A pile of what looked like scrap metal suddenly appeared in front of the craftsman.

To others, it might just be a bunch of seemingly useless and worthless things, but the craftsman is no ordinary person. He can see at a glance that there is a hidden secret and a hidden world within.

"So, can this thing be restored to its original state?" Gu Changqing asked directly.

"Sure, no problem, sir. I may not be good at other things, but I've almost never made a mistake in this. Just watch and see," the craftsman said confidently.

The pile of parts looked very ordinary on the surface, so ordinary that they were inconspicuous and not worth mentioning. The craftsman took out a bottle of unknown liquid and wiped the parts to remove the dirt and impurities on the surface. After a while, the parts seemed to have been transformed, and they looked shiny and bright.

The craftsman's heart skipped a beat, and he said with full confidence, "It is indeed no ordinary item. I was right."

"Sir, are you interested in selling this item to exchange for some spirit stones?" the craftsman asked earnestly.

Besides his hobby of forging weapons, he also enjoys collecting weapons from ancient times, even those that are in pieces like this. He doesn't care about their completeness; as long as he has something good, nothing else matters. He can just repair it, right?

"No need. I have plenty of spirit stones. Stop talking nonsense and fix it for me now, or don't blame me for being impolite." Gu Changqing cut to the chase and refused without hesitation.

"Um... please don't be angry, sir. I was just asking casually. If you don't want to, that's fine. I'll repair the weapon right away," the craftsman said humbly.

He had just witnessed this person's prowess and, knowing his own limitations, dared not confront him directly.

Without saying anything more, he began to take action.

With swift and fluid movements, he quickly arranged the scattered parts into a complete large sword.

Then he took out a vessel made of special materials, covered with densely packed ancient and mysterious symbols, like tadpole script, which were incomprehensible to most people.

The vessel contained a white, transparent, water-like liquid, the purpose of which was unknown.

The craftsman picked up the vessel and poured the transparent liquid inside evenly onto the greatsword. In an instant, the fine cracks on the sword not only disappeared completely, but it also emitted a dazzling light, filling the entire room with a radiant, sun-like glow.

This shocked the craftsman immensely. Although he knew it was a treasure, he never expected it to attract so much attention.

"What were you just doing? Could it have damaged my precious sword?" Gu Changqing asked, a sudden thought striking him.

Just to be on the safe side, Gu Changqing asked again. If the treasured sword was damaged again, wouldn't its power naturally decrease? Wouldn't that mean he'd been tricked?

"Sir, you are overthinking this. This is my unique secret technique, a closely guarded secret that I cannot disclose. I hope you understand. Besides, would I do something so thankless? If you come looking for me again, I might lose my life. Even if you are magnanimous enough not to kill me, my reputation will be ruined. Wouldn't that be destroying my own brand?" the craftsman said sincerely.

“That’s true, I doubt you would dare to do that,” Gu Changqing said seriously.

"Is it all done?" Jiang Qingcheng asked with a questioning look.

"Not yet, please wait patiently, sir. There is still an important step that needs to be done, otherwise all the previous efforts will be in vain," the craftsman explained in detail.

The craftsman immediately closed his eyes, muttered incantations, and casually made a hand seal. Instantly, a faint halo appeared in his palm, like an ancient divine halo, its light dazzling, as if there were countless stars in his palm, incomparably brilliant and boundless.

As he kept chanting, the halo grew bigger and bigger. When the halo reached a certain size, the craftsman then infused it into the precious sword.

Instantly, a beam of light entered the treasured sword, slowly merging into it and becoming one with it.

In an instant, Gu Changqing sensed that the knife was different. A more terrifying and sharper aura than before was faintly roaring out, extremely frightening!

Gu Changqing took a closer look and saw that the precious sword fit perfectly, without a single flaw, just like new.

Gu Changqing was overjoyed and prepared to pick up the treasured sword to test it, but was stopped.

"Wait, sir, haste makes waste. I haven't finished yet," the craftsman said with a smile.

"It's so troublesome, then hurry up and do it." Gu Changqing complained casually.

After saying this, the swordsmith put the sword into a furnace and heated it over a high fire for forty-nine minutes before taking the sword out of the furnace with a tool.

Then he placed the broadsword into a long container and carefully handed it to Gu Changqing.

"Why is that? Is this part of the process?" Gu Changqing asked with some doubt.

"No, it's already finished. It's just that it was too hot when it came out of the furnace, so we put it in a container to cool it down quickly," the craftsman explained with a smile.

Gu Changqing smiled faintly: "No need. Doing so would be superfluous and make things seem like adding unnecessary details. I'm not afraid of that."

After saying that, Gu Changqing took the precious sword in his hand with his bare hands.

This scene terrified the craftsman. He was shocked. "My God, is this person indestructible? He's holding something so hot in his hand without batting an eye, as if it were a game. It's terrifying!"

Jiang Qingcheng glanced at the craftsman's incredibly surprised expression, smiled faintly, and said that this little bit of warmth was nothing to her husband.

Gu Changqing's attention was now entirely focused on the sword in his hand. He carefully examined it and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it; it was completely different from before.

He then plucked a hair from his body and placed it on the blade, and a scene that surprised him unfolded.

The hair was split in two, which delighted him greatly. His hair was no ordinary hair; it was incredibly strong and as hard as a rock. He never expected that this precious sword could split it in two. It was truly amazing and a fine sword indeed.

This time, the precious sword didn't shatter into pieces like before, proving that the craftsman had indeed done a good job. Therefore, Gu Changqing was very satisfied with the craftsman's skills and casually asked, "How many spirit stones do you need?"

The craftsman said cautiously, "Originally, it would have required one million top-grade spirit stones, but since I have immense respect for you, senior, I'll make a discount and give you five hundred thousand."

The reason he wanted a lower price wasn't just out of admiration, but more out of fear. He was afraid that if he didn't do something right and offended his senior, his fate would be terrible. So he was willing to earn less, because his life was more important.