zhao Fumin?"

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A specially designated corner inside the Huang family's arsenal.

This place has been transformed into a small, fully equipped blacksmith workshop.

Unlike the noisy workshops outside, this place still retains the traditional forging furnaces and anvils, but it has also introduced new tools such as electric blowers and small hydraulic hammers provided by the arsenal.

The workshop was bustling with heat, and the furnace was burning brightly.

The rhythmic clanging of blacksmithing echoed through the air.

Zhao Fumin, shirtless, revealing his lean yet muscular upper body, with beads of sweat on his bronze skin, was intently watching a piece of red-hot metal in the furnace.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around and saw Huang Shujian entering with Xiu'er and Zhao Ming. He quickly put down the iron pliers in his hand, wiped his sweat with a towel, and hurried to meet them.

"Young Master Huang! You've arrived!"

"Let's check on the progress." Huang Shujian's gaze swept over the various tools and semi-finished products in the workshop.

"Young Master, as per your request, the first blade is complete!" Zhao Fumin said with a hint of pride. "It's currently being tempered in the quenching pool, and I estimate it should be ready around this time."

Huang Shujian nodded: "Take me to see."

Zhao Fumin led Huang Shujian to the innermost part of the workshop.

The temperature here is significantly lower, and there is a rectangular stone trough about half a person's height placed there.

The stone trough did not contain clear water, but a viscous liquid that was turbid in color and emitted a pungent odor. Large chunks of ice and some unidentifiable medicinal herbs and minerals were also floating in it.

This is the quenching pool that Zhao Fumin mentioned, which combines ancient methods with some special formulas provided by the arsenal.

The liquid in the pool rippled slightly, and a slender black shadow could be vaguely seen, quietly sinking to the bottom.

Zhao Fumin picked up a specially made long-handled iron pliers from the side and was about to reach into the pool to grab the knife.

"No need."

Under the astonished gazes of Zhao Fumin, Xiuer, and Zhao Ming, Huang Shujian stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and then... directly plunged his right hand into the icy, bone-chilling liquid of the quenching pool!

The pool water was icy cold and had a strangely viscous feel.

He grasped the hilt of the knife from the dark figure at the bottom of the pool with perfect accuracy.

Upon handling it, you feel a bone-chilling cold, along with a heavy, substantial texture.

He suddenly pulled his wrist up!

"Splash—!"

The sound of liquid being broken rang out!

A dark, shadowy figure, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, was suddenly pulled from the pool by him!

In an instant!

An indescribable sharp chill, accompanied by the gleam of a black blade, instantly filled the entire workshop!

The light wasn't dazzling, but it inexplicably made people feel uneasy, as if looking at it for too long would cut their eyes.

Xiuer and Zhao Ming instinctively closed their eyes, but couldn't help opening them a crack to peek.

Zhao Fumin narrowed his eyes, his face showing excitement and relief.

Huang Shujian stood holding his knife, and with a slight flick of his wrist!

"Buzz—!"

The blade trembled, emitting a deep yet clear sound, like a sleeping beast being awakened and letting out its first low roar!

The viscous quenching fluid adhering to the blade was completely shaken off like mercury, splashing onto the surrounding stone slabs with a hissing sound.

This is a Tang Dynasty-style horizontal sword with a simple and elegant design and smooth lines.

The blade is about three feet two inches long and about one inch and two-tenths of an inch wide, with a beautiful curve.

The entire piece is a deep, dark black, not pure black, but a black with a faint, dull metallic luster, as if it were cold iron that had been aged for countless years.

The most striking feature is the pattern on the blade.

Those were not ordinary overlapping patterns left during forging, but rather complex textures layered upon layer, resembling both clouds and waves.

Upon closer inspection, the patterns subtly form the image of a crouching tiger poised to roar towards the sky, exuding a powerful and fierce beauty.

This is clearly a strange phenomenon that naturally formed after the hard, sharp fingernails of the monstrous infant were melted into it and then folded and forged countless times.

The spine of the blade is thick, but the edge is as thin as a cicada's wing. Under the glow of the furnace fire, there is no reflection, only a chilling dark gleam.

It is extremely heavy, far exceeding ordinary swords, but its center of gravity is perfect. Holding it in your hand, you don't feel burdened at all, but rather have a solid feeling of being able to use your own limbs.

"A fine knife!" A look of satisfaction flashed in Huang Shujian's eyes, and he couldn't help but praise it.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fumin's face lit up with a smile, and he quickly stepped forward to introduce, "Young Master has a good eye!"

"Besides incorporating the fingernails you gave me, I also obtained some high-quality tungsten steel and iron manganese from Manager Sun at the arsenal, and forged it repeatedly nine hundred and ninety-nine times! Only then did it achieve this quality!"

"The knife weighs eight pounds and four ounces, and its length and dimensions are exactly as you instructed!"

He rubbed his hands together and asked cautiously, "Young master... please name this precious sword!"

Huang Shujian ran his fingers over the cool, smooth blade, feeling its restrained sharpness and the faint roar of a tiger.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"Let's call it Liver and Gallbladder."

Zhao Fumin clapped his hands immediately: "Great name! 'Liver and Gallbladder Blade'! It matches the young master's spirit!"

He then took a scabbard that had been prepared beforehand from the side.

The scabbard is made of fine hardwood, covered with treated tiger skin, and reinforced with copper ornaments. Its exquisite craftsmanship complements the black blade perfectly.

Huang Shujian took the scabbard and slowly put his liver and gallbladder back into it.

"Clang—"

A soft hum, perfectly fitting together.

"How's the other knife coming along?" Huang Shujian asked.

He had previously given Zhao Fumin two blueprints, requesting that two different knives be made.

Zhao Fumin's face immediately showed some difficulty: "Young master, the other knife... has a special shape. I have been blacksmithing all my life, but I have never forged one myself."

These days, besides working on my liver and gallbladder, I spend the rest of my time studying blueprints with several veteran craftsmen at the arsenal, figuring out the materials and firing techniques.

"It's estimated that... it will be some time before we can start trial production."

Huang Shujian nodded.

"No rush, think it through carefully, and make sure it's perfect."

"If that sword is made, let's name it Kunlun."

I laugh as I brandish my sword towards the sky; whether I stay or go, my heart and soul remain steadfast.

Zhao Fumin quickly wrote it down: "Yes! I will do my utmost!"

Huang Shujian gestured to Zhao Ming beside him.

Zhao Ming understood and took out ten shiny silver dollars from her small cloth bag and handed them to Zhao Fumin.

"Here's a reward for you."

Zhao Fumin was stunned for a moment when he saw the silver dollar his daughter handed him. He then realized that it was Huang Shujian's reward and gift to him. He quickly accepted it with both hands and thanked him profusely.

Huang Shujian said no more, and left the workshop with Xiu'er.

Zhao Ming stayed behind and looked at her father.

She knew that the young master had intentionally given her and her father some time to talk.