Wolf's Den.

"Don't worry about it, money can be earned back!"

Ye Bai comforted Xue Meng in this way.

He glanced at the bill, which was the debt owed by the God of War.

With Xue Meng's net worth, he could earn it back in a few years of working for free.

Originally, the friends in the Wolf's Den were quite particular; they just wanted to have fun and be happy.

Who knew that after Xue Meng arrived, he would frantically urge everyone to pack up their leftovers, eating and taking them with them.

Butterfly Dream couldn't dissuade her.

Even if God commits a sin, one can still live.

Those who reap what they sow will not live.

Xue Meng never expected that it was Xiu Luo who was treating, but he would end up paying the bill.

"Gurgle—gurgle—"

He downed a large bottle of liquor, his face contorted with grief and sorrow, "I shouldn't have come to the Wolf's Den..."

"I'm applying for resignation tomorrow and transferring to the Legion Command Center. If I stay any longer, I'll have to sell my equipment to pay off my debts..."

Sorrow wells up within me and cannot be stopped.

"Another glass of water, please."

Knowing that he would be paying the bill, Xue Meng became frugal.

I don't even dare to drink alcohol anymore.

How could someone as kind-hearted as Ye Bai stand by and watch his friend fall into such a sorry state?!

Ye Bai gritted his teeth and hardened his heart.

He closed his eyes.

Sure enough, that made me feel much better.

"Enough!"

Ye Bai simply couldn't stand it anymore.

"What kind of behavior is this, a fine young man crying and sobbing like this!"

"Come on, come inside with me!"

Ye Bai dragged Xue Meng, the ninth-level War God, into the deepest office.

The door closed.

Ye Bai rolled his eyes.

"What are you afraid of? You have more than one dad who can pay for your things."

"You know nothing!"

Xue Meng tossed his hammer into the corner and sighed.

“If I spend too much money, my second uncle will lock me up in a dark room.”

"Put them in a dark room?!"

Ye Bai seemed to have caught something strange in his words, "Why lock them in a dark room?"

"Cut me down..."

Seemingly triggering muscle memory, Xue Meng trembled all over.

"My second father said that I was not learning swordsmanship properly and was wasting money, so he should just beat me up."

Ye Bai nodded slowly.

No wonder he's the second brother; even his upbringing is so strict.

"By the way, the demon blacksmith I found for you before, she's recently come to her senses."

They're processing the paperwork today; they should be arriving at the Eternal Core City soon.

The news brought by Xue Meng made Ye Bai's eyes light up.

"Really, what level of equipment can he forge?"

My second brother agreed to this when he was level 60, but it was delayed until level 120.

Xue Meng said in a deep voice, "SSS-level equipment."

"Only the most skilled blacksmiths can manufacture this kind of equipment."

Moreover, one can only forge a few pieces in a lifetime, after which one's energy and spirit will severely decline, making it impossible to forge SSS-level equipment again.

"We ran out of blacksmithing here a long time ago, which is why we went to the demon realm to capture a master blacksmith."

As he spoke, Xue Meng pointed to the hammer in the corner and said,

"Even this hammer is only SS-grade. Sigh, I'll sell it to you for 100,000 War God Merit Points, do you want it?"

"I need a hammer, but what good is it?"

Ye Bai was curious about something else.

"Since it's SS-grade equipment, why don't you switch to a sword?"

Xue Meng once said that he was once a young man who used a sword.

On the fourteenth floor, when Ye Bai fought Xue Meng's projection, the opponent also used a sword.

Using a hammer was a last resort.

"Do you think I wanted this?!"

Xue Meng rolled his eyes and said helplessly,

"My second father had very high expectations of me. If I didn't meet his standards, he wouldn't let me use a sword."

I used to have an S-rank sword that I could use until level 980, but my second father broke it.

The sword is broken?!

Ye Bai suddenly felt a chill in a certain part of his body.

Second brother has such cruel methods?

Third Brother's torment of people is a form of mental torture.

My second brother, on the other hand, went straight for physical and humane annihilation, even breaking his sword!

Suddenly, I realized that among the three supreme experts, only the eldest brother, Nightmare, seemed relatively normal.

Aside from the fact that the heart drawn is a bit ugly, Nightmare is flawless.

Ye Bai quickly changed the subject, "What are your second brother's requirements for you?"

Xue Meng spread his hands.

"It's quite simple, you just need to know more sword moves than He does."

Ye Bai looked at Xue Meng with pity, "If I may ask, do you think you'll ever have the chance to wield a sword again in your lifetime?"

"Don't look down on me!"

Xue Meng was furious. How could they look down on people like that!

"My second father only knew 108,001 sword moves, but I have already learned 36,000!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

Ye Bai nodded repeatedly. For Xue Meng's situation, just agreeing and agreeing was enough.

We're short 70,000 skills!

Most importantly, the second brother is like a humanoid walking sword-wielding machine.

Wherever you go, you gain insights.

Where you don't understand, try to understand.

Some people spend six hours farming countless Wind Elemental Lords before finally getting a single [Wind Without Distance].

Some people, perhaps in the blink of an eye, can comprehend divine skills like "cutting off the flow of water" or "turning the tide."

It can only be said that even among the strongest, there are differences.

"arrive."

Xue Meng stood up and called Ye Bai over.

"Let's go pick up your master blacksmith."

"My second uncle said it took a lot of effort to get the other party to change their mind!"

As he spoke, he led Ye Bai outside.

...

Outside the Eternal Forest,

A teleportation array opened silently.

On the other side of the portal, a figure dressed in white and carrying a sword stood with his back to the portal.

Beside Wuhen, besides the sword slave, there was another figure shrouded in black mist.

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