Chapter 295 People Returning to a Foreign Land

【Kanglong Ganzhen Spear】

【Rating: 5 (6)】

[Origin: Longquan Township Chenjun Palace]

【Effect:

1. Flying Dragon in the Abyss

The first strike with this spear can break all the means in the second abyss.

2. No blame for being chaste

Even if you are injured or contaminated, your fighting power will not be reduced. You will become more courageous with each victory.

3. The Dragon Has No Regrets

When the fighting is intense, the Kanglong Dharma image follows the spear, advancing and retreating together.

[Curse:

1. This spear was forged at Longmian Peak and crafted by the Palace Master of Chenjun. Those with ordinary martial arts skills cannot wield it.

2. This spear is not a sword for self-cultivation, but a weapon for war. Those without meritorious service cannot wield it.

3. This spear is made from the remains of Kanglong. Anyone with treacherous intentions will be injured if they touch it.

4. This spear is specially forged for the younger generation. It uses will and energy to lock karma. When killing a Sephiroth 6 or higher outsider, it restores the essence of Sephiroth 6.

【Thoughts: A lofty dragon has no regrets, and once it leaves, it never returns.】

"How do you always get such great bargains wherever you go?" Vander's eyes widened.

Chu Hengkong shook the gun a few times, put away the gun, and couldn't help but smile. Although he had many rare treasures on him, it was rare to find such a handy and usable weapon.

The Divine Slash is incredibly sharp, but once unsheathed, it's a life-or-death struggle. Using it in a casual exchange would be enough to cause immediate rebellion. The Scythe of Misfortune's Arm is also a formidable weapon, but its use would inevitably lead to Orlek's discovery. Even if the Doom Demon doesn't personally attack, he'll likely curse it from afar, unleashing the true power of this prosthetic arm unless absolutely necessary. Vansalar's Deathwing presents a different problem: the Evil God's power is inherently too powerful, and he can't fully control it with his Sephiroth 3 essence. Using it in a fight is a guaranteed recipe for death, so it can only serve as a free wing until it reaches level 4.

There are few relics salvaged in Huilong City that he likes. Therefore, although Inspector Chu has made many achievements, he has nothing to show for himself when it comes to normal sparring. When fighting with Li Ke before, he had to take out the Yiqi Sword... But today, he won a level 5 relic for nothing in a friendly match, and it was such a good gun!

"As for me, I do good deeds and accumulate virtue every day. I behave uprightly, so naturally I have good luck." Chu Hengkong said happily.

Ji Qiufeng, who was standing by, burst out laughing. "Hengkong, I never thought that one day I would hear the words 'luck has been bestowed upon me' from you..."

"I think it's bad luck in your head!" Ji Huaisu grinned.

Chu Hengkong coughed twice, recovering from his complacency. "It was just a joke. I know the truth in my heart... But Mr. Ji, the person just now is at least an acquaintance of yours. Why don't you meet him?"

Ji Qiufeng sighed, "You said I wasn't there earlier, what were you hiding from?"

"The relationship is so bad."

"Not that bad, but I'm just not good at dealing with him." Ji Qiufeng smiled and waved his fan. "Huaisu, do you want to pick out a weapon too? Dad has saved up some money these past few months."

Ji Huaisu made a face and took Chu Hengkong's arm: "Dad, do you treat me like a child? Why are you buying me a gift? I have a boyfriend now, so you don't have to pay for it."

Ji Qiufeng was very pleased: "Good, good, you've really grown up. Now I can save my own money with peace of mind..."

The city lord left leisurely, leaving the killer with a helpless look on his face. Ji Huaisu took his arm and muttered, "What level of relic should I buy~"

"Brother, I think you should be mentally prepared to pawn your gun in advance." Vander said in a low voice.

Chu Hengkong also had a headache: "If it really doesn't work, I can work and save some money temporarily..."

"A gentleman sells money but not his work." Fan De started to make trouble.

"So do you think I look like a gentleman? I've been in the underworld since I was eleven years old, and I've never done anything that wasn't physically demanding."

"Why don't you ask Dahaibao for a job? With Gulibo's connections, I'm sure the owner will offer you a good job as a book delivery driver, 5 Cuizhi per trip."

"Returning to my old business might be a way out..." Chu Hengkong nodded seriously.

Ji Huaisu grabbed Fan De and rolled his eyes repeatedly: "How dare you two plot loudly in front of me? Am I such a materialistic woman?"

"You're just talking nonsense for fun." Fan De looked indifferent. "Besides, I think you really need a weapon. Qing Xia is broke but still carries a rifle. Captain Ji, you're going into battle and you're still trying to make a stick first. Is that reasonable?"

"We Discipline Knights have to rely on ourselves for everything. Relics are useless." Ji Huaisu curled his lips. "No one of the same level has a better weapon than the one I made myself. And weapons of higher levels may not be easy to use."

Ji Huaisu's current need, which is neither high nor low, is, to a certain extent, a common characteristic of the Path to Supremacy. As we all know, the characteristics of the Path to Supremacy are low barriers to entry and strong destructive power. This low barrier to entry means that it does not rely on external things.

There's no need for a foundation to get started, just enough emotion. Combat uses various elemental powers, and the permutations and combinations alone are equivalent to eighteen martial arts. Daily travel is incredibly convenient, and for someone like Bang Bang Crucian Carp, you don't even need to fly when traveling long distances...

Discipline Knights like Ji Huaisu went a step further than elemental mages and began crafting their own weapons from the elements. Captain Ji was born with a pair of light shields and shadow blades, so why would he need to buy any other weapons separately?

Chu Hengkong thought for a moment: "How about buying some protective gear..."

Ji Huaisu made a pair of gauntlets that changed color: "I have three sets of armor alone. You can wear whatever you want."

Fander stared at him for a long time: "You also want a flying motorcycle?"

"I'm also at level 4, and I'm also at Free Wind. What's the point of bringing a World Breaking Wheel?" Ji Huaisu didn't care. "So, there's no need for it, no need~"

Chu Hengkong pondered for a while, then shook his head and said, "I think our thinking is still off. Although Huaisu's fighting style is usually quite fierce, he is essentially still a mage like the Spiral Tower..."

"Who are you calling a natural disaster? Who are you calling a natural disaster?"

Chu Hengkong held down his screaming girlfriend. "So she really doesn't lack weapons. She's more in need of magic scrolls...skill books. Learning a new skill is more convenient than any relic."

"Last time, I translated the seal sanctions for low-level knights for her."

"What's lacking is the means to achieve intermediate points, my friends." Ji Huaisu sighed, "Also, it's extremely troublesome for me to upgrade to Free Wind, so I can only persevere..."

Chu Hengkong glanced at her shopping bag and saw that it was filled with reference books such as animal illustrations and biology guides. He couldn't help but be curious: "Do you have to open a farm when you reach level 4?"

"Shut up, Kong."

"If you really need books, you can go with Fander when he goes to the library later and get some."

"That's a good idea! Vander, when are you going?"

"Oh, I still need to prepare a little more..."

The two chatted casually for a while, and soon immersed themselves in purchasing.

Afterwards, they helped the bookstore sell a lot of goods and also bought some interesting souvenirs for their friends. By the second half, most of the publications had been sold, and the bookstore stall had switched to selling various fruits grown by Gulibo.

Before we knew it, it was already getting dark. The exhibition, which we thought would soon be over, ushered in the night amidst the chatting and laughter.

As most of the goods were sold, the stall owners relaxed their work. The food stalls began to provide free drinks, and the remaining unsold goods were given away to people who liked them.

After the morning's duel arena shattered, a large earthen pit appeared in the center of the exhibition. Li Ke scavenged some seeds and, with her plant-cultivating skills, grew a woodpile as tall as a single story. Ji Huaisu threw a spark into the fire, and a magnificent bonfire suddenly erupted, illuminating numerous flickering figures.

"This is a tradition at every exhibition," Li Ke told everyone with a smile, "When all the goods are sold out, there will be singing and dancing."

The little animals pulled out all sorts of musical instruments, but surprisingly, no one took the initiative. Instead, they all tacitly offered up their chairs in front of the campfire. Shadows surged beneath the firelight, and the poet Sreel emerged from the surface like black water, taking his place in the chair.

Chu Hengkong felt relieved upon seeing this, knowing that the poet had remembered his promise from yesterday. A small number of these mercenaries would be traveling to their hometowns around the world, but they would be the best audience for their songs.

The mercenaries called out in anticipation, and Sreel responded with enthusiastic piano music.

"Long time no see! Tonight I'm still Sirel!" He plucked the strings quickly. "It's still the same old routine. The poet will sing the opening song. After that, you can listen to songs or tell stories. It all depends on your preferences."

"Sing now, Sreel!"

"I can't leave until I finish listening to your song."

"This old man is keeping us on suspense again. He's bound to write a good song!"

Everyone laughed in unison, and the poet laughed along with them. He glanced at Chu Hengkong and chuckled softly, "Then please enjoy my new song, 'Single Snake.'"

He played a soothing folk tune and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Today, will you remember the rain in the car that night?

Like a lonely little snake in winter, reminiscing about the warm past.

The old people have all forgotten how fragile you once were.

I also happened to meet you in a dream..."

He lit up the cigarette he had made from his shadow. The poet, usually a smooth talker, now spoke in a bold and desolate voice, as if he had transformed from a pedantic scholar into a man steeped in the vicissitudes of life.

"I did something righteous on a rainy night just for the sake of pleasure.

Accompanying you to drive away the pursuers is just a spur of the moment decision.

It doesn't matter how old you are, it doesn't matter how smart you are.

Exhaling smoke comfortably, I see you busy for me..."

The song slowly unfolds, outlining a reckless man. It depicts his bravery and arrogance, his leisurely yet mature nature, his casualness and unbridled arrogance. Compared to him, the girl beside him is not particularly capable. She cannot influence what he wants to do, nor can she shake his ambitions. She has received much help from him, yet she can't truly give anything in return. She simply stays by his side, doing what she can.

One day, a long time later, the girl left, and the man became single again. He was still strong and brave, but he was wandering alone in the world, at a loss.

Only then did he realize that his memories and past were all in the girl. But now that the girl was gone, he had nowhere to go.

“…But now, looking back on the past, I can hardly find a moment of peace.

I miss your wise voice, I miss your words.

The fire lit in the present cannot burn away the smoke of the past.

Like a cold little snake, curled up alone in a cave..."

The poet lowered his voice for a long time before singing the last line.

“I wonder where you are now?

I really miss you.”

The lingering sound of the piano spread, and the song ended here, but there was no cheering in the exhibition hall. The men blinked hard, and occasionally choked sobs were heard.

Some thought of their former lovers, some of their wives back home. Some missed their still-young girls, some reminisced about their nagging mothers. The men on the battlefield were about to return home, but many more were about to go. It would be a long time before they could see each other again...

Maybe we will never see each other again.

"Sing it again," someone said.

“It’s a good song.”

"Let's sing it again!" "I haven't remembered it clearly yet..." "Sing it."

Then the poet struck up his harp again, imprinting the melody into the hearts of the people. They sang it again and again, and then the lonely people took up a new ballad. Soon, they danced around the firelight, singing, cursing, and shouting into the desolate night, expressing the longing that had been buried in their hearts for who knows how long, unknown to anyone...

Bring the songs to all parts of the world, telling the story of separation, longing and reunion.

(End of this chapter)