But when they looked again at the piece of refined iron in Han Yanâs hand, they almost couldnât hold back their laughter. That crooked piece of scrap, could it even be called a sword? It might not even be suitable for digging soil.
A trace of a cold smile appeared on Nie Fangshengâs lips. This Han Yan indeed had some natural talent; with just one nightâs effort, he had practiced the Twelve Techniques of Shaping and Forging to such an extent.
But alas, mastering the heat control of Sword Casting Technique is not such an easy task. To dare to place a bet on this, isnât he afraid of too much money?
"Such skill, and he dares to show it, he really isnât afraid of losing face," Qiu Zizhong said with a joyful expression, mocking.
"Yes, indeed, who knows where his confidence comes from. He has only learned the outward form and hasnât grasped the essence of the Sword Casting Technique, yet he dares to make a fool of himself."
"If I had known, I would have placed a bet too. What a pity." Although they looked down on Qiu Zizhongâs opportunistic delight, the others still whispered their regrets quietly.
At that moment, Han Yanâs technique suddenly sped up, and the sword casting hammer rose and fell swiftly, leaving behind nothing but a dazzling afterimage.
"What is happening? Is he aware of the embarrassment and doesnât want people to laugh at him, so he wants to end it early?" Seeing Han Yanâs increasingly rapid sword casting technique, everyone felt baffled.
They were only focused on watching Han Yanâs technique, not noticing the faint smile on his lips, nor the unusual white halo amidst the rapid rise and fall of the sword casting hammerâs afterimage.
Even less did they notice that the hammerâs rhythm was light and heavy in order, and the crisp sounds it emitted seemed to compose a melodious music score.
"The sword is formed!" With a light shout from Han Yan, the afterimages vanished.
A Blood Gall Long Sword appeared in everyoneâs view.
All around, there was dead silence.
Perfect. If thereâs a word to describe the Blood Gall Sword before them, it can only be "perfect."
The simple and sharp blade, the exquisite and sturdy guard, and the solid and rounded hilt fully expressed the murderous aura of the Blood Gall Sword.
Perhaps such a longsword is not suitable for elite swordmasters like them, but for most army officers whose cultivation is not too high, such a sword is the most suitable weapon for battling on the field.
If only the shaping and bone forging had been completed, and the tempering and nourishing the spirit had not yet been done, but just the shaping and bone forging alone, even if Nie Fangsheng personally did it, he wouldnât be much better than Han Yan.
It was terrifying. On the first day of his admission, he passed the Beast Soul Towerâs trial. On the second day, facing Nie Fangshengâs difficulties, he successfully forged such a Blood Gall Sword. What kind of talent is this?
Confronting Han Yanâs heaven-defying talent, everyone around was full of marvel and even somewhat heartbroken.
Living in the same era as such a person was indeed a great misfortune for them. The immense psychological pressure even made their hearts beat faster.
Nie Fangsheng was also astonished. He stood up from his armchair in disbelief, looking at Han Yan and then at the Blood Gall Sword.
How could it be possible? Just by listening to my explanation once and reflecting for one night, he was able to forge such a long sword. You should know, back in the day, it took me three years to achieve a small accomplishment. How did Han Yan do it?
No one noticed the unusual white light in the afterimages of the sword casting hammer. Han Yanâs mind also returned to the night before...
"What is this?" Han Yan asked in surprise, looking at the strange white light flickering like a flame between Ling Baobaoâs fingers.
"Itâs called Chaos Heavenly Fire, also known as the Source of Ten Thousand Flames. All heavenly fire, earthly fire, and demon spirit fire originally come from this Chaos Heavenly Fire. Oh, right, the Holy Court Continent doesnât have these things. Even if I tell you, you might not understand. Just knowing what it is will do." Ling Baobao said proudly.
"What is the use of this Chaos Heavenly Fire?" Although she didnât know what heavenly fire, earthly fire, and demon spirit fire really were, she had seen the Beast Soul Refining Fire of the Taowu Divine Beast, so she could somewhat understand Ling Baobaoâs words.
This Chaos Heavenly Fire, being called the Source of Ten Thousand Flames, must naturally be extremely powerful. However, what exactly is its use, and how can it help her, she couldnât figure out.
"Since Chaos Heavenly Fire is called the Source of Ten Thousand Flames, it must be full of endless wonders. In our plane, only those of very low cultivation use ordinary furnace fire for artifact refining and alchemy. Once they have some strength, they will use cultivation to condense true fire. Compared to using ordinary furnace fire for refining and alchemy, not only does it halve the effort and double the result, but the quality is incomparable.
If one is lucky enough to obtain heavenly fire, earthly fire, or demon spirit fire afterward, they would further improve significantly, and even a Spiritual Sword could be easily refined." Ling Baobao said proudly.
"Thatâs not a big deal. Our Holy Court Continentâs swordsmiths use only sword casting furnaces without needing heavenly or earthly fire to forge a Spiritual Sword just the same," Jiang Yuzhe said indifferently.
"This..." Ling Baobao, having boasted so proudly, was momentarily lost for words with Jiang Yuzheâs dismissive splash of cold water.
Others use ordinary sword casting furnaces and ordinary furnace fire, yet they can create a Spiritual Sword, while they meticulously seek heavenly or demon spirit fire, which indeed seems hardly something to be proud of.
"That canât be the whole truth. Although our Holy Court Continentâs swordsmiths can forge Spiritual Swords using ordinary sword casting furnaces, through relentless hammering and refining, forging one sword might take ten years, and sharpening another, an additional ten years, consuming countless efforts. Some swordsmiths might only forge one satisfactory treasure sword in their lifetime. Not to mention, most swordsmiths never forge a satisfying treasure sword." Han Yan vaguely discerned the wondrous use of the Chaos Heavenly Fire and defended on Ling Baobaoâs behalf.
"See, Han Yan is sharp-witted and instantly realizes its subtleties. With the Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire or Demon Spirit Fire, one skillful enough can forge one sword a year with no difficulty. Top artifact refiners like my mother can even create a Spiritual Sword in just two hours. Ask, which swordsmith in the Holy Court Continent can accomplish this?" Ling Baobao, reminded by Han Yan, regained composure and grew smug once more.
Hearing his explanation, Jiang Yuzhe and others started to comprehend the differences and became intrigued by the plane Ling Baobao mentioned.
"That means, with this Chaos Heavenly Fire, I too can easily forge a Divine Sword?" Han Yan asked excitedly.
Surely, given the miraculous nature of other Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire and Demon Spirit Fire, the Chaos Heavenly Fire, named as the Source of Ten Thousand Flames, should be even more formidable.