Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 298: Reforging the Broken Sword

Three days later.

At the Iron Wall Pass's material allocation office.

Su Ming stood before the counter, holding the chit approved by Zhao Tiji.

The manager behind the counter was a fat man, idly flipping through an account book.

"Third squad of the Formation Maintenance Battalion? Want to claim five hundred jin of 'scrap Star Pattern Steel residue'? And two hundred jin of 'Red Fire Copper waste'?"

The fat man looked up, staring at Su Ming as if looking at a fool. "What do you want this garbage for? This stuff isn't even worth the fire to remelt it."

A simple, honest smile spread across Su Ming's face as he subtly slid a packet of "Heart-Clearing Incense Cake" from his sleeve over to the man.

"This senior brother, the brothers in our squad are poor. Their magical implements are broken, but they have no money to repair them. They just want to use these scraps to practice, see if they can melt a bit of iron to patch up the cracks."

The fat man pinched the packet of incense cake, smelled the refreshingly clear and fragrant aroma, and his expression immediately softened.

"Alright, alright. It's just garbage destined for landfill anyway. Since you're willing to be the haulers, take it all away."The fat man made a grand flourish with his brush, stamping the chit. "But let's be clear upfront. If you blow up your furnace, don't blame the quality of the stuff the Material Office gave you."

"Naturally, naturally."

Su Ming thanked him profusely, took the chit, turned, and beckoned to Old Liu and the other brothers waiting outside to come in and move the stuff.

Watching the cartloads of waste material considered garbage being hauled away, a glint of sharp light flashed in Su Ming's eyes.

In others' eyes, this was trash.

But in the hands of him, proficient in the "Water Refining Method" and "microscopic structure reorganization," this was the wall that would save their lives.

"Brother Su, can we really use all this scrap iron?" Old Liu asked skeptically while pushing a cart.

"Don't worry, Brother Liu."

Su Ming patted the rusty lumps of iron on the cart. "As long as it's used in the right place, even mud can patch a wall."

...

The dusk in Bing Battalion always carried the scent of rust that couldn't be washed away.

Su Ming pushed a wheelbarrow filled with scrap Star Pattern Steel residue. The wheels crunched over the frozen earth, creaking and groaning.

As he passed the large greenstone on the west side of the barracks that served as a windbreak, his steps paused.

was sitting

Eagle on the night of the beast tide was currently sitting with his head bowed. In his hand was a rough whetstone, which he was rubbing, stroke

not like sharpening a sword, but more like wiping down the body of a dying

the wheelbarrow to the side, his gaze falling on that

was a good sword. Refined iron mixed with Red Copper. In the mortal world, it would be considered a

the lower-middle section of

clawed out by

"It's broken."

his voice hoarse

His fingertip was cut by the sharp metal edge, a trace of blood seeping out, but he

me

now. Two hundred and seven demon beasts slain. I was thinking... just three thousand more military merit points, and I could trade for a Foundation Establishment Pill to gamble on

a self-mocking twist of his lips, threw the half-ruined long sword onto

is ruined. A sword cultivator without a sword,

military merit

life. Or rather, the final threshold on the path to the great

at that sword

"observation micro state" vision, he could clearly see that the originally dense crystal lattice inside the sword blade was now full of minute voids. The spiritual energy transmission channels were broken

sword was already

sounded lazily in the Consciousness Sea. "However, this is also an opportunity. This Chen Chuan is a ruthless man. You saw that night, he dares to trade his life for a chance. This kind of person, if he can survive, is more useful than those colleagues of yours who only

fist-sized, pitch-black lump of slag from the pile of waste

"Brother Chen."

tone calm. "If you trust me, I'll repair this sword

Su Ming. "Repair? The sword spine is cracked.

broken sword. It felt cold and heavy in his hand. "But I have skill. Tonight, at Zi hour, come to

into the pile of scrap in the wheelbarrow, pushed the cart, turned, and walked

watched Su Ming's retreating back, his lips moving slightly. In the end, he said nothing. But in those originally dull, gray eyes, a faint, ghostly flame

...

Wall Pass artifact

the earth fire was most vigorous. Even in the dead of

rent one of those expensive, proper forging chambers. Instead, using his Formation Maintenance Battalion waist token, he

The fire poison was heavy, the temperature

found a corner and cleared a

cross-legged. Before him lay the broken sword and a small pinch of dark golden powder extracted from the waste material—Earth Gold

Gold Dust wasn't top-grade material, but its strength lay in its extreme toughness, making it perfect for mending

"Let's begin."

breath and formed hand seals with both

directly channel earth fire to burn the sword.

sphere of water that enveloped the broken sword. Immediately after, he

clashed, emitting a *sizzling* sound.