Limitless Cultivation: I Can Master Every Profession!

Chapter 16: The Client

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Zhu Rong woke up early the next morning to do some exercises before heading to the Old Iron Shop.

His arm was still sore from the effort he'd made the day before, but there was nothing he could do about it other than be patient as he trained.

His training session lasted an hour, and it consisted of various intensive exercises meant to work out every part of his body.

His main goal was to build a strong and resilient physique.

Right now, this was the most he could do, and the effects of these basic exercises wouldn't show for at least a few weeks.

And that was without considering his cultivation, once he finally dealt with his problem, he'd be able to speed up the process by a lot.

The speed of cultivation didn't only depend on a person's talent, but also on the techniques they used.

Over the course of his long life, he had accumulated several cultivation techniques, so he had no issue finding one suitable for himself.

In fact, he had already picked one in particular and was looking forward to starting it.

After finishing his training session, he took a quick shower and set off for the Old Iron Shop.

The city of Qiyan was already lively even in the early morning, many people were already up and opening their shops, while others were still asleep, hoping to get a few more hours of rest.

He made his way through the alleys, and after about fifteen minutes, he finally arrived at the forge, which was already open.

"Oh, you're here already? I see you're an early riser," said Han Tiezhang as he put away the blade he had just finished forging.

Zhu Rong stepped inside and greeted him, his eyes falling on the pile of neatly lined-up blades.

"Looks like you didn't waste any time. So, how was the mold?" he asked, guessing that Han Tiezhang probably hadn't even gone to bed, judging by the dark circles under his eyes.

He was a cultivator too, so he could endure a few days without sleep.

Sure, he wasn't at a level where it wouldn't affect his health, but unlike normal people, he could definitely handle a few extra sleepless nights.

"Hahaha, kid, I don't know who you got to carve that thing, but the mold works like a charm.

I basically forged all the remaining blades in just a few hours.

Now all that's left is the final finishing touches and we'll be done with the whole job," he said, laughing enthusiastically.

Han Tiezhang had been skeptical the entire time, and it was only after preparing the first batch of blades that he realized the enchanted mold actually worked.

He had personally inspected, down to the smallest detail, all four blades produced by the mold and was stunned to find they were flawless, as if an experienced blacksmith had spent hours working on each one by hand.

No imperfections, no weak points, excellent durability, he was impressed.

For a moment, he even wondered what grade of matrix the boy had gotten engraved on the mold.

In the end, driven by excitement, he lost himself in his work and before he knew it, the night had passed and morning arrived.

But he didn't care.

The job he had taken was too good to pass up, and now that he was close to completing it, he was thrilled.

"It's been a long time since our forge took on a commission this big, so it's a relief to see that we can finally pull it off.

The payment I'll get will be more than enough to keep the forge running for quite a while.

And it's all thanks to you.

Don't worry, since you're the one who got us the matrix for the mold, you'll get a share of the profits," he said, giving Zhu Rong a hearty slap on the back, which Zhu Rong, ready this time, dodged.

'At this rate this giant's gonna end up killing me,' he thought, seeing the force behind that slap.

He had expected to spend a few hours finishing up the blades, but since old Han had already gotten ahead of schedule,

all he and the others who would be arriving later had to do was sharpen them and attach the handles.

He picked up a blade from the pile and got to work.

Normally, after a blade was forged and cooled, it had to be ground down to remove minor imperfections on its surface.

But thanks to the mold, all of that had been skipped, the blade body was already perfect, and all that was left was sharpening the edges.

It might not seem like a difficult task, but sharpening was considered extremely important, so much so that some blacksmiths specialized in it,

because it directly affected the lethality of the weapon.

Han Tiezhang, seeing Zhu Rong start sharpening a blade, decided to watch and see how he handled it.

He wouldn't have been surprised if the kid didn't manage to do it well; after all, it too required a good technique, and it was something that came with experience.

He wondered how he would fare with it, but after just a few minutes, his expression had already shifted to one of surprise as he watched how Zhu Rong was working quickly and precisely at grinding the blade's edges.

'Holly cat, did he start forging in his mother's womb or what?'

Once again, he was shocked by this new hire.

He'd been here for less than a day and had already brought him several surprises.

He realized that the boy had good talent, and thought that a small forge like this probably wouldn't be able to keep him for long.

Half an hour passed, and Zhu Rong was already onto his next blade.

With his current abilities, he could sharpen a blade every twenty minutes or so, so he didn't waste time on unnecessary breaks and simply continued.

Little by little, the other workers began to arrive as well, and the workshop finally came to life with the sounds of people working inside.

Aside from Bao Dashi, there were two other people working there.

One was a man of average height, with slightly dark skin.

His most distinctive feature was definitely his complete lack of hair ,

in fact, he had a perfectly smooth and polished head.

It stood out so much that Zhu Rong had often wondered in his past life whether it was natural or whether the man took time every day to polish it.

The other was a tall woman with a trained physique, though it did nothing to diminish her natural feminine charm.

She was Yue Lin, or Aunt Lin, to him and was Han Tiezhang's wife.

Although she, too, knew how to forge just like her husband, her main job was a different one.

She handled the forge's inventory as well as interacting with clients, taking orders, aand other related work.

Zhu Rong had spent a few years working here, and the familial atmosphere in this place was something his past self had only ever found once more in his long life.

In the end, after several hours of work, they finally managed to complete all the blades.

By now, it was afternoon and Zhu Rong was getting ready to leave.

Old Han paid him for the day, and since there was nothing else to do, he was preparing to go and pick up some of the materials he needed for medicine.

The rest of the materials he'd gather after receiving the money from the commission, which he would have to wait for until evening.

"Hm? Old Jin, you're going to deliver the batches by yourself?" he asked, noticing what the bald man was doing.

"Brat, I'm only thirty years old, stop calling me old," Jin Tao replied irritably.

Clearly, being called old bothered him, not that Zhu Rong cared.

"No, I'm just going to confirm things with the client. He'll send someone to pick up the weapons,"

he said as he finished packing them up.

They had all been carefully placed in wooden crates filled with hay, the perfect way to transport a large batch of weapons without damaging them.

But given the number, they managed to fill two crates, each at least seventy centimeters tall.

Needless to say, they weren't light in the slightest.

Zhu Rong nodded, then finally remembered something and asked:

"By the way, who's the client? A commission of this size couldn't have come from an ordinary person, right?" he asked curiously.

He was certain it was some noble or, at the very least, someone quite wealthy, judging by the price they'd offered.

A single low level spirit stone was worth a hundred gold coins, more than enough for a family to live comfortably for several years.

Not to mention, given the nature of the commission, the price was absurdly high.

Between labor and production materials, the total cost shouldn't have exceeded ten gold coins, yet this person was willing to pay a low-grade spirit stone.

There was no way it was someone ordinary.

"Oh, him? He's definitely not an ordinary person. The one who came to place the commission was a subordinate of the Yao family," he said, trying to recall a few more details.

'The Yao family… why would a family specialized in alchemy need a large batch of weapons?' he thought, a little taken aback.

But then, a long buried memory suddenly surfaced in his mind, and his eyes widened.

His expression darkened as he finally recalled an incident that had happened this very year in his past life.

The scale of the incident had been so great that two prestigious families suffered devastating blows, one of them even ceased to exist a few years after it.

And the main cause of it all… was none other than the Yao family.