Chapter Eighteen: The Martial Hero

  As he walked back along the original road, Chu Hao passed by a silk store and immediately entered with Xiao Si to pick out some clothes. Xiao Si asked curiously: "Young Master Wang, every month there is a special imperial clothing department that sends clothes to the palace, why do you still need to buy them yourself?"

  "This is certainly not for me to use." Chu Hao thought of that poor and innocent Lin Yue'er, and for some reason, he had a feeling of pity, and said lightly: "Just wrap them all up."

  "Yes!" Little Four didn't ask anymore.

  Back in the courtyard, Chu Hao had Xiao Si put away the "Shaking General". This was a great contributor to their victory, and naturally couldn't be neglected. However, after undergoing a catalytic reaction on the jagged teeth, the lifespan of this shrimp-like creature had shortened.

  After putting things in order, Chu Hao ordered Xiao Si to send the clothes he had bought to the east wing. He also instructed him to speak politely and with courtesy, although Xiao Si couldn't understand why the normally overbearing Young Master Wang would give such an order. Nevertheless, being loyal, Xiao Si carried it out as instructed.

  Chu Hao sat on a stool in the storage room, deep in thought.

  "Like that, you little stinker! Do you want me to step in?" Chen Honghong's voice rang out at the wrong moment, with a "heh heh" laugh, as if mocking Chu Hao.

  "Get out of here!" Chu Hao said irritably, "With you around, I'll have even more miserable days."

  "Danger and benefit coexist, you'd better think carefully, the world's most sought-after treasure, the Hunyuan Ding! Chen Honghong reminded: "By the way, I'll remind you of one more thing, your current body has been restricted by someone, but that doesn't mean there's no way to break it. The Hunyuan Ding is not only a sacred artifact for refining equipment, but also for refining elixirs. When the time comes, I'll teach you the secret method, and with 8-10 Cihua Great Supplement Pills, your restriction will be lifted!"

  "Who knows what's on your mind." Chu Hao said coldly, he wasn't so easily fooled by Chen Honghong: "I have to work myself to death to find repair materials for you, and risk my life, I've died once, don't want to live a life of reminding others of their mortality again."

  "You think you won't be on tenterhooks from now on." Chen Honghong said, "Let's not mention this little prince for today, even the seal in your body isn't something an ordinary foundation-building cultivator can set up. You've been marked by someone, how do you plan to live a peaceful life?"

  "None of your business!" Chu Hao wasn't without the thought of compromising with this guy first, getting the benefits and then talking about it later. But thinking that this guy was also a thousand-year-old old demon, his city was deeper than his own, wanting to take advantage of him would probably be a bit difficult.

  Besides, the materials he mentioned, except for the ginseng essence, I've never heard of any others. Who knows that after compromising, if we can't find the repair materials, this guy will have some other tricks up his sleeve. Will he even announce to the world that he has a spiritual treasure and then use it to usurp power, relying on other "fated individuals"?

  "Hey, you think of me like that, I'm really hurt!" Chen Honghong, however, sensed Chu Hao's thoughts and said discontentedly: "I, Chen Honghong, stand tall and upright, a proud Saint of the Zhuli Gate, how could I be so despicable."

  "Hmm, that's uncertain, I'll find you when I figure it out!" Chu Hao cut off contact with Chen Honghong and looked at the sword embryo that had been damaged by the explosion of the tripod furnace, but only had some minor flaws. Chu Hao was truly worried and unsure what to do.

  It seems that I have to go and see it for myself in order to find a suitable crucible for smelting.

  Chu Hao didn't want to alarm the people in the Wang Manor, if it spread to Chu Yunfei's ears, who knows what kind of rumors and suspicions would arise. This Wang Manor, apart from its own family members, must also have spies from other powers. This is an eternal principle: you have your people within my ranks, and I have mine within yours.

  Chu Hao didn't even have the ability to protect himself, so he wouldn't expose himself at a time when it was unnecessary.

  Even Xiao Si didn't notice. After dinner, Chu Hao changed into casual clothes and didn't meditate. He used the excuse of going back to his room to sleep early, but actually snuck out.

  Chu Hao was a martial artist of the second layer of Bone Refining, although it was difficult to climb to great elegance, but jumping over walls was no problem. If he encountered guards, he would directly take out his token and warn them a few words. Along the way, he exited the palace smoothly without any obstructions.

  Although the prince had issued a decree of prohibition, those guards did not dare to block Chu Hao. After all, this young master had been well-behaved for several days, and if he were to go crazy because of his own people, it would be hard to avoid blame.

  Chu Hao wouldn't think that these guards didn't go inform Commander Chu Mo, and he would just come back at the right time.

  Outside the Wangfu is a wealthy district, in addition to the Weiyuan Wangfu, there are many other official residences. Chu Hao wore a green shirt and looked like a Confucian scholar, holding a folding fan, and walked out of the wealthy district with a fluttering motion.

  At this moment, the night had just fallen, and it was the most prosperous time for the night market in the capital. Chu Hao walked along the way, looking left and right, and found it quite enjoyable. The life in this ancient world was not as busy as in his previous life, but more leisurely.

  In the capital, there were several famous ironwork shops that Chu Hao had already inquired about. They were "Lingfeng Pavilion", "Yuelan Pavilion" and the most mysterious one, "Dongdafu". It was said that although the name "Dongdafu" was strange, it had a close connection with the imperial armory, and many of the best weapons were made by the ironworkers of "Dongdafu".

  If you want to choose a tripod stove, it's still better to start with these few brands.

  Like the small four bought yesterday, due to time constraints, a nearby store was chosen, but it couldn't withstand the heat of the purple dragon fire, and its density wasn't enough, so it naturally cracked.

  "What can I get for you, sir?"

  Chu Hao's temperament at this moment was vastly different from that of the pampered young master, and he rarely went to places like blacksmith shops. So, all the way to "Lingfeng Pavilion", no one recognized him as the son of the infamous Prince Weiyuan.

  As soon as he stepped into "Lingfeng Pavilion", the little servant at the door came over with a smile on his face. Although it was late at night, business here was still good. The Cloud Heaven Empire was a country of literature and martial arts, where scholars and warriors could wear swords and walk around, so in the counter shop, he saw several self-conscious high-ranking poor scholars, but Chu Hao didn't mind.

  "I'll just take a look." Chu Hao was dressed casually, but after all, he was wearing imperial family clothes. These little servants had seen countless people, and Lingfeng Pavilion was able to thrive in the capital city, so they naturally wouldn't lack discernment. Chu Hao spoke calmly, but they didn't dare to be slow, and they respectfully welcomed him in.

  The main hall of the Lingfeng Pavilion was indeed built with a strong heroic spirit, and the variety of weapons on display was dazzling. Chu Hao looked around and touched them lightly, but these ordinary weapons couldn't catch his eye.

  That little servant smiled and recommended: "Is the young master not satisfied? We have more inside."

  "Oh?" The best of these materials was only wrought iron, and although it was forged fairly well, to Chu Hao's realm, he naturally felt unimpressed and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. But when he heard the young servant's words, Chu Hao's eyes lit up: "Is there something inside?"

  "This is natural." The young servant led the way and brought Chu Hao into the inner hall.

  Inside the hall, there were even more varieties of weapons, with swords, spears, axes, halberds, javelins, bows and crossbows filling the space. However, there were far fewer guests. Chu Hao walked forward and picked up a sword to examine it. It was mixed with some fine steel, had a broad back and a sharp blade, making it a razor-sharp instrument that could cut hair with a mere blow.

  "I'm here to buy a Ding." Chu Hao saw the density of the refined steel and thought that the Ding here shouldn't be bad either. After a moment's contemplation, he said to the young servant, "It's a furnace for forging weapons."

  "Ah!" The young servant hadn't expected that someone would come to a weapon shop and not buy a handy weapon, but rather a cauldron. For a moment, he didn't react.

  Just then, another voice rang out from the side, sneering: "Where did this poor kid come from? He's spouting nonsense here. Can't even afford a weapon, let alone buy a Ding. If you really don't have money, I can lend you a few taels to buy a Ding at the weapons shop. What a joke!"

  Chu Hao turned his head to look, but it was a young man who was also holding a fan. The upper body was wearing a red horse jacket, and there was a beautifully decorated long sword at the waist, which seemed extraordinary. Beside him, there was a beautiful woman in a red shirt, who heard this and covered her mouth with a smile.

  Chu Hao felt that the other party didn't seem like a rich second-generation, but rather a distinguished guest of a wealthy family, who thought they were superior and looked down on others with an air of arrogance.

  Chu Hao furrowed his brow and said to the little servant, "Why do you still have a welcoming dog here? However, I don't understand what dogs are saying. Can someone translate for me?"

  At that moment, seven or eight people in the inner hall burst out laughing. The little servant, however, looked frightened and whispered to Chu Hao's ear: "Young Master, he is a guest of the current Sixth Prince, and was last year's martial arts champion from Hongbo Province."