Chapter 47

Chapter 21: Flame Demon? Yama!

"Blank?!" After the white flames dissipated, the big man rushed forward and supported the swaying blacksmith: "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fine! I've never felt better!" The blacksmith looked at the weapon in the furnace, his eyes filled with joy and satisfaction, then suddenly turned to shout at Ye Qi: "Kid, there's one last step! What's its name?"

"It used to be called Demon Hunter!"

Ye Qi answered truthfully.

"Demon Hunter? So cliché? How can the first holy weapon I forged have such a cliché name!" The blacksmith shook his head, clearly disapproving of the name: "Your ability is flame control, so how about Blazing Heat? No, that's not good either! It's too cliché! Demon Flame? Hmm... Demon Flame? Yama! That's good! Hahaha..."

Amidst his laughter, the blacksmith turned and opened a cabinet behind him, taking out a bottle of dark golden liquid. He poured it into the weapon in the furnace in a special pattern.

"Sizzle..."

The dark golden liquid reacted violently with the flames in the furnace. When the sound stopped, a narrow-bladed long sword floated up, with a two-handed hilt and a four-foot-long, gleaming blade, radiating a cold light.

"Hum..."

A familiar sword hum sounded, and the entire long sword flew towards Ye Qi like a bird returning to the forest.

Without hesitation, Ye Qi caught the long sword, and immediately a familiar feeling rose in his heart. Although its appearance had changed, Ye Qi still felt as if he was holding the Demon Hunter short sword.

"Yama, huh?" Caressing the blade, Ye Qi said to himself: "Whether it's Demon Hunter or Yama, you are an indispensable partner to me! In the days to come, we will fight side by side again!"

"Hum..."

The joyful sword hum echoed through the back hall.

Is this the resonance between the user and the holy weapon that the strange wolf mentioned? It's truly wonderful!

It felt like an extension of his arm, as if it were a part of his body. Even the excitement caused by the holy weapon Emerald Leaf couldn't give Ye Qi the same sense of freedom and control that the Yama sword did.

Immersed in the feeling, Ye Qi secretly opened the system attribute panel:

Yama (Starlight): A holy weapon forged by infusing a large amount of star iron into the awakened holy soul of the Demon Hunter short sword. Effects: Unmatched sharpness; Yama Slash 3 times/day.

Unmatched Sharpness: The blade, empowered by the wielder's will, can cut through steel.

Yama Slash: Absorbs the energy of the sun, moon, and stars, storing it in the blade. It can be released in a slash, with an armor-piercing effect.

Armor-Piercing: Ignores the defense provided by various types of light and heavy armor, and increases damage to magical armor by 50%.

Looking at the attributes of the Yama sword, Ye Qi smiled and swung the Yama sword—whether in close combat or ranged attacks, we will surely bring "surprises" to everyone!

"Kid, are you satisfied?"

The blacksmith, who had been supported by the big man to sit aside, interrupted Ye Qi.

"Very satisfied!"

Ye Qi held the Yama sword and bowed slightly to the blacksmith to express his gratitude—allowing the short sword to be reborn as the Yama sword was all thanks to the blacksmith. Feeling the Yama sword as if it were part of his own flesh and blood, Ye Qi would not forget this favor.

"Very good! Thank you for your patronage, ten thousand gold pence!" Ye Qi's body stiffened, and the gratitude he had felt was instantly dispelled by the blacksmith's words. The blacksmith continued confidently: "Although I agreed to reforge your weapon, I never said I wouldn't charge for the materials! The star iron I infused into the Yama sword is expensive, but since I'm in a good mood today, I'll give you a 20% discount—ten thousand gold pence! And no credit, but I accept any form of collateral, such as houses, cars, or valuable items..."

Staring at the blacksmith's sly smile, even though he knew the blacksmith was extraordinary, Ye Qi still had the urge to test the power of the Yama Slash...

However, under the big man's mediation, the Demon Hunter's idea was not realized. Thanks to the big man, the exorbitant price of ten thousand gold pence was reduced to one thousand gold pence. Moreover, after the Demon Hunter's haggling, not only was the big man's debt included, but he also managed to get a black shark skin scabbard from the blacksmith.

Amidst the blacksmith's shouts of being stingy, a miser, and the most unwelcome person, the Demon Hunter and the big man quickly left the Holy Hammer Weapon Collection—having been away all night, it was not a good thing for an apostle student at headquarters. If they didn't return before the instructors noticed, they would likely face some reprimands and punishments.

Of course, if the instructor who noticed them was the giant, everything would naturally be calm. But if it was the cold-faced man...

Just thinking about the cold-faced man's deadly personality, the Demon Hunter pulled the big man, increasing their running speed even more.

...

The morning sun in Shaker was exceptionally bright, warm but not scorching, shining through the glass of the Tower of Knowledge, enveloping the rows of bookshelves and readers.

The Demon Hunter held a copy of "The Dark Origins of Wizards" and slowly flipped through it—fortunately, with the cover of several new apostles, including the small man and Ava, he and the big man safely avoided the cold-faced man's roll call and entered the Tower of Knowledge.

"You are truly lucky!" This was the nineteenth time the strange wolf had sighed after leaving the Holy Hammer Weapon Collection. Although the Demon Hunter impatiently rubbed his ears in protest, the strange wolf's voice continued to harass his mind: "Kid, do you know? The awakening of a holy weapon is a big deal! Each holy weapon has its unique and distinct characteristics, making it one of a kind! Only its first-generation wielder can fully unleash its power. You are truly lucky! I remember the last time a holy weapon awakened was nine hundred years ago..."

Since gripping the hilt of Yama, the Demon Hunter had already noticed its difference from other holy weapons. Therefore, when the strange wolf first said these words, the Demon Hunter listened attentively, almost memorizing every word. However, he soon regretted his attentiveness—nineteen repetitions were a torment for him, who could recite them backward...

Trying to block out the strange wolf's nagging, the Demon Hunter focused on the book in his hands. However, he clearly underestimated the strange wolf's persistence.

"What book are you reading, 'The Dark Origins of Wizards'?!" The strange wolf exclaimed in the Demon Hunter's mind, then said with disdain: "Books are just the victors' trumpets, casting their praises for future generations, while the truth has long been buried..."

"Shut up!" The Demon Hunter finally couldn't hold back and burst out: "I just want to read about the wizards' power system! I have no interest in a history that has been distorted beyond recognition! So, please shut up! Do all species become forgetful and nagging as they age?"