"Sword spirit?" Furuhara Ryoki seemed to be amused. "If I can give this sword a sword spirit, what's the difference between that and making another Huojin Sword?"

"Isn't this what you've always dreamed of?" Haruki Amamiya asked back.

He shook his head. "Back then, the Okuninushi God used all the power of the Kokujin God to create nine Huojin swords. Now, I am just a blacksmith hiding in the mountains. I want to make a Huojin sword? What do you think of the Huojin sword?"

"When Okuninushi made the sword, most of his energy was spent on forging the blade and its special properties, such as the rain from [Yubeng], the paper cranes from [Chizuru], and the ultra-long-distance projection from [Kurorope]... But you can completely skip this process now."

Pointing at the two pieces of [Zhanbai], Amamiya Haruki said, "This sword has been forged and has its own special properties. Whether it is the material or the ability, it does not belong to the Huojin Sword itself. What it lacks is only the sword spirit.

As long as you can give it a sword soul, it will be the tenth Huojin Sword in the world."

"What do you think of Sword Spirit? A cabbage? Can you give it to me just by asking?" Furuhara Ryoki said seriously:

“Becoming a sword spirit has very strict restrictions.

First, the soul itself cannot be away from the body for too long. Once its own soul power is lost, it will no longer be complete. The integrity of the soul is a necessary condition for becoming a sword soul.

Second, the soul must have extremely strong strength when it is alive, able to bear the power of the sword itself. Once its own soul strength is insufficient, it will be crushed by the power of the sword and completely destroyed.

Third, the soul must possess high intelligence and have its own thoughts. Even if the sword master is not around, it can mobilize the power of the Huojin Sword to act on its own.

Fourth, the soul must voluntarily become the soul of the Huojin Sword. Otherwise, even if it is integrated into the blade, the sword master will not be able to mobilize the power of the sword, and will instead completely destroy the Huojin Sword.

The fifth and most difficult point is that the soul's own ability must be highly consistent with the sword's special attribute, without any rejection. If your sword's special attribute is rain, then the sword soul's ability must also be related to rain."

After saying so many words in succession, he looked at Amamiya Haruki, then at Lin Qiye, and spoke slowly:

“When these nine Huojin swords were made, the Kunijin gods spent a lot of effort to collect eight sword spirits from all over Japan. Together with Master Gu Yue himself, they barely gathered the nine sword spirits.

If I'm not mistaken, the properties of this sword should be related to space. If you want to give it a sword soul, you first need a soul that also has space properties, is complete, has super strength, has high intelligence, and is willing to become a sword soul...

Today's society is no longer the same as in myths and legends. Even if you travel all over Japan, you will never find such a soul. This is why the Huojin Sword cannot be replicated in modern times.

So... do you have any souls that meet the requirements?"

Amamiya Haruki fell silent.

Although he knew something about the Hujin Sword, he had never expected that the conditions for the sword soul were so harsh. As he said, this kind of soul could not exist in the whole of Japan. In other words, it was basically impossible to give this sword a sword soul...

Lin Qiye sighed helplessly. He walked to Amamiya Haruki, patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"It's okay. As long as it can be repaired, it doesn't matter if there is no sword spirit."

Seeing this, Amamiya Haruki had no choice but to give up.

"It's getting late. You guys go find a room in the house to rest. I need to start working." Seeing the conversation was over, Furuhara Yoshiki ordered them to leave without hesitation. He picked up the two broken blades and walked towards the forging area.

Amamiya Haruki stood up from the small stool and walked towards the back room with Lin Qiye.

"Doesn't he need to sleep?" Lin Qiye asked after checking the time.

"He usually sleeps during the day and forges at night, and usually only sleeps four hours a day." Amamiya Haruki looked back at the burly and busy figure, "Because he stays here all year round and doesn't interact with others, his personality is a bit... special."

Lin Qiye nodded, and when he thought of the pair of deep black eye sockets, he understood.

He is a liver emperor...

"Since I can't put the sword spirit on you, our previous agreement is no longer valid." Amamiya Haruki said slowly, "Wait until the sword is repaired, then you can go back first, and I will go to that place by myself."

Lin Qiye did not forget the agreement he made with Amamiya Haruki. If he could make [Zhanbai] possess the sword spirit, he would protect him to a place. Now it seems that the sword spirit could not be pressed. Amamiya Haruki planned to go alone and had no intention of involving Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after a while he shook his head.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow."

He and Haruki Amamiya walked into a room separately and closed the door. There were no bedding or pillows in the room, only tatami and a few blankets. No one knew how Yoshiki Furuhara managed to survive here.

Lin Qiye lay on the tatami and slowly closed his eyes.

…

Asylum of the Gods.

Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, walked in the hospital and clearly felt that it was much more lively here than before.

In the yard, several caregivers were holding freshly washed quilts and bed covers, hanging them on a rack to dry; Wangcai, along with a group of his younger brothers, holding brooms and mops in their mouths, walked towards the toilet with a heroic and confident look; the fire in the kitchen was blazing, and a few wisps of fragrance drifted out...

Lin Qiye was walking in the corridor. From time to time, nurses passed by him, bowed politely to him and said, "Hello, Dean."

It seems that Li Yifei's management skills are really good... Lin Qiye thought to himself.

He walked all the way to the study and saw Bragi and Merlin sitting at a small table eating. There were eight dishes in front of them and even two jugs of fruit wine beside them. They were eating with gusto.

"Dean?" Braki saw Lin Qiye approaching the door and immediately stood up excitedly and waved his hand, "Dean, would you like to eat something together?"

"Good evening, Mr. Dean." Merlin said with a smile.

Lin Qiye walked into the study, glanced at another empty chair, and asked in confusion:

"Just the two of you?"

"Yes." Braki sat back in his chair, shrugged, and said, "Li Yifei and the others had prepared food for the person in Room 4, but... that person didn't seem to want to eat with us."

Merlin nodded. "So, I'll ask them to deliver the food directly to the room."

Lin Qiye walked to the window, looked at Room 4 on the second floor opposite, where the door was closed, and sighed.