Chapter Twenty: Chen Zhenhai's Astonishment

The task was finally completed. Although the weapons forged were somewhat oddly shaped, at least it was a success. After all, the system hadn’t set any strict requirements this time; there was no demand to forge a sword with a particular grade.

The system reward had already been delivered—a longsword emitting a cold gleam lay quietly in the system space. Chen Bo took out the sword, feeling its weight in his hand; a three-foot-long blade was now in his grip. He swung it toward the failed products he had just forged, and with no resistance at all, the blade sliced through them effortlessly.

The cut was exceptionally smooth—if such a blow landed upon a person, its power would be unimaginable.

“Amazing! This is even stronger than the alloys on Earth. It’s like slicing through tofu—there’s not the slightest resistance,” Chen Bo exclaimed in excitement, spinning the sword in his hand.

“Relaxing Viewer tipped the streamer 333 coins. The streamer is showing off again, but the sword really does look impressive.”

“Meh, this sword doesn’t hold a candle to those in anime. It doesn’t look good at all.”

“Twisted Vine tipped the streamer 99,999 coins. If anyone really tried to make those anime-style swords, they’d break after a few uses—or even injure the wielder.”

“That’s right! Anime weapons are all about looking cool, stuffed with jagged edges or extra blades on the hilt—it’s practically self-torture! By the way, is the rich guy upstairs the president of Tencent?”

“Worshipping the Big Penguin Boss. If only I had such a longsword—it’s truly a divine weapon!”

“A treasure weapon is already this powerful; imagine what weapons beyond it are like—must be out of this world!”

Chen Bo cleared his throat and said, “Why do you all keep saying the streamer is showing off? Honestly, I’m not just showing off—I’m flaunting it. What? Unconvinced? Come transmigrate and fight me! Ahahaha!”

“I don’t know why, but I suddenly really want to give the streamer a beating. That expression is just too punchable.”

“Stephen Chow tipped the streamer 9,527 coins. This month I’m eating dirt. Also, the streamer’s laugh is even more contagious than my national language’s dubbers.”

“I tipped the streamer 1,000 coins. Why is there a limit for tipping from America?”

“I see two gods upstairs! Hurry, each pluck a leg hair—who wants one? Fifty thousand apiece!”

“Mu Li tipped the streamer 888 coins, forcefully joining the conversation.”

“Hunter Morgan tipped the streamer 999,999 coins, making a friendly gesture.”

“Damn! That’s almost a hundred million yuan! Is this what a conglomerate looks like? Incredible.”

Ignoring the increasingly off-topic barrage of comments, Chen Bo glanced over and chose to disregard them. Now, viewers from other countries were paying attention to him, and not just casually—they were highly focused. Anyone with sense could see what kind of impact Chen Bo was about to have on Earth.

As for the tipped coins, Chen Bo collected them all without hesitation. His account now held over a million coins, propelling him into the ranks of millionaires! If converted to yuan, he’d be a billionaire.

To think, Chen Bo had originally been a small-time streamer with barely five figures in savings. In less than half a month, he had become a billionaire.

After putting away the sword, he returned to his room, only to find someone seated on a wicker chair, leisurely sipping tea.

“Dad, what brings you here?” Chen Bo asked in confusion.

Chen Zhenhai set down his teacup, a trace of worry in his brow. “Bo’er, sit down. I came to ask about your plans for the future. Don’t worry—though the Ten Thousand Sword Sect is a dominant force in the Tianyang Prefecture, the Chen family is not to be trifled with. I’ll make sure you leave Tianyang safely.”

Chen Bo paused, understanding his father’s implication. Warmth flooded his heart as he waved his hand. “Don’t worry, Dad! I’ve got good news for you—my meridians are healed, and I’ve even reached the mid-stage of Skin Training!”

“Bo’er, you don’t have to fool your father. Healing meridians isn’t so simple,” Chen Zhenhai replied with a bitter smile, clearly doubting Chen Bo’s words.

It was understandable. Healing meridians was unheard of on the Wild Continent. Perhaps his perspective was limited, and he’d heard of minor meridian injuries being repaired, but Chen Bo’s meridians had been completely shattered—how could those be healed?

It’s like a broken hand can be mended, but if your hand is severed at the base and chopped into pieces, how could that ever be cured?

Chen Bo was helpless; he knew his father wouldn’t believe him. Turning over an idea in his mind, he quickly came up with a plan.

Clenching his right fist, he suddenly swung it at Chen Zhenhai. His father instinctively grabbed Chen Bo’s wrist and tugged him backward. Chen Bo’s strength slipped out of control, and his fist smashed into the wall, punching a small hole.

“Bo’er, what are you doing? How could you strike your father?”

“Dad, don’t you see? My meridians are healed, and I’ve gained a year’s worth of Yuan energy. I’m already at the mid-stage of Skin Training.” Chen Bo withdrew his hand, splintered by wood chips, and continued, “See? If I hadn’t reached Skin Training, how could I have broken the wooden wall?”

Chen Zhenhai grasped Chen Bo’s hand, shocked. “Is this… is this real? Am I dreaming?”

“Bo’er, what’s going on? Is your father dreaming, or is this reality?” Chen Zhenhai pinched himself, inhaled sharply, and muttered, “That hurts—so it’s not a dream!”

Chen Bo slipped his hand into his sleeve and took out a Small Rejuvenation Pill. “Dad, when I went for a walk in the northern district last time, I stumbled upon a cave. Inside, I found several people who had only recently died.”

“They had lots of items on them, but I could only bring back a strange sword and a bottle of pills. The next day, when I returned, their bodies had vanished.”

“My meridians were healed by this pill, and I instantly broke through to the mid-stage of Skin Training. Here’s the sword—I’ll show you.”

Chen Bo ran to the side, turned his back to his father, and took out the odd sword he’d forged from the system space.

Chen Zhenhai took the pill and the strange sword, opened the bottle, sniffed the pill, and his eyes widened. He quickly put the pill away.

Examining the odd sword, he noted its peculiar, even ugly, shape, and its shortness. Yet it looked extremely sharp—perhaps not quite as fine as his own family sword, but compared to ordinary refined steel weapons, it was miles ahead.

Chen Zhenhai didn’t believe Chen Bo’s obviously far-fetched story, but he didn’t press further. He patted Chen Bo’s shoulder, speaking earnestly, “Bo’er, remember: a man without guilt is envied for his treasures. You must hide this sword and pill well—never let others know.”

Chen Bo nodded. He knew there were plenty who would kill for treasure; it was best to get rich quietly.

Some readers have said the realms are too weak—Little Bei reflects and admits it’s true. But the outline has been set; changing it would require a major overhaul. From now on, there will be fewer details about cultivation levels—just enough for everyone to understand. Thanks for the readers’ guidance.