Weapon: Oxtail Knife.Weapon spirit level: Not yet entered.Devouring requirements: None. (Satisfied)Devouring effect: Entry of the Five Tigers and Sheep Knife.He had originally expected that the weapon spirit of such a good knife must be higher than those useless knives on the shelf.But the result was exactly the opposite.The weapon spirits of the useless knives on the shelf were all of the second or third level, but the weapon spirit of this good knife in his hand had not yet reached any level at all.In other words, the weapon spirit of this good knife was far inferior to those useless knives on the shelf."This..." Mo Qian could not figure out the reason right away."Could it be that the longer a weapon is used, the more of a person's spirit is absorbed into it, nourishing the growth of the weapon spirit?"However, this was just Mo Qian's guess and would need to be verified later. He did not dwell on this uncertain matter for too long. After all, being able to devour the weapo

In his previous life, Mo Qian had spent years working as a social animal and had long since lost the patience for dealing with someone this transparent.Li Chong saw that Mo Qian seemed not to have heard the mockery at all and remained standing in his Round Pile without reaction, and his anger surged. "Mo Qian, I am talking to you! Can you hear me? You have no talent. You deserve to be doing chores for the rest of your life. Who do you think you're impressing with this act?"Li Chong saw that Mo Qian still paid him no mind, and for a moment he could not contain his fury. He was just about to make a move when Kong Bin suddenly gripped his shoulder."Brother, let him practice his and we'll practice ours. Why pick a fight with him? If things get physical and someone gets hurt, you'll be the one punished.""Brother Bin, look at him. I spoke to him and he acted as though he didn't hear a word."Kong Bin glanced at Mo Qian and noticed that Mo Qian's head was steaming and his Round Pile stan

The closeness between Yang Zhen and Mo Qian had its roots in the fact that both of them had grown up as orphans, though their circumstances after that point had diverged considerably.Yang Zhen's second uncle was an accountant at an herbal medicine shop.For warriors training in martial arts, supplementing with food alone was never enough. Medicinal supplements were equally important.The medicines ordinary people took when ill were generally common ingredients, and even those were expensive enough.The medicinal materials that warriors used to support their practice were typically rare and precious herbs, with a single preparation costing more than most ordinary families spent in an entire year.The margins involved were enormous.Running a business like an herbal medicine shop was not something just anyone could do. Without the right connections, there was no way to tap into those profits.To work as an accountant in such a shop, a person needed not only an impeccable ledger and fas

In the early hours before dawn, in the deep of the night, the faint and distant sound of a rooster crowing could be heard.At Yuanshun Escort Agency, the curtain of the dormitory for the errand disciples was lifted, and a figure walked out. This person had a square face and was thin, and his complexion was dark. It was Mo Qian who had just woken up.Mo Qian washed his face with cold water, and deliberately picked a thicker branch from the firewood pile, preparing to practice a few routines first.But as soon as Mo Qian started, he heard a sudden sound, and the branch broke.Mo Qian was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that he had stood still for a whole day and slept for a night, and his strength had increased a lot, even these thicker branches could not withstand it.Mo Qian threw away the half-broken branch in his hand and left the yard where the errand disciples lived.Mo Qian was going to the yard where their errand disciples usually practiced. That yard was a little f