Azure Heaven Saber

Chapter 78 - 78 66 Escape

?Chapter 78: Chapter 66: Escape! Chapter 78: Chapter 66: Escape! The knife that Feng Yin had drawn was vastly different from the usual knives seen in the market.

The sleek, elongated blade was visibly at least a foot longer than the regular knives. The usual waist knives were no more than two and a half to three feet long.

But the knife Feng Yin drew had a blade of about three and a half feet alone, which was even longer than the usual long swords. Coupled with the handle, it had to be at least four feet long.

If inserted into a scabbard, an ordinary person would almost certainly have difficulty drawing it out single-handed.

“Where the blade back and the back edge intersect, it should be thicker. Same goes for the junction between the cutting edge and the belly of the blade. The heaviest part of the Profound Iron should have more weight compared to other parts.”

Feng Yin pointed and explained the special points that needed emphasis.

The assistant looked helpless and kindly reminded him, “Master, a knife is not necessarily better the longer it is. Your knife… it seems a bit too long. Drawing it out of the scabbard might be a bit challenging…uhm…”

Feng Yin was visibly irritated and said, “I have my reasons.”

“Yes, yes, aside from length. This design would indeed be advantageous for hacking. Its lethality might be somewhat stronger than ordinary knives. But there’s a critical issue that can’t be avoided; with your allocation of materials, the inner components are unevenly distributed. In a serious fight, especially against heavy weapons, your knife may easily break.”

“Just forge it as I instructed.”

Feng Yin was fully aware of the drawbacks of such a design, but he was helpless. The little broken knife in his mind had exactly this shape, what could he do?

The assistant rolled his eyes. I’ve informed you, but if you insist on courting trouble, what can I do? Using a personal weapon for life and death struggles that is made from uneven materials is like playing with your own life. Yet Feng Yin insisted, what could the shop owner do? Good advice can never convince a doomed ghost.

“How much in total?”

“In total, it would be a courteous price of one thousand nine hundred and eighty taels.”

“Well, it’s not expensive…How long will it take?”

“Usually seven days, but if rushed, it could be ready by tomorrow afternoon. However, rushing the order would cost an extra twenty taels.”

“Smart thinking, good business!”

Feng Yin praised without thinking.

This price of one thousand nine hundred and eighty taels, and the surcharge to expedite the process by twenty taels, is indeed a very clever move.

In this way, probably everyone who custom-ordered wouldn’t mind the extra twenty taels.

Feng Yin estimated that the normal casting cycle could be completed in one day, but with the two words ‘urgent charge’ this one-day time became twenty taels of silver!

Truly a genius mind.

“I’ll come to get it tomorrow afternoon.”

“No problem, here is your receipt. Please keep it safe, you’ll need it to get the knife later.”

“Good.”

Feng Yin took the voucher and put it in his chest. Through his spiritual sense, he could feel the stalker was not far from the blacksmith shop, possibly near the entrance…

As he lowered his voice and asked, “Where’s the bathroom? I really can’t hold it any longer.”

The assistant directed: “From here, go south straight ahead, without turning, it’s in the southwest corner… Um, once you’re in the backyard, you’ll know where it is by the smell.”

“Okay.”

Feng Yin briskly took three steps, then abruptly stopped.

“Also, make me some small tokens. I will leave you a pattern. They’re just tiny things. Make…a thousand to start with. Let me pay you first. There’s no rush.”

“Okay.”

With that said, Feng Yin again detailed the shape of the items, then patiently explained again another time.

The assistant rolled his eyes in exasperation. I understand this stuff without you having to explain, and yet you’ve explained it twice. Are you treating me like a fool?

You said you had to rush to the toilet, didn’t you?

How come you’re in no rush now?

A real basket case!

He finally couldn’t help but ask, “Didn’t you need to go to the toilet, sir?”

Feng Yin, who had been distracting him with a flurry of requests, finally heard the question he had been expecting. As the assistant asked, he immediately clutched his stomach and made a mad dash towards the backyard, exclaiming, “Damn, I was so preoccupied thinking about those trinkets, I almost forgot about this important problem.”

He quickly disappeared from sight.

But just as he arrived at the backyard, suddenly, a swooshing sound echoed as a cluster of clothes flew towards the toilet. While he turned around again, he said, “I’ll hold it again, I’d rather go home to solve it.”

Under the watch of a completely flabbergasted assistant, he stormed out the door. Another gust of wind with the sound of clothes brushing against the air could be heard. In an instant, he vanished into an alley several dozens of feet away.

In the blink of an eye, he’d stormed into a small restaurant next door. As soon as he stepped through the door, he made a quick swipe at his face, completely changing its appearance.

The moment he rushed out of the shop, he fully activated his Spiritual Transformation Technique, concealing his spiritual sense, ignoring any attempts to scan him.

He then pulled off his clothes to reveal the outfit underneath, transforming into a typical martial artist from his previously disguised persona. He scratched his chin, and a short, black stubble was suddenly visible. He casually chose an empty table and flung one leg over the other knee, making himself look shorter as he relaxed. He slapped the table and shouted in a rough voice, “Hey, boss! Bring me something to eat. Two pounds of beef and two jugs of wine! The good stuff!”

…

Meanwhile, the figure who’d been secretly tracking Feng Yin all the way to the blacksmith’s shop continued to tail him, maintaining a safe distance.

Watching Feng Yin inconspicuously inquire about crafting a knife, then draw the design on the spot, the tracker enjoyed the cat-and-mouse chase. He figured Feng Yin was trying to shake him off.

But, if it’s this easy to shake me…heh, then what’s the point of all these decades I spent honing my skills on the Jianghu?

When Feng Yin finally finished his orders and explained that he needed to head to the toilet, the tracker slid away to a different position. Not seeing Feng Yin come out, he knew something was up and thought he fell for Feng Yin’s trickery. Anxious, he zoomed back to the original spot. But to his surprise, Feng Yin hadn’t vanished at all. He was simply occupied with another item he needed crafted and was instructing the assistant.

His previously anxious mind then relaxed. So, he decided to keep waiting on the rooftop.

After a long wait, when Feng Yin finally couldn’t resist and rushed off clutching his belly, I remained cautious and didn’t let my guard down, drifting over once again.

Looking at the kid’s state, he seemed almost ready to burst. This should be the moment…

I watched as, with a whoosh, a silhouette quickly darted towards the restroom. The person then brushed past me and reached the other side of the restroom. Think you can escape? No way!

With a loud splash, the cesspit erupted.

The stench filled the air.

“Damn… it’s a trap!”

The person came to realize, it was a rock or a piece of iron he had thrown in there? Wrapped in clothing, the hem fluttering…Damn it, I’m going to stink to death…

Had he… truly fallen for the trap?!

Holding his nose, he quickly returned once again.

But this time, the situation was completely different from before.

The shop was empty except for a sales assistant, who stood dumbstruck at the door.

The curtain at the entrance was still fluttering, but Feng Yin was nowhere to be seen.

The tracker panicked, leaped out immediately, and with a swoosh, he got into the high air to keep an eye on the surroundings.

Then, with a brush, he darted into an alley several tens of feet away and came out with a gloomy look on his face.

At the corner inside, there was only a piece of clothing with a piece of Profound Iron wrapped in it. This must have been stolen from the blacksmith shop…

As for the person…

He was nowhere to be found.

Where could he have gone?

Although the gap this time was slightly longer than before, considering Feng Yin’s cultivation strength, he could only temporarily escape from the monitoring range, he could not possibly disappear completely. However, after observing the surroundings repeatedly, still found no trace.

The divine sense was completely blank.

The man begrudgingly returned to the shop and asked the assistant: “Where did that guy go?”

“He ran away,” replied the assistant, suddenly covering his nose… This guy smells familiar…

“Which direction?”

“Well, I didn’t really notice.”

The assistant was confused by the turn of events and felt dizzy, completely unaware of what had happened.

The tracker knew that Feng Yin had tricked him, immediately went out, and started searching.

He first explored the nearby shops one by one, expanding his search radius from there.

The silhouette, with its repugnant smell, zigzagged around. Wherever he went, people covered their noses, cursing.

“Who the hell is this guy… It’s mealtime, damn it! What an authentic smell!”

No matter how he searched, he couldn’t find any trace of Feng Yin after scanning all the nearby streets.

It was as if this person was a drop of water that had merged into the sea and disappeared.

“Slippery kid!”

The man punched his left palm in frustration and humiliation.

“I actually lost a grasshopper… Where can I deal with such a thing!”

“Lost track of such a trivial thing and don’t even know how.”

“But I really don’t know how he escaped my divine sense detection.”

“Could it be that my divine sense detection doesn’t work on him?”

“Otherwise, there’s no reason for him to disappear without a trace.”

“This is truly strange.”

He stood dazed outside the blacksmith’s shop, pondering with a frown.

His separated divine sense had already scanned all the people in the shop.

Without any discovery, every person within tens of feet was under his divine sense, he had checked everyone three or four times and still found nothing.

“I swear I’ve seen a ghost today…”

After a while, the man finally sighed, his face dark, and left the place.

“Since the kid disappeared nearby, he must be very familiar with the area. Even if he doesn’t live nearby, he wouldn’t be far away; this is the Eastern division of the city.”

The man finally left, utterly embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Feng Yin calmly continued eating his meal, relishing every bite without any unusual reactions.

The crowds continued to buzz, and diners constantly came in and out, all as usual.

However, Feng Yin knew that the man was extremely powerful and wouldn’t give up easily, there must be another move; any careless move on his part would cost him everything.

As expected, after a while, the man appeared again at the entrance of the restaurant, extending his divine sense to monitor everyone within a hundred feet radius.

The surveillance lasted for a total of fifteen minutes, he cursed angrily: “What the bloody hell is going on!”

Only then did he finally fly away.

After a long time, Feng Yin finished his last piece of beef, paid the bill tossing down some silver, and haggled over a few coins for a long time. He grudgingly settled the bill and left the restaurant.

It was a beautiful sunny day.

His mood was extremely beautiful.