Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Gu Sheng couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled out a silver note from his pouch and handed it over. The Blacksmith’s personality was as unique as ever. The axe was undoubtedly expensive, but Gu Sheng considered it worth every coin—armed with this axe, his combat abilities were bound to rise!

He hoisted the axe and left of his own accord.

Both shared an unpretentious approach.

The Blacksmith watched Gu Sheng’s retreating figure, a trace of contemplation flickering in her gaze:

”To easily heft a hundred-and-eight-pound axe, he must be at the Blood Refining Realm. Even if he isn’t, he must possess innate immense strength. He’s certainly capable.”

”But that has nothing to do with me—I’m just a weaponsmith, nothing more.”

She suppressed her stray thoughts and refocused on the metals before her. Those who saw her true form were generally long-time clients who’d built a certain level of rapport.

She wasn’t concerned about Gu Sheng harboring any ill intentions. After all, she was far from a defenseless, feeble woman.

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Gu Sheng exited the alley, the axe strapped to his back. Taller than a person by a full stretch, paired with his rugged, imposing visage, he exuded an aura of intimidation—none dared to provoke him.

”Another eighty silver gone. If I don’t start earning seriously, I won’t have any funds left for cultivating soon.”

He took a deep breath and headed out of the city.

He had already decided on his target among the wanted criminals. In these past months, aside from training, he had been steadily building up knowledge about the territory of Canghe County. For him, tracking down one of these criminals was no longer a significant challenge.

The sun sank in the western sky.

A burly figure stopped before the county court gates, an axe strapped to his back and a blood-dripping head held in his left hand. The sight made passersby tremble with fear.

The constables on duty exchanged glances, their hearts racing. Swiftly, they stepped forward to ask:

”Hero, may we ask if you’re here for the bounty hunter qualification?”

Gu Sheng’s voice rumbled:

”Indeed. This is the head—please verify it for me.”

With that, he tossed the dripping head over, letting it roll to the dusty ground, looking even more gruesome. The constables scrambled to pick it up, not daring to display any anger in the slightest. The burly man before them was clearly a dangerous figure—one not to be trifled with!