Feng Ling was quite satisfied with his condition today.
Actually, forging the Pig Slaughtering Knife was not too difficult for him now, but how could he continue to improve the quality of a weapon on the original basis?
Was it skill? Was it material? Or was it that mysterious, inexplicable stroke of luck?
The vast space of exploration and progress was what kept Feng Ling interested and motivated.
Feng Ling thought of the "ranked" weapon Chen Baisheng had mentioned.
Before this, he had forged weapons purely to improve his forging skills. He had never thought of classification of weapons.
However, in the inheritance of the Armament Workshop, weapons were indeed graded.
"There are millions of weapons in the world. 70% are ordinary iron, 20% are sharp blades, and a total of 10% of spiritual weapons and divine weapons. Divine weapons are invisible."
According to the classification in the ancient books of the Armament Workshop, there were four grades of weapons in the world: ordinary iron, sharp blades, spirit weapons, and divine weapons. However, divine weapons only existed in legends. Its existence had been passed them down by word of mouth, no one had ever really seen them.
Feng Ling's understanding of this was that divine weapons might really exist, but ordinary people would not be able to recognize them even if they saw them.
This was because the Armament Workshop's classification of weapons was consistent with the Equipment Strategy.
In the Equipment Strategy, divine weapons did exist.
The weapons that Feng Lingforged now were all at the level of sharp blades.
The Armament Workshop had actually lost the art of forging of spiritual weapons. There were only a few words left in the ancient books that proved that a certain ancestor had succeeded.
His master wanted to explore the path of forging a spirit weapon, so he kept trying to explore. In the end, he exhausted his energy, fainted and died.
Before his death, his master had said that unless one reached the extreme of a sharp blades weaponry, one should not attempt to forge a spiritual weapon.
Because that no longer belonged to the same level.
If he forcefully forged a spiritual weapon, he would only return empty-handed. In serious cases, he might even suffer a backlash.
Feng Ling was naturally obsessed with this, but he understood that if he wanted to figure out the forging method of the "spiritual weapon", he had to at least figure out what the spiritual weapon was and what level it had reached.
However, the "Equipment Strategy" did not reveal the forging method of spiritual weapon.
Feng Ling could only put it down to the fact that he had not reached the peak of sharp blades weaponry.
Feng Ling left the forging room. After washing up, he took the Pig Slaughtering Knife and rushed to the shop.
Not long after arriving at the shop, Chen Baisheng and the others arrived.
In addition to Chen Baisheng and Lin Pin, there was also a white-haired old man and a young man.
The old man was slightly stunned when he saw the Armament Workshop.
"This name …"
"What is it, Master Zhang?" Chen Baisheng asked.
"It is somewhat familiar, but I don't recall ever hearing the name of this place, the Armament Workshop."
"Heavy, solid, and majestic," the young man suddenly said. "If the person who inscribed it is a Forger, he must be a Master Forger or even a Grandmaster."
"Oh?" Chen Baisheng's eyes lit up, and his confidence in Feng Ling increased.
"Chief Chen." Feng Ling saw them too and went out to greet them.
"Haha, Little Friend Feng. Come, let me introduce you to everyone."
Chen Baisheng pointed at the old man and said, "This is the Master Forger of the Peaceful Spirit Bureau, Master Zhang Zhenguo."
"Master Zhang." Feng Ling cupped his hands. The title of Master Forger spoke volumes.
Chen Baisheng then pointed at the young man. "This is the Forger, Zhu Huo, Mr. Zhu. At the same time, he is also an Aspect Weapon Master with extraordinary taste."
Feng Ling was a little curious. He had seen the profession of the Aspect Weapon Master in the ancient books from the Armament Workshop, but he had never seen one in reality.
After all, Forgers were already rare in this era, so there were naturally very few Aspect Weapon Masters.
Zhu Huo smiled and nodded in greeting.
Lin Pin had seen him yesterday, so there was no need to introduce him again.
"Gentlemen, this is the owner of the Armament Workshop, Boss Feng Ling."
Today, Chen Baisheng spoke very cautiously because the two people present were real Forgers. Their attainments in Forging were very high, and they valued the way Forgers addressed each other.
If Feng Ling could really forge an entry-grade weapon, there was nothing wrong with calling him "Master Forger".
However, if Feng Ling did not reach this level, calling him "Master Feng" would only offend the two of them.
By the same token, this was why he addressed Zhu Huo as "Mr." instead of "Master Zhu."
They were all busy people. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they entered the house and cut to the chase.
"Gentlemen, before we begin, I'd like to ask a question." Feng Ling brought out tea and filled their glasses.
"Little friend, just say it," Chen Baisheng said curiously.
"I'd like to know do you mean when you mention that something is 'ranked.'"
"Huh?"
All three of them winced at that.
Zhang Zhenguo and Zhu Huo looked at Chen Baisheng with questions in their eyes.
You asked us to identify if this person is a Master Forger, but this person didn't even know his own standard for forging…
What the hell?
"Please don't misunderstand. I didn't make myself clear." Feng Ling waved his hand, indicating that the three of them should calm down.
"It's like this. I research and trial and error by myself, so I'm not very clear these levels you're talking about. Why don't the two of you take a look at the one in my hand first before deciding if there's a need to continue the conversation?"
Feng Ling took out a long wooden box.
Zhang Zhangguo and Zhu Huo looked at each other and finally looked at Chen Baisheng.
"Please take a look first." Chen Baisheng did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He really hadn't expected this from Feng Ling.
Now that he thought about it, Feng Ling had never mentioned that he was a Master Forger…
Could he have been careless this time?
However, Mystic-grade kitchenware could not be faked. Besides, Minister Duan had endorsed it yesterday.
Chen Baisheng took a deep breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts and stopped thinking too much about it.
The worst thing that could happened was that he had made a mistake.
Meanwhile, Zhu Huo had taken the wooden box.
The moment the wooden box was opened, Lin Pin reacted immediately. A dagger appeared in his hand without him moving.
It was the Ink Dagger.
They all looked at him, startled by his sudden movement.
Lin Pin knew that he had overreacted. He retracted from the black dagger and explained, "I'm sorry, I sensed a very strong murderous aura in the box just now."
Feng Ling smiled, took the wooden box again, and opened it. Then he turned to the men.
A Six-Faced Han Sword lay inside, emitting a cold aura.
"Good sword!" Two voices sounded at the same time, which were naturally from Zhang Zhanguo and Zhu Huo.
Feng Ling picked up his sword and brandished it. Rays of cold light flashed. it was breathtaking.
He replaced the sword in its case and pushed it forward. "Please."
Chen Baisheng looked at the two of them. "Master Zhang? Mr. Zhu?"
"Good, then I won't stand on ceremony." Zhang Zhangguo took out a handkerchief, grabbed the sword, and lifted it up.