In the very center of the main hall stands a round, low-footed bronze incense burner, so wide that even a dozen people holding hands would have some room to hug it. The bronze lid, weighing over ten thousand kilograms, hangs in mid-air, and a majestic bronze lion stands with its blood-red mouth wide open, as if about to devour someone.
[Roar!!]
[Roar!!]
The bronze lion seemed to come alive, stretching its waist and leaping easily, its thick bronze tail slamming down with an astonishing force!
The change happened so fast that Aqing's face turned pale with fright, and she screamed:
"Grandpa Hou! This is our master's guest, you absolutely mustn't!"
This bronze beast is none other than the spirit of the "Primordial Chaos Creation Furnace," which has been guarding this furnace for Zhenyuan Daxian since it gained sentience. It is at least ten thousand years old in cultivation. If Madam Xu were to take this blow...
Aqing instinctively closed her eyes.
But after a while, the horrific scene she had imagined did not appear. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Xu Milu standing there, solemnly bowing to the bronze beast.
"I am Xu Milu. With the permission of the owner of this garden, I am here to reforge the broken sword. I would like to ask for your help, senior."
The moment the opponent made their move, the phoenix flames on Xu Milu's hand ignited, and she grabbed the tail and threw it back heavily. A gust of wind barely grazed her cheek as it fell.
—There was no murderous intent; it seemed more like a test.
The fire in Xu Milu's palm slowly died down, and she looked at the culprit with some doubt.
[My master has ordered me to tend the stove for you these next few days.]
The bronze beast leaped back onto the furnace lid, its eyes half-closed, lazily flicking its tail, showing no trace of the ferocity it had displayed during its attack.
[Your golden aura is annoying... You do have some skill, worthy of me tending the fire for you. Tell me, what kind of weapon do you want to forge? Swords, spears, halberds, magical artifacts, spirit weapons...]
"I see."
Xu Milu smiled, took out the two broken pieces of the Vermilion Bird Yin-Yang Blade from her system space, and handed them over:
"It is this knife."
The bronze beast narrowed its eyes.
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