Chapter 872: Strong And Penniless
Feng was a little surprised by the jump he had just done.
He was originally hoping to jump just enough to catch onto the top of the wall edge and pull himself up. But instead of that, he had directly jumped over the five meter tall wall!
And not just that, when he landed on the other side, his legs felt completely fine, as if he had not just fallen from a height of over five meters.
Feng couldn’t help but take a second look at his body.
‘I need to test this…’ Feng thought to himself and picked up a brick lying on the side.
~Crumble~
And with just a little force, the brick crumbled into fragments.
“This is not gonna be enough to confirm it. I need something tougher.” Feng muttered to himself as he went in a certain direction.
Since he needed a place to cultivate, he would not stay in the slums and be bothered by the sensory overload that this place gave him. But if he wanted to find a better place, it would only be in the other districts.
And to get a place like that, he needed money. Money that he did not have.
‘Should I have asked Senior for some money?’ Feng wondered, but then shook his head.
“No… he’s already helped me a lot, and the help is priceless. If I can’t even get some money on my own, then what is my worth even with all this?” Feng said to himself, finding it all a little humiliating.
He continued onwards and soon left the slums. No one questioned a masked man running through the streets either, as it was far too common of a scene here.
Or rather, they would be surprised if there wasn’t a day that they didn’t see someone like this.
Upon leaving the slum, Feng didn’t go to the same district where the Tea House was. Instead, he went to a different one that was located in the southern Part of Tieba city.
“Let’s see… it should be somewhere around here…” Feng muttered to himself as he searched for a specific place.
He had been here once a couple of years ago and his memories were a little fuzzy.
‘There!’ Feng soon found the place he was looking for.
Some distance away from him were multiple shops, all selling various kinds of weapons, both normal and spirit weapons. But among these shops, there was one that was the biggest.
On its top a board was hung that read: Black Sheep Blacksmith.
This was the largest blacksmith and weapon buinsess in this district and was rather popular. This was proved easily with the tens of people that were entering and exiting the shop at all times.
“Hey! Get in line!” A guard standing at the entrance called out, seeing Feng entering directly from the side.
Since there were a lot of customers, the shop needed a queue to accommodate all of them. Even in a chaotic city like Tieba city, there was still a certain level of order which often felt ironic to its residents.
The people standing in the line didn’t seem angry too. Instead, they had amused expressions on their faces.
“Look at another one.”
“Do you think we’ll get to see a fight again?”
“Nah, it’ll hardly be a fight. Look at the guy. He’s not even a cultivator.”
“Yeah, the guard is at the mid stage of the Qi refining realm. He’ll wipe the floor with him.”
The people standing in the line conversed. It was evident that this was a regular occurrence and they simply took it as entertainment by this point.
“Though that guy doesn’t look simple. His clothes are of a good quality.”
“Oh, yeah… maybe one of those young masters hiding their cultivation base?” someone joked.
“Hah! That would be even more fun.”
“I know, right? And that crude looking mask is some great spirit tool that can hide his cultivation base, which is at like… the core condensation realm or something.” The people continued to join in on the joke.
Feng who heard all this, couldn’t help but smile wryly. Thankfully, it was hidden by the mask so no one witnessed it.
“Hey! Didn’t you hear me? Get in line!” The guard said again, seeing that Feng had not reacted.
“Oh, I’m not here to buy. I’m here to work. Isn’t the position for pounders always open?” Feng spoke.
Hearing this, the guard was surprised and so were the people in the line.
“You want to join as a pounder?” The guard asked, thinking that it was strange.
He had noticed Feng’s clothes and thought of him as some merchant or other businessman who was looking to cut in line. But he never expected someone wearing clothes like these to work as a Pounder.
“Yeah.” Feng confirmed.
“Very well… follow me.” The guard said, and took Feng in through the side door.
Meanwhile, the people standing in the line laughed even more, finding the situation to be even more fun than they had expected.
Feng entered through the side door and was brought to an underground area. And as soon as he reached the bottom, he felt the air heat up.
~Creak~
A large metal door was opened by the guard, and he gestured.
“Get in!” The guard said before shutting the door.
~CLANG~
Feng was left feeling a little lost, but soon saw a burly man approaching him.
“Pounder?” The burly man asked, not caring about Feng’s appearance.
“Yes.” Feng said.
“Grab a hammer from the pile and go to any of the forging rooms. You get paid for each kilogram that you pound.” The burly man directed before leaving.
~Sigh~
Feng shook his breath and picked up a hammer from the large pile on the side and randomly picked a room to enter.
~WHOOSH~
~DENG~ DENG~ DENG~
And when he did, even more intense heat assaulted him, along with the sound of metal being hit.
In the room there were tens of workers, hammering chunks of unrefined metal.
“Let’s get to it then…” Feng muttered to himself as he picked an empty spot for himself.
