"Rumor has it that you were able to pass the trial because of the secret technique of taming beasts. Qiu Yongcheng clearly passed the trial, but was unexpectedly injured by the beast spirit guarding the temple. It was also because of this reason." Tan Yu continued.
Mu Hanyan finally understood what was going on. She had to admit that the rumor was not groundless. At least it was correct to blame her for Qiu Yongcheng's incident.
After a moment's thought, Mu Hanyan guessed who spread the rumor. Apart from Jiang Qiling, it would be difficult for others to have such insight, and there was no need to ruin her reputation.
As for why others avoided her like the plague, there was no need to dwell on it. On her first day of admission, she had murdered a faculty advisor. Even if her feud with the Qiu family was already known to everyone, and the faculty were united in their hatred, they would probably not treat her well. How could the students dare to have anything to do with her?
"Alas, why is it so difficult to keep a low profile?" Mu Hanyan lamented secretly.
"Besides this, I also heard another piece of bad news." Tan Yu continued.
"What?" Mu Hanyan asked casually. Anyway, too many lice don't itch, and too many debts don't worry. She was too lazy to worry about the worst news.
"I have met Mr. Nie Fangsheng before. It is said that he has a very good personal relationship with Qiu Yongcheng and has even arranged a marriage for his children. If Master goes to learn sword-making again, I am afraid it will be difficult to get any true teachings. He may even suffer a lot of difficulties. Otherwise, he might as well learn some other unique skills." Tan Yu said.
"No need." Mu Hanyan directly rejected his suggestion.
Qiu Yongcheng has been in Longyan College for so many years, she must have some popularity. If she can avoid Nie Fangsheng, how can she avoid all the instructors? Unless she concentrates on practicing swordsmanship and doesn't learn any strange skills.
She wanted to see how these mentors would unite against a common enemy and how they would make things difficult for her.
"Okay then." Tan Yu also thought of this and stopped persuading him.
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In the afternoon, the group arrived at the Sword Forging Hall.
A sword-making furnace stood in the middle of the hall. Nie Fangsheng stood upright behind the furnace like a black tower. Opposite him stood dozens of academy students. Among them, about ten people, like Mu Hanyan, were new disciples who had just been admitted to the academy, and the others were old disciples who had entered the academy in previous years.
There were dozens of young men standing in the corner of the lobby. Judging from their sword robes, they were all outer disciples. However, they all had some talent and were accepted as disciples by some instructors. Although they were not formal disciples of the academy, they could watch from the side. They just couldn't talk too much and couldn't ask the instructors for advice. If the instructor was in a good mood, he could give them some pointers. If he was not in a good mood, he could just watch honestly. How much he could understand depended on his own qualifications.
Outside the hall, dozens of young men, also wearing outer disciples' sword robes, craned their necks to peer in through the windows. Like Tan Yu and the others before them, these men were mere servants, so they weren't even qualified to observe closely.
As soon as they saw Mu Hanyan and the others come in, everyone turned their heads to look at them, their eyes full of meaning. Many of them subconsciously wanted to hide, but the Sword Forging Hall was so small, where could they hide?
"Why did this plague god come here to learn sword-making? I should have learned something else." All the disciples in the academy secretly cursed their bad luck.
There was no way to hide, but they still subconsciously took a few steps back, keeping a distance from Mu Hanyan that was definitely not close, clearly showing an attitude of "keep away from strangers".
"Everyone is here, let's start." Nie Fangsheng also glanced at Mu Hanyan and said with a serious face.
Tan Yu and the three Gu brothers knew the rules and quickly retreated to the corner of the lobby, while Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao came to the sword-making furnace.
Others avoided her like the plague, and she was too lazy to chat with them. She was determined to learn her sword-making skills and pretend that others didn't exist.
Judging from Nie Fangsheng's current behavior, he doesn't seem to have any intention of making things difficult for her. Although his face is gloomy, it's impossible not to look gloomy on his face.
Could it be that Nie Fangsheng was the kind of person who kept his public and private lives separate, someone who would never let personal grudges distract him from his duties as a mentor? Mu Hanyan secretly wondered, could it be that good? Mu Hanyan reasoned that while she wasn't a dark person, there were benefits to assuming the worst. If it turned out the way she expected, there would be no disappointment. If it turned out differently, wouldn't that be a pleasant surprise?
It didn't take long for her to realize that her thoughts were not dark, but that some people were just shameless and despicable.
"What I am going to teach you today is the Blood and Gallbladder Sword. I believe you have all heard of the name of this sword?" Nie Fangsheng took out a long sword and said to his disciples.
"This Blood and Gall Sword seems to be one of the swords used by soldiers in the army. It seems to be different from the swords we usually use." said a knowledgeable disciple.
The vast majority of cultivators on the Holy Court Continent practiced swordsmanship, naturally demanding extremely high standards for the quality of their longswords. Of the dozens of disciples within the hall, the vast majority had their longswords forged by renowned masters. Each swordsmith possessed unique skills and understanding of the art of swordsmithing, resulting in unique longswords.
Although the swords they carry may not seem much different on the surface, if one's strength reaches a certain level, one will find that the difference is actually quite significant. Sometimes a slight mistake may determine life or death.
The Blood and Gallbladder Sword is the long sword that all soldiers in the Anyun National Army are equipped with. After all, it is impossible to forge a long sword for each of the hundreds of thousands or even millions of soldiers in a national army. Therefore, the Blood and Gallbladder Swords are forged by multiple sword-making workshops, and the quality and shape of the swords are similar.
However, it is also for this reason that the quality of the Blood and Gall Sword is far inferior to the swords they carry, which were specially forged by famous masters.
After finally entering Longyan College and working so hard to learn how to forge the Longdan Sword, it seemed too redundant to them.
"Don't underestimate the Blood and Gall Sword. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Anyun country all carry this sword, and there is a reason for that. The sword is cast in seven steps: the first two steps are casting the mold, the next two steps are forging the bones, the next two steps are sharpening the edge, and the last step is nourishing the mind. There are a total of thirty-two techniques, and these thirty-two techniques are the cornerstone of the sword-making art. Once you learn how to cast the Blood and Gall Sword, you can cast other long swords with twice the result with half the effort." Seeing the disciple's doubts, Nie Fangsheng said in a deep voice with a hint of reprimand.
"I know I'm wrong." The young disciple quickly admitted his mistake.
Mu Hanyan had not expected that there would be so many details involved in casting just a sword commonly used in the army, and she became more alert.
"Today I will forge a blood and gall sword for everyone to see. It will mainly show the initial casting and bone forging techniques. Please watch carefully." Nie Fangsheng said.
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