Upon hearing this, Yin Ming carefully examined the blade of the Spirit Cry Sword. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't see anything wrong. He then looked up and asked:
"Not fully forged yet? How can you tell? This sword has smooth lines and a very sharp blade."
Feng Yan glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Yes, the problem is that the blade is too sharp."
Seeing Yin Ming's puzzled expression, Feng Yan slowly explained, "When forging magical weapons, the final step is to sharpen them. There are specific techniques to this sharpening process; a blade is not necessarily better the sharper it is."
There's an old saying, "Too much is as bad as too little," and the Spirit Inscription Sword is currently in that state.
Yin Ming crossed his arms, his face still showing confusion. "What's wrong? Will this have any impact?"
He couldn't agree with Feng Yan's words. Shouldn't a sword be sharper to be more powerful? Otherwise, how could it cut through iron like mud and destroy the world?
"The sword's aura is too intense. If used for too long, it will not only harm its master but also affect the master's temperament. After all, the magic sword is connected to the master's mind. If its aura is too violent, the master will also become irritable and easily angered."
Feng Yan turned and glanced at Ling Yao. "Brother Ling, you must have sensed something when you were using the Spirit Inscription Sword, right?"
Yin Ming subconsciously rubbed his chin. It sounded like it made some sense.
Lingyao, who was holding a teacup, paused for a moment, then nodded gently after thinking for a while.
"That's the feeling."
Upon hearing Ling Yao's affirmation, Yin Ming couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. Goodness, he hadn't expected the Lingming Sword to actually have side effects.
Wait a minute, if using this sword for a long time will affect one's temperament... then in the original work, is the Spirit Cry Sword also responsible for the male protagonist's later development of a bloodthirsty and brutal personality?
So, turning bad wasn't Lingyao's original intention?
I knew it! Lingyao isn't inherently bad; it must have been external factors that made him cold-blooded and ruthless...
Hey, hey, hey, there's evidence to support what I'm saying, it's not like I, Yin Ming, have some kind of filter on me.
“That’s right. Now you all roughly understand the consequences of neglecting this matter. Let me complete this final step. Master is always meticulous, and in principle, he would never make such a small mistake. I’m just afraid that he might suffer during the sharpening process…”
Feng Yan closed his eyes briefly, his expression pained, as if he couldn't bear to continue, and then changed the subject:
"Although my skills are not as good as my master's, I have inherited his mantle. If I finish this job, it can be considered as fulfilling my master's last wish."
Feng Yan suddenly stood up from the stone bench and solemnly bowed to Yin Ming and Ling Yao, "Please consider this as... fulfilling a wish for me as well, I beg you two."
Yin Ming turned his head and looked at Ling Yao for his opinion. The latter met his gaze and nodded slightly.
Since the sword's owner had agreed, Yin Ming had no reason to refuse, so he turned to Feng Yan and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Young Master Feng."
"Thank you both for your help. Feng Yan is very grateful." After bowing solemnly again, Feng Yan stopped talking and immediately summoned a sizable sword-forging platform from his spatial ring.
***
By the time Feng Yan finished polishing the Lingming Sword, it was already late at night. During that time, Yin Ming washed up and went to the study to translate a section of the first diary entry.
"Phew, finally done, here you go... I've accomplished my mission."
Just as Yin Ming was about to put down his pen, he heard the voices outside the door. He quickly wrote down the sentence he had just translated, placed the brush on the brush rest, and then pushed open the door to leave the study.
"All done?" Yin Ming rubbed his sore shoulders and wrists and walked towards the two of them.
Before he even got close, his gaze involuntarily fell on the red magic sword in Lingyao's hand.
If the previous Spirit Cry Sword was a divine weapon with dazzling sharpness, now it is just an ordinary longsword with nothing fancy.
Even so, you cannot ignore its existence, because although its dangerous aura is restrained, it is more unsettling than ever before.
Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, it seems to be waiting for the right moment to strike and kill.
Unexpectedly, this was the true form of the Spirit Cry Sword. Yin Ming had initially thought that Feng Yan was making up lies and actually wanted to take the opportunity to do something shady about the Spirit Cry Sword. He had been judging a gentleman by his own petty standards.
I have to say, Feng Yan is a really nice person, a friend worth getting to know better.
Ling Yao, who had been examining the longsword in his hand, shifted his gaze to Yin Ming after Yin Ming appeared.
As Yin Ming approached, Ling Yao naturally took his hand and began to massage his wrist.
This action startled Yin Ming, who hurriedly pulled his hand back and glared at Ling Yao with a slightly annoyed expression.
Feng Yan could clearly see the meaning in that look: There are people watching, don't you know how to read the situation!
"Yes, it's done." Feng Yan wasn't surprised at all. Instead, he smiled like a know-it-all, as if to say, "I know everything, I've seen it all."
"Thank you both for today's events. Thanks to you, I have a better chance of winning. I am confident that I can defeat Xu Ye in the casting competition."
After tidying up the sword-forging platform, Feng Yan put it back into his spatial ring.
"I've troubled you all today. I'll head back to my humble abode to continue preparing for the forging competition. You two should get some rest, after all..."
Feng Yan gave a cryptic smile, and as he climbed out of the courtyard, a teasing joke drifted on the wind.
"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
Yin Ming, realizing what was happening: \\u0026￥……%#……*\\u0026…!
I thought this kid had become serious, but it seems he was overthinking it!
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