17 Incredible Craftsmen

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Nineteen wooden spears flew out at the same time, breaking the sound barrier. It only took 0.5 seconds for them to fly over a distance of more than 100 meters, before finally landing on the ground in a mess. None of them hit the target made by the straw man and even the closest wooden spear to the target was off by more than two meters. The farthest one was more than 10 meters away.

"Very good! Keep it up!" Wu Yuan encouraged. Behind the 19 soldiers, there were more than a thousand sharpened wooden spears.

It was already the second day.

Nothing happened the day before except the emergence of some little demons. The construction of the village also continued.

Zhang Yang and the 19 soldiers were as if craftsmen, each sharpening more than 50 wooden spears.

Not to mention, Wu Yuan's method that didn't play by the rules was really effective.

At least each of those soldiers could easily sharpen a qualified wooden spear now.

It was only today that Wu Yuan arranged for the 12 elite shield soldiers and seven elite spearmen to practice throwing wooden spears. Zhang Yang wasn't included.

Wu Yuan said, "Village Chief, they have to practice throwing the wooden spears immediately because they don't know when they are going to put up a fight to the death on the battlefield. When the time comes, all of them might only have time to throw a round of wooden spears from the beginning of the battle to their death. That is why I am training them to synchronize their throwing, using a large amount of wooden spears to injure and kill the enemy as much as possible.

"But you are different, Village Chief. We will protect you with our lives, and your role on the battlefield isn't to throw wooden spears. I understand your intentions, but please do understand that if you want to master stronger throwing skills, there is nothing better than sharpening wooden spears yourself.

"Because aiming at the enemy using your eyes is third-rate at most. Aiming at the enemy using the feeling with your hand is second-rate at most. Only aiming at the enemy using your heart and soul is considered first-rate."

Wu Yuan's words were a bit mysterious, but Zhang Yang decided to do as he said.

Thereafter, Zhang Yang had as if completely transformed into a craftsman, sharpening bundles of wood into spears non-stop, from day to night. Whether he could feel the wooden spears with his heart and soul, he didn't know. But he felt that he was close to becoming a master craftsman.

That's right. In that simple attribute panel of his, there was one more item.

[Basic Knife Technique: 15 (Proficiency)]

Well, now I kind of know what the most mysterious profession in this world is—not a wizard, but a craftsman.

Zhang Yang laughed out loud. He was delighted to benefit from this unanticipated outcome.

Come to think of it, it has been more than 40 hours and there are still more than 60 hours until the village building process will officially end. But somehow, I have this feeling that the deer demon will appear before it ends and give me a huge surprise.

Looking at the dark and dreary sky, Zhang Yang rotated his numb and exhausted arm, before sitting down and continuing to sharpen wooden spears.

Thanks to his fitness, even after a busy day, he didn't feel much fatigue. On the contrary, throughout this constant sharpening process, he felt extraordinarily relaxed. Well, honestly, it was due to his B- soul strength. Zhang Yang felt extra-relaxed no matter what he did because he didn't feel tired. It was as if his head was still clear even after playing games three nights in a row.

But he couldn't say that to Wu Yuan. After all, he had to preserve his reputation as the village chief.

That was why he secretly changed his method. He released an imprisonment spell on a wooden spear, but since the wooden spear wasn't a living thing, the spell didn't work. But when the imprisonment spell failed, Zhang Yang clearly perceived that the wooden spear seemed to come to life for a moment,

So after I failed to release the imprisonment spell and it turned into a mental shock, the wooden spear somehow evolved? No, it should be that my soul energy remained on it and was captured by me, hence the illusion of it coming to life.

Zhang Yang quickly analyzed and a bold idea emerged in his mind at the same time.

Would he be able to cast the imprisonment spell on the wooden spear, which in gaming terms, meant to 'enchant' the weapon?

This bold idea quickly ignited Zhang Yang's motivation. He began releasing the imprisonment spell on the wooden spear over and over again, but his results were terrible.

A wooden spear could only withstand the mental shock of three failed imprisonment spells before it would shatter into powder.

The failure almost made Zhang Yang give up, until he asked for a wooden spear he had sharpened himself from Wu Yuan.

The wooden spear, which looked no different, withstood 12 consecutive imprisonment spells without shattering. It was only when Zhang Yang released the 13th spell that a miracle happened.

A qualitative change occurred to the wooden spear. It had as though come to life, but the situation couldn't exactly be explained.

Zhang Yang didn't stress over it because several messages had been synchronously mapped out before his eyes.

[You have obtained a basic enchanted weapon: Spear of Imprisonment (Check properties)

Spear of Imprisonment (Gray)

Durability: 1/1

Usage: Upon hit, the target will fall into an imprisoned state for 1 to 3 seconds]

Whahahaha! I've succeeded!

Zhang Yang danced for joy. He had truly succeeded in creating an enchanted weapon.

Seems like I don't only have the potential to become a wizard, but also an immortal cultivator.

Wait, it's already dawn?

It was at that moment that Zhang Yang realized that he had been working all night, and the soldiers nearby were looking at him with dismay.

"Village Chief, could it be that you have comprehended the skill of throwing a wooden spear using your heart and soul?" Wu Yuan asked in surprise and puzzlement. He had doubts because in order to reach that stage, one needed to train for at least a decade.

"What's that about the heart and soul you are talking about? Listen carefully, I've successfully enchanted a wooden spear. From this moment on, it is an enchanted weapon. Wrong, it is a cultivated weapon of immortality, understand? I am an immortal cultivator!"

Zhang Yang shouted with spittle and couldn't care less about his image at that moment. He was ecstatic; no one understood better than him the significance of such an enchanted weapon, which was equal to a blind cat bumping into a dead rat. He no longer had to worry about that deer demon's attack.

Upon seeing Wu Yuan's confused look, Zhang Yang gave an odd chuckle and spoke, harboring ill intentions.

"So, Wu Yuan, want to come and feel the reverence that this wooden spear of mine will bring to you?"

Before Zhang Yang finished his sentence, he had already aimed his wooden spear at Wu Yuan. The startled latter immediately moved several steps back because he truly sensed the danger, albeit not a deadly one.

"T-That works too?"

Wu Yuan was astounded. The 'reverence' he made Zhang Yang feel the day before was with his super strength and condensed killing intention on the wooden spear, which scared the cr*p out of Zhang Yang.

But now, Wu Yuan was very clear that Zhang Yang's throwing technique was close to nothing, but the feeling of 'reverence' was from the wooden spear itself. No, it wasn't that simple. The power inside that wooden spear had formed some kind of balance with Zhang Yang, which was the source of the danger he felt.

Not only that, but Wu Yuan also felt that the wooden spear in Zhang Yang's hands could soar like a bird at any time.

This was a completely different concept from the wooden spear throwing technique he had taught before.

"Sure enough. Is this what it means when they say 'people who walk different paths can't make plans together'?"

Wu Yuan mumbled to himself and decided to never instruct Zhang Yang on throwing skills again in the future as this acted in a way that defeated his purpose.

"Here, Wu Yuan, have this Spear of Imprisonment. The imprisonment spell attached to it can only be activated once. But with your uncanny throwing ability, it will definitely surprise our enemies. By the way, as long as the enemy is hit by this wooden spear, they will fall into a state of imprisonment for one to three seconds.

"Also, pick out a few soldiers with the best throwing ability; I want to equip them all with a Spear of Imprisonment. It's a pity, though. I can't imagine how awesome it would be if I mastered an explosive spell instead.

"Oh, from now on, you have to sharpen wooden spears specifically for me. I want them in the best quality. Give me 180 of them for now. I'll get some sleep first, wake me up if anything happens."

Zhang Yang finished giving his orders in one breath and turned around to leave in a blaze of glory, leaving the confused Wu Yuan behind.

"Ugh, Village Chief, I—"

Wu Yuan sighed. He was going to say that according to his intuition, the power in this enchanted weapon couldn't be as effective in his hands as it would be in Zhang Yang's. After all, it was no longer a conventional weapon.