"Why? Is it because there's a lack of materials for forging?" Lin Tian asked curiously.

Luo Lin nodded, then shook her head, and said, "You could say that. Every good sword should be unique, which makes the required materials hard to find. It indeed takes time for a swordsmith to find the right materials."

"Hmm, I agree with your point. Every good sword is unique, not only because of its special materials but also because of different forging environments each time," Lin Tian agreed.

"Materials are just one aspect. Moreover, Sinmore's caster isn't here; he's gone to look for new materials. But that's not the most troublesome part. The most troublesome is that weapons forged by the Blood Clan must be engraved with witchcraft to deal with other Blood Clan members. The more powerful the witchcraft, the harder it is to engrave, so a good sword might take a year or even several years to finally forge."

Luo Lin looked at Lin Tian, feeling a bit embarrassed in her words, as she hadn't been able to fulfill Lin Tian's request.

"Lin Tian, what she said is true. Weapons forged by the Blood Clan need to incorporate witchcraft to harm the Blood Clan. Did you see the dagger on that little girl's back? That's a weapon with witchcraft infused in it," the Sword Spirit suddenly said in his mind.

"Why didn't you mention this earlier?" Lin Tian was quite disdainful of this guy. Clearly, it claimed to be at the elder level, but it forgot such an important matter.

"Uh, well, although I'm on the elder level, I'm not young anymore. It's normal to have occasional memory lapses," the Sword Spirit stammered a bit, stubbornly trying to defend itself.

Lin Tian mentally flipped it off. "I think you don't have intermittent amnesia, but acute short-term mental disorder."

"Acute short-term mental disorder? What is that?" the Sword Spirit asked, genuinely puzzled.

"Intermittent insanity," Lin Tian said helplessly. Indeed, the generation gap with this ancient being was monumental.

"I won't bicker with you. Since forging isn't possible, I'm going back to sleep. You go ahead and chat," the Sword Spirit irresponsibly said and then fell silent.

Lin Tian expressed disdain once again, thinking about how it woke others up and then went back to sleep itself. Where is the justice? Where is the rationale?

Luo Lin, seeing Lin Tian not speaking for a while, thought he was upset. She hesitated and said, "Although I can't forge weapons, there is a weapon arsenal here at the Crown Bar. I can take you to see it. If there's anything suitable, you can use it first."

"Weapon arsenal? Let's go then," Lin Tian's spirits lifted, and he quickly urged.

Halfway through their breakfast, the three of them left, causing a buzz in the hall as the Blood Clan members excitedly discussed, with the topic naturally being Lin Tian.

Lin Tian had already followed Luo Lin and Reya to a warehouse door. This warehouse was deeper than the underground bar, already on the second basement level.

Luo Lin entered a password at the door, and with a click, the warehouse door slowly opened. Lin Tian walked in and found this warehouse was the size of a basketball court.

Inside the warehouse, there were many shelves displaying various cold weapons—swords, greatswords, hammers, shields, daggers, and even metallic armors. But all these weapons were covered in a layer of dust, indicating that they hadn't been used for a long time.

"The weapons here were seized from enemies and stored here if they were good enough. However, very few people use them, so they have remained untouched," Luo Lin explained.

Lin Tian glanced around and saw that indeed, the weapons showed signs of wear. But upon further inspection, he shook his head, finding nothing appealing.

These weapons were sharper than ordinary swords. Moreover, Lin Tian could sense a peculiar energy within them, likely the witchcraft energy the Sword Spirit mentioned.

Yet this witchcraft energy was useless to ordinary people and ineffective against Ancient Martial Artists, only useful for dealing with the Blood Clan. Plus, their energy levels were too low.

Lin Tian hadn't used many weapons, but each one was exceptional, with the Purple Flame Gold Sword being the best, followed by the Demon Blade Muramasa, the Soul-devouring Blade, and the Sword of the King. The energy levels of these were absurdly high, and compared to them, these weapons in the warehouse were not even stars to their moons.

Even Luo Lin's two black daggers were far superior to these. But it makes sense; if there were good stuff, someone would have already taken them.

"Brother Tian, if you're not satisfied, there are more inside," Reya suggested upon seeing Lin Tian shake his head.

Lin Tian continued walking deeper until he suddenly stopped at a shelf. Luo Lin looked at the items on the shelf and asked curiously, "You're interested in hot weapons?"

Luo Lin was right. The front shelves contained hot weapons, but not modern rifles or machine guns—rather, they were some very old-looking revolvers.

These revolvers were dark silver in color, with golden patterns on the gun body, and were larger than a regular revolver. Lin Tian remembered the caliber of an M500 revolver is 12.7mm. Due to the large size of the M500's bullets, it could only hold five rounds, but its power was phenomenal. It's reputed to be twice as powerful as the famous "Desert Eagle," nicknamed "hand cannon."

However, the revolver before him had a larger caliber than the M500. Just how powerful it was, probably only the Blood Clan knew.

"These revolvers are called Hunter. The gun body and bullets have undergone special treatment, allowing them to harm Blood Clan members from a distance, especially if it hits their heart, it's basically a one-shot kill," Reya explained.

"Such a good weapon, and you don't use it. If I'm not mistaken, it's probably because the method of making the bullets was lost, so these can only be museum pieces," Lin Tian speculated.

"You're not wrong. The bullet-making method is too complex. To this day, the elders haven't been able to reproduce this ancient crafting technique," Luo Lin said with slight regret. A good weapon should shine brightly in combat, but now it could only lie here quietly, waiting until everyone slowly forgot about it.

After looking around, apart from this revolver being somewhat appealing, there wasn't anything particularly impressive, and Lin Tian didn't feel like browsing anymore. He directly activated his super vision, scanning the entire warehouse.

For Lin Tian, there was his own standard for good weapons, and that standard is the Purple Flame Gold Sword. Of course, something slightly inferior should not be worse than the Demon Blade Muramasa or the Sword of the King.

After looking through, Lin Tian felt disappointed and chuckled self-deprecatingly. If there were weapons at the level of the Sword of the King in the warehouse, would it even be his turn?

"Forget it; I won't look anymore. Let's talk about weapons some other time," Lin Tian said, feeling somewhat disappointed.

Luo Lin and Reya felt quite embarrassed as well, but there was nothing they could do since that's all the warehouse contained.

The three turned to leave when suddenly the Sword Spirit's voice rang in Lin Tian's mind, "Kid, wait a minute..."

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