By the time the two got out of the car, they had arrived at a remote village. The surrounding area was deserted with only a few small houses scattered around, and there was not a single pedestrian in sight.

"So off?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

"He's a bit of a loner, and doesn't like living in crowded places." Amamiya Haruki said as he led the way forward. "We got off here because the driver only dared to drive here. Going further ahead would only lead to barren mountains and cemeteries. We still have to go a little further into the mountains."

"Who is this sword repairer?"

“According to legend, when the Kunitsu gods, represented by the Okuninushi god, forged the nine knives of the Mizutsu sword, in addition to several Kunitsu gods who were skilled in this art, they also specially invited the most skilled swordsmith in the world, Yuki Furuzuki.

After Furuzuki Yuuki teamed up with other Kunitsu gods to create nine swords of the Horzu sword, he thought that this was the most amazing work of his life, so he asked the Okuninushi god to let him become the sword spirit of the last sword, hoping that in this way he could coexist forever with the Horzu sword and completely become one with his own work.

Later, Okuninushi agreed to his request.

After Gu Yue Yugui endowed the first eight swords with sword souls, he pierced his own heart with the ninth sword and fell into the lava together. He used a certain ritual to merge his soul with the sword and eventually became the sword soul of the ninth sword.

Lin Qiye thought thoughtfully, "In other words, the forger of Huojin Sword became the sword soul of the ninth sword, so the ninth sword has the power to repair other Huojin swords?"

"That's right, but this is limited to the knowledge level. As the soul of the sword, he cannot forge and repair the other eight swords himself, so the successor of the ninth sword in each generation is an expert in forging." Amamiya Haruki continued.

"The sword maker we are looking for is the master of the ninth sword of Huojin in this generation."

"But didn't you say that the Huojin Sword would not break? Why would it need to be repaired?"

"You asked the right question." Amamiya Haruki sighed helplessly, "Because the Huojin Sword itself is indestructible, the ability of the Ninth Sword to repair the Huojin Sword seems to be particularly useless. It has not been used many times so far. In addition, the ability of this sword itself is not very offensive, which is why the Ninth Sword gradually faded out of the [Pure Land] field of vision.

Unless due to some extremely special circumstances, the sword spirit of Huojin Sword is damaged, someone will go to find the whereabouts of the Ninth Sword Master and ask him to repair Huojin Sword..."

"So how did you find him?"

"My master brought me to see him back then."

"I see."

Lin Qiye followed Amamiya Haruki and climbed up the mountain step by step. The sky in the distance gradually darkened, the deep forests in the mountains became darker and darker, and the deserted graves that occasionally passed by around also became gloomy.

Of course, such an environment would not have any impact on Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki.

Even if something really unclean jumps out, they don't mind drawing their swords and acting as the Demon Slayer Corps.

The two walked along the mountain road for a long time, passing by one cemetery after another. When the tokens on their waists glowed slightly, they finally saw a few rays of light in the depths of the forest ahead.

It was a short old Japanese-style house, covering a large area, but looking very old. The entire house was surrounded by dark grey exterior walls, which were covered with dense spider webs and cracks. A few faint rays of light came from the house behind the wall, floating in the dark night sky, adding a sense of weirdness against the backdrop of the surrounding deep forest.

This place doesn't look like a place where normal people live...

Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki walked to the door. The latter reached out and knocked gently. After a while, the door slowly opened.

A burly man wrapped in black cloth, with sunken eyes and as haggard as a zombie, stood behind the door. A gray long knife was hung on his waist. The moment he saw his face, Lin Qiye thought that the owner of a nearby cemetery had crawled out to open the door for them.

His mental power instantly swept over the other person, and after confirming that this was a living person, he breathed a sigh of relief.

That zombie... no, that person's dead fish-like eyes swept over Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki, and finally stayed on Amamiya Haruki for a moment, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife relaxed.

"It's you..." he said hoarsely, "You knocked on the door in the middle of the night. I thought I saw a ghost."

Lin Qiye: ...

I guess even if it was a ghost knocking on the door, it would be the ghost that got scared, right?

"You don't sleep at night anyway, so it's not a bother, right?" Amamiya Haruki raised his eyebrows.

"...Come in, it's dark outside and scary."

The man opened the door and made way for Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki to walk in one after another. He closed the door with his backhand and locked it with an iron lock as big as a fist, then turned and walked towards the house.

He led the two of them along the dim wooden corridor, their feet making harsh creaking sounds on the floor. On both sides were dark rooms covered in dust, which seemed to have not been used for a long time.

Lin Qiye watched him lead them past the reception room and straight into the open-air courtyard. The courtyard was filled with heavy forging tools and a furnace was placed in the center with the flames inside still burning.

The man took out two small stools from somewhere, blew away the dust with his mouth, and placed them on the ground.

"Sit down, would you like some tea? I don't have any."

Lin Qiye: ...

"No." Amamiya Haruki sat down casually on one of the benches and looked around. "It's been four years, and there hasn't been any change here."

"He is the master of the ninth sword of Huojin, Furuhara Ryoki. This is my friend, Asaba Nanaya." Amamiya Haruki briefly introduced the two people, and Lin Qiye smiled at him politely.

Furuhara Yoshiki didn't respond, just stared at Amamiya Haruki, his dead fish eyes in his deep black eye sockets, looking scary no matter how you looked at him.

"Are you okay?"

"……have."

Amamiya Haruki turned to look at Lin Qiye, "Where's the knife?"

Lin Qiye came to his senses, took off the black box behind him, put it on the ground and opened it. The two broken pieces of the snow-white long sword were lying there quietly, flashing a cold light under the reflection of the fire.

Before coming, Lin Qiye summoned [Zhanbai] in advance and put it in the box containing straight swords.

"Take a look and see if you can repair this sword." said Haruki Amamiya.

Furuhara Yoshiki walked to the black box, squatted down, and slowly picked up the two pieces of the long knife. His dead fish eyes suddenly showed vitality, and he carefully observed the knife.

After a long moment, he nodded.

"No problem, give me five days."

Hearing his confident tone, Lin Qiye was a little surprised. It seemed that this swordsman was indeed quite capable.

Amamiya Haruki didn't seem surprised by this and spoke again: "It's fixed. Let's give it a sword spirit while we're at it."

Furuhara Ryoki was stunned.

He turned his head stiffly, "Are you kidding me?"