Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1324: 432: Shattered Star Sword, Yellow Mustard Bag, Preparations for Departure, Rankings and Rewards (Part 2)

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While the Inner City buzzed with excitement over the Martial Arts Competition finals, Xia Hong quietly arrived at the Artifact Refining Pavilion. Mu Dong presented reforged Dragon Sparrow and Cold Blood blades, now vastly heavier, along with a renewed Heavenly Transformation Sword for Madam and six new Ten Thousand Forging Level weapons. The standout was the Shattered Star Sword, weighing over 20 million catties, forged from immense quantities of rare ores after months of grueling labor by hundreds of blacksmiths.

At that moment, he halted briefly, his face lighting up with enthusiasm as he continued, “This Mystic Light Armor doesn’t just boost durability and mass; it sharply amplifies the edge’s keenness too. We embedded a layer of Mystic Light Armor along the sword’s edge, concentrating it heavily in the blade. Regarding its sharpness, I’d say…”

Shhh—

Xia Hong had now gradually unsheathed the Shattered Star Sword from its sheath.

The moment the Shattered Star Sword came out, Xia Hong instantly felt its weight at just over twenty million jin, while the scabbard accounted for the extra one million jin or so.

Exactly!

This Shattered Star Sword’s scabbard was forged from Ten Thousand Forging Level iron as well.

The Shattered Star Sword’s blade matched the scabbard’s black hue, yet it sparkled with myriad tiny luminous points across its surface, resembling a starry sky in fragments—perfectly living up to its Shattered Star name.

Instinctively, Xia Hong raised his gaze toward the remaining nine weapons.

Mu Dong caught on to Xia Hong’s intent right away and anxiously waved him off: “Lord, don’t do it. Wait until you’re in the wilds to try the blade!”

“Hahaha, easy, easy, I won’t be so wasteful.”

Xia Hong chuckled heartily, gesturing for Mu Dong to calm down. Crafting each Ten Thousand Forging Level weapon demanded vast amounts of labor and materials. Wasting them on tests screamed of lavish excess, something Great Xia couldn’t afford just yet.

“Lord, follow me please!”

Gazing at the Shattered Star Sword, Xia Hong grew fonder with every glance. Rather than returning it to the rack, he gripped it firmly. His eyes then shifted to the other nine, picking out the Coiling Dragon Stick too.

Clutching both weapons, Xia Hong trailed Mu Dong deeper into the quiet room, halting before a desk. The sight atop it made his features stiffen at once.

A square yellow stone slab, two meters square, rested flatly on the desk.

It appeared purely like stone at first sight, but staring at the slab as a whole stirred an odd disorientation in Xia Hong’s vision. He couldn’t resist brushing his fingers over it; the feel confirmed it was stone.

But what caused that bewildering chaos?

Mu Dong beamed widely. Once Xia Hong had touched the slab, he advanced, hoisted the full slab effortlessly, and swiftly origami-folded it into a compact bundle.

Folding the stone slab into a bundle…

This sight sparked a sudden realization in Xia Hong’s mind. Eyes widening in thrilled astonishment, he inquired, “Could this be not stone at all, but fabric?”

Mu Dong nodded with fervor, then recalled something and fetched two Ten Thousand Forged giant axes from across the room. Right before Xia Hong, he shoved them wholly into the bundle.

Those axes’ handles stretched beyond two meters; including blades, they neared three meters total. Still, the bundle in Mu Dong’s grasp measured scarcely one meter across.

Yet the giant axes vanished completely inside.

A Storage Bag!

The term raced through Xia Hong’s thoughts, his thrill barely containable. He eagerly snatched the bundle from Mu Dong, then plunged his hand inside, fingers brushing the axes within, face alight with ecstasy.

“From the ores Lord retrieved at the Jiao Long Nest, the rarest was this Yellow Mustard Stone, capable of spatial expansion. Items crafted from it offer tenfold the storage of their outer size.”

The Craftsmen Department had succeeded in crafting a Storage Bag!

Staring at the Storage Bag clutched in his palm, Xia Hong’s expression blended awe with overwhelming delight. He’d already sensed its inner space—around five cubic meters, truly about ten times the bundle’s external volume.

“How much Yellow Mustard Stone goes into crafting one like this?”

Last year’s haul from the Jiao Long Nest had been massive, leaving Xia Hong fuzzy on the Yellow Mustard Stone’s identity. Considering Storage Bags’ immense utility, he posed the vital query.

Mu Dong’s crestfallen look already hinted at the truth.

“Our total Yellow Mustard Stone from that haul tipped just over sixty jin. This Yellow Mustard Cloth bundle consumed nearly ten jin. Plus three wine flasks for the Lord took fifteen more jin, leaving us with thirty-six jin remaining.”

As if offering a priceless treasure, Mu Dong retrieved three gourd-like wine flasks in varying colors from nearby and placed them directly into the bag.

Xia Hong pulled the two massive axes from the bag, then stored the Shattered Star Sword and the Coiling Dragon Stick within it. It was only then that he turned to face Mu Dong, his look somewhat peculiar as he remarked:

“Pulling all these tricks… you knew I was going out, didn’t you?”

“Heh heh!”

Mu Dong let out a chuckle, then explained, “This subordinate knew nothing. It was the Minister who hinted to me that after the Lord left seclusion this time, you’d probably be heading out alone to scout the strength of the Feudal Towns. With the mountains high and the roads long, you ought to have something handy on you. The Yellow Mustard Bag, plus these three wine gourds, so the Lord can still sip summer wine from time to time on the road—wouldn’t that be delightful?”

“I’ll borrow your good omen, then. These two items really are quite good…”

A smile bloomed on Xia Hong’s face at those words. He gave the Yellow Mustard Bag a couple of gentle hefts to test its weight, and a spark of comprehension lit up in his eyes.

It felt more like a holding bag than a Storage Bag. The moment the Shattered Star Sword and Coiling Dragon Stick went inside, the Yellow Mustard Bag’s weight skyrocketed. This stood in stark contrast to the storage ring functions he recalled from his previous life.

Nevertheless, it proved remarkably useful.

An ordinary bundle might hold two weapons, yet carrying them on one’s back would be utterly impractical.

The Yellow Mustard Bag flawlessly addressed his travel woes.

“Alright, as for the remaining eight weapons, aside from the Dragon Sparrow, Cold Blood, and the Heavenly Transformation Sword, the other five can be sent directly into the Camp Supply Department’s armory. Have Qiu Peng bring people to set a price. Later, whenever someone in the Camp breaks through to the Xianyang Level, they can start using them first.”