Chapter 37

Soon, the masters of the sword forge were all alarmed and rushed over.

Upon learning the ins and outs of the matter, the masters couldn’t help but shake their heads and laugh, treating the incident as a farce.

No one took it seriously.

A young man, even if he knew a bit about sword forging, could he really ruin the reputation of this sword forge?

Someone went to advise Wang Tianyang, saying, "Old Wang, calm down. Young people are often impulsive; why take it so seriously? Given your status, if you were to fuss over this, it would be a loss of dignity."

Wang Tianyang angrily retorted, "Dignity my ass. I’ve been a free spirit all my life, indulging in drinking, gambling, and women. How could I be the type to care about dignity? Just watch and see!"

He walked to the furnace, picked up the tongs, and while adding charcoal to the fire, loudly said, "That Su something, come and make a scene, let us all see what you can do!"

The sword masters all smiled bitterly, knowing well that Wang Tianyang had this stubborn and bad temper.

"Young man, since you are a friend of Young Master Huang, if you want to forge a sword, I can help you. Why quarrel with Old Wang?"

Someone kindly advised Su Yi, "Go and apologize to Old Wang, and this matter will be over."

Su Yi casually replied, "I came here to forge a sword, not to quarrel with someone unrelated."

With that, he walked to the furnace.

There was a large copper table here, with a variety of forging tools neatly arranged on it.

"Put the sword forging materials here."

Su Yi looked at the attendants and instructed.

Seeing this, the forging masters frowned, quite displeased. How could this young man be so disrespectful?

However, for the sake of Huang Qianjun’s face, they didn’t scold him. Otherwise, they would have already driven Su Yi away.

One of the forging masters looked at Huang Qianjun and complained, "Young Master Huang, who is this friend of yours? So young, yet so arrogant!"

Huang Qianjun, who was already annoyed, retorted, "Enough of your nonsense. Just wait and see if my brother Su can do it."

The masters didn’t dare to argue, but their gazes towards Su Yi became even more displeased.

"Since Young Master Huang says so, let’s see what this young friend can do!"

One of them coldly snorted.

The others also had a mindset of watching a show, planning to see Su Yi make a fool of himself.

As the attendants placed the various sword forging materials, Su Yi began his work.

Forging a mere ordinary long sword was nothing difficult for him.

First, he put six or seven materials into the furnace, then instructed Wang Tianyang,

"Increase the fire, and stop when I say so."

Everyone was stunned. This kid was really not polite, actually bossing Old Wang around like this!

Wang Tianyang’s face twitched violently. He suppressed his boiling anger and kept adding charcoal and materials to enhance the fire.

After about half an hour,

Su Yi casually sprinkled some red copper powder into the furnace and instructed again, "Increase the fire."

Wang Tianyang, with a sullen face, did as he was told without a word.

He was seething with anger, planning to vent it on Su Yi when he made a mistake.

In the following time, Su Yi would occasionally throw in a forging material and instruct Wang Tianyang to control the fire, treating him like a mere stoker.

This made the other forging masters very uncomfortable, thinking Su Yi was extremely disrespectful and arrogant.

Huang Qianjun, however, felt a sense of anticipation.

He could see that Su Yi was calm and confident during the forging process.

"The worst outcome would be that the sword Su Yi forges is not as good as what Old Wang can make. But as long as it succeeds, it won’t be a complete loss. That’s enough."

Thinking this, Huang Qianjun felt increasingly relaxed.

"Increase the fire."

"Not enough, keep going."

"More."

... For the next while, only Su Yi’s instructions to Wang Tianyang to stoke the fire echoed in the room.

Wang Tianyang’s face grew increasingly grim, his nose flaring, and his bald head almost smoking from anger.

Huang Qianjun and the forging masters also had varied expressions.

After about an hour, the furnace flames roared, and the room felt like a boiling lava volcano.

Everyone was drenched in sweat, their clothes soaked.

Wang Tianyang, who was closest to the furnace, had sweat streaming down his bald head, his dark face flushed red.

Even this master of sword forging was almost unable to bear it.

At this moment, Su Yi took out a purple-striped red gold ring and threw it into the furnace.

Boom!

Flames surged, emitting a dazzling light.

Visible to the naked eye, the ring slowly melted, turning into a faint purple, crystalline liquid.

Without hesitation, Su Yi poured five pounds of mystic ice water into the furnace.

The cold water and the boiling furnace met with a hiss, instantly enveloping the room in a cloud of steam.

Everyone’s vision became blurry, and they instinctively retreated, fearing the scalding steam.

After a while, Wang Tianyang’s angry voice echoed through the mist,

"Who has ever heard of pouring mystic ice water into a furnace for quenching? I’ve never seen such a ridiculous forging method!"

There was disdain, anger, and questioning.

The forging masters were also speechless.

They had never seen anyone forge a sword like Su Yi, it was completely reckless!

Soon, the heat and steam in the room gradually dissipated.

People’s vision cleared.

Wang Tianyang’s eyebrows and beard were singed off, his already sparse hair completely gone, leaving his head as bald as a boiled egg.

He was furious, his teeth gritted.

Su Yi, however, remained calm and focused, holding a pair of tongs and examining a rough sword ingot closely.

The ingot was entirely black, with a faint purple luster, but otherwise unremarkable.

"This sword ingot doesn’t look bad..."

One of the forging masters remarked in surprise.

Another said, "It’s just an ingot. We’ll have to see if it can withstand the hammering. I don’t believe a crude ingot like this can produce a good sword."

"This sword, both in quality and sharpness, should be excellent. Since this young friend is here to challenge, he must be able to forge a good sword!"

Someone chuckled, deliberately stirring the pot.

"These guys are clearly planning to watch a show!"

Huang Qianjun thought to himself, not saying a word. He was confident that in the end, it would be the others who would be embarrassed.

Su Yi placed the ingot on a thick iron anvil, holding a large hammer in his right hand and striking it down.

Clang!

Sparks flew, the sound echoing.

Everyone’s eardrums buzzed, their expressions changing. This kid had quite a bit of strength; a hundred-pound hammer was as light as a feather in his hands, controlled with ease.

At this moment, Wang Tianyang’s gaze was also fixed on Su Yi’s movements, waiting for him to make a mistake...

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of hammering echoed continuously, sparks flying like fireworks, creating a beautiful scene.

Gradually, everyone sensed something was off.

"What technique is this? The sound has a unique rhythm, like breathing. The ingot also flickers in response to the hammering."

One of the forging masters couldn’t help but say.

Others also looked puzzled, clearly sensing the same.

In the shower of sparks, each hammer strike had a mysterious rhythm. Under this continuous hammering, the originally rough ingot gradually contracted, solidified, and transformed...

"Could this kid really have a unique sword forging technique?"

This thought appeared in the minds of the forging masters, their expressions becoming more serious.

Initially, they were annoyed by Su Yi’s arrogance and had prepared to teach him a lesson if he failed, showing him the consequences of overestimating himself.

But now...

No one dared to think that way.

As experienced sword forgers, they could clearly see that Su Yi’s technique was far from ordinary.

"Look, look!"

Huang Qianjun was inwardly shouting with excitement, "I knew it. Once Su Yi shows his skills, he’ll humble these arrogant old men."

The people at the Apricot Yellow Medical Hall were a warning!

Huang Qianjun couldn’t help but look at Wang Tianyang.

The bald sword master was standing there, his eyes fixed on Su Yi’s movements, his dark face changing, his chest heaving.

Clearly, he was deeply moved!

"Haha, hahaha, even this stubborn old lecher is stunned?"

Huang Qianjun was elated, almost laughing out loud.

He had never seen Wang Tianyang so flustered!

This old man was so arrogant that even his father, Huang Yunchong, didn’t command his respect, but now, he might be humbled by Su Yi!

After a long while—

Clang!

A clear, resonant sound of a sword echoed in the room.

To everyone’s ears, it was like a cold, heavenly melody, making them shiver and snap out of their thoughts.

Even Huang Qianjun’s attention was drawn.

There—

A two-foot-seven-inch, three-finger-wide, clear black long sword was held in Su Yi’s hand.

Though black, the sword had a translucent, ethereal quality, like the vast night sky. The edges were sharp, but the sharpness was hidden.

As Su Yi moved his wrist, the sword’s black surface occasionally flashed a faint purple luster, adding a touch of mystique.

It was full of vitality.

"This..."

The forging masters were all moved, their eyes filled with admiration. What a wonderful, naturally vibrant sword!

Faced with this sword, their proud hearts were quietly humbled.

"This sword is far from ordinary!"

Huang Qianjun’s heart pounded violently. When he looked at the sword, it felt like his eyes were being pierced. He knew how extraordinary this sword was.

Buzz!

At this moment, Su Yi lightly tapped the sword with his finger, and it instantly emitted a purple glow, humming like a low thunder, rolling through the room.

Seeing this, Su Yi nodded, a satisfied look on his face.

Though not a spirit weapon, the sword, infused with purple-striped red gold, had a touch of vitality, making it far superior to ordinary swords, somewhere between a mundane weapon and a spirit weapon!

"You... What forging technique did you use?"

At this moment, the silent Wang Tianyang finally spoke, his eyes dazed, as if in shock.

Su Yi glanced at the sword master, "Want to learn? I can teach you."

Wang Tianyang’s body trembled, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Then, his face changed dramatically.

In the end—

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, this renowned sword master of Guangling City showed a look of extreme shame.

He deeply bowed, lowering his head in respect:

"Your skills are unparalleled, I, Wang, am in awe!"

"Your character is noble, I, Wang, am also in awe!"

His words were firm, and the room fell silent.

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ps: The first chapter is updated early, the second will be updated around 4 PM.

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