"It's more than just a dilemma. I was almost kicked out of the Sword Forging Hall." Ling Baobao said.
"What's going on?" Hua Yue and the others were shocked.
After listening to Ling Baobao's account of what happened, they were all so angry that they gnashed their teeth.
"I really didn't expect that Nie Fangsheng, as a mentor, would be so narrow-minded and despicable. He is really unworthy of being a teacher." Hua Yue and Zirong said indignantly.
"I'll kill him right now!" Jiang Yuzhe was even more decisive and walked out after he finished speaking.
Mu Hanyan's forehead was furrowed with black lines as she stared at Jiang Yuzhe in amazement. How had this fellow become so brutal and violent? In his previous life, the Ghost Sword Jiang Yuzhe was known for his elusiveness and strange, unpredictable attacks. But when it came to brutality, he was still far inferior to the naturally cold-blooded Hua Yue, and even slightly inferior to his appearance, whose temperament had changed drastically. How could he become the most ruthless person in this life?
Could it be that this is the legendary saying that those who keep company with vermilion become red, those who keep company with ink become black, and the indignant one is better than the indignant one, or could it be that he has completely mastered the art of shape-shifting, so that his self-confidence has become extremely inflated.
"Forget it, let's let him go for now." Mu Hanyan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and persuaded Jiang Yuzhe.
Although Nie Fangsheng is also a fifth-level swordsman like himself, Jiang Yuzhe is also a master of the swordsman level. Coupled with his ability to change shape and shadowy swordsmanship that is as powerful as a ghost, he might be able to kill him unintentionally.
Nie Fangsheng was making things difficult for himself. If he died, even a fool would link it to himself.
On the first day of hospitalization, two college instructors died and one became disabled because of her. Not only would she be the target of public criticism, she would undoubtedly become the public enemy of Longyan. She did not want to be in the spotlight.
"He has been so difficult for you, sir. How can we let him go so easily?" Jiang Yuzhe said unwillingly.
"Hmph, it's just a little trick that is not worthy of being shown on the stage. Why would I be afraid of him? Doesn't he want to see my sword-making skills? Then I will let him see it." Mu Hanyan said disdainfully.
"Are you really planning to forge a sword?" Hua Yue and the others looked at each other strangely.
To be honest, Mu Hanyan was a miraculous being in their eyes, as if nothing could possibly stump him. But when it came to swordsmithing… they had witnessed Mu Hanyan's swordsmithing skills firsthand, and it was indeed quite powerful, but the shape of the sword… if I had to describe it in one word, it would be ugly. In two, it would be extremely ugly. In three, it would be extremely ugly. In four, it would be downright ugly.
Forget it, I won’t describe it. Anyway, Nie Fangsheng used the casting and bone strengthening to make things difficult for Mu Hanyan, and it really hit Miss Mu’s fatal spot.
"Don't underestimate me. Although Nie Fangsheng is a despicable person, he is truly an exceptional swordsmith. I learned a lot from watching him perform swordsmithing today. I also gained a deep understanding of the twelve techniques of shaping and forging bones. His swordsmithing skills are definitely not those of the Wuxia Amon of the past."
"Really?" Hua Yue and the others asked weakly, obviously expressing deep doubt about Miss Mu's words.
"Forget it, I won't say much to you. You'll know in a moment." Mu Hanyan was too lazy to argue with these guys with sharp eyes.
As they were talking, they heard a grunting sound outside. The two brothers, Tan and Yushu Linfeng, carried a huge sword-making furnace into the yard.
This sword-making furnace is all red gold in color, and is engraved with beautiful runes. It is obviously also blessed by a formation, which is very helpful for concentrating firepower. It is much stronger than Mu Hanyan's previous blacksmith furnace.
In addition to the sword-making furnace, Tan Yu also bought a small amount of fine iron for Mu Hanyan to use for practice.
"Light the fire and start the furnace." Mu Hanyan rolled up her sleeves, looking like a real swordsmith.
Gu Yushu was originally going to cook, but when he saw Mu Hanyan's demeanor as a sword-making master, he couldn't move his feet at all, his face full of fascination and admiration.
Anyway, when their cultivation reaches this level, let alone a meal, even if they don’t eat or drink for ten days or half a month, it won’t be a big deal. If they have elixirs, they can even fast for a longer time, so it doesn’t matter whether they cook this meal or not.
Hua Yue and the others lit the fire with ease and pulled the bellows. Soon, a faint blue flame floated out, condensing without dissipating.
Under the expectant gazes of Hua Yue, Tan Yu and others, Mu Hanyan picked up a piece of fine iron in his left hand and raised the sword-forging hammer in his right hand.
With a flick of her wrist, the hammer drew a beautiful arc and landed on the fine iron. Melting iron, shattering gold, flowing silver, striking the top, forging the blade, forging the handle... one exquisite sword-making technique after another emerged from Mu Hanyan's hands.
Hua Yue and the others were slightly startled and looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise. It was also the first time they had seen such an exquisite sword-making technique. Like Mu Hanyan, Tan Yu and the others before, they couldn't help but be fascinated.
No wonder Mu Hanyan is so confident. It seems that she is not blindly arrogant, but has really gained some insights into Nie Fangcheng's sword-making skills.
Tan Yu and others also looked admiring. Compared with Nie Fangsheng's powerful sword-making technique, Mu Hanyan's twelve-style sword-making technique seemed to be more appropriate in terms of movement and stillness, hardness and softness, and more full of beauty. Obviously, Mu Hanyan not only memorized the formulas and tricks, but also had some insights as he said.
Their eyes also became more expectant.
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At the same time, in the sword-making hall, Qiu Zizhong was sitting opposite Nie Fangsheng with a look of anxiety on his face.
"Lord Nie, why don't you just kick Mu Hanyan out of the Sword Forging Hall and be done with it? Why go through so much trouble?" Qiu Zizhong said somewhat unwillingly.
"Zi Zhong, you are also an old disciple of the academy. You should know that the academy has its own rules. Although I am a mentor, I cannot arbitrarily drive out disciples based on my own likes and dislikes. What's more, Mu Hanyan is a disciple of Gong Hongru. If I go too far and anger that old guy, I'm afraid it will not end well." Nie Fangsheng said.
"I'm sorry, Master Nie, I was reckless." Qiu Zizhong realized that he was too impatient and said apologetically.
"It's okay. I know you're eager for revenge. Mr. Qiu has worked for Longyan College for many years, but ended up like this. As a descendant of the Qiu family, it's only natural for you to seek revenge.
Don't worry, I'll kick Mu Hanyan out of the Sword Forging Hall tomorrow and vent my anger." Nie Fangsheng waved his hand and said soothingly.
"Master Nie, I heard that you thought the two methods of casting and forging bones were a test for Mu Hanyan, and you even said that as long as she could cast the shape of the blood-gall sword and forge the blood-gall sword bones, you would teach her the ancestral sword-casting method. Isn't that a bit hasty?" Qiu Zizhong said worriedly.
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