"This sword was cast by the renowned Sword Casting Master, Xuanyuan Fengchen. Unfortunately, just as the treasure sword was about to be completed, Master Xuan Yuan had an urgent family matter and had to abandon it midway and return home, after which he disappeared without a trace. I waited for a long time and he never returned, so I invited several Sword Casting Masters to finish it. Alas, Xuanyuanâs technique was too exquisite for them to fathom, so the sword casting has been put on hold ever since," Yan Zishu said disappointedly, his face full of reverence upon mentioning Xuanyuan Fengchenâs name.
"Xuanyuan Fengchen!" Han Yan almost spat out in surprise.
Xuanyuan Fengchen, wasnât he the old deceiver who came to swagger and cheat on the opening day of the Nanyan Commerceâs Anyun City branch? It was because of the sword he supposedly forged that Han Yan terribly tricked Mo Yanhong, earning the infamous title of the Capitalâs top playboy... Of course, this wasnât what Han Yan had intended.
Since then, Xuanyuan Fengchen has vanished, perhaps killed on the run, or maybe his scam was exposed, making him dare not deceive and cheat anymore everywhere. Han Yan speculated the latter was more likely. Because the Xuanyuan Fengchen of another world only became truly famous across the continent in these recent years, her rebirth had completely changed his fate, and not many had yet fallen victim to his schemes. He also hadnât been jointly pursued across the continent as in the previous life, likely avoiding his tragic end.
As for Mo Yanhong, after suffering such a silent loss, he certainly wouldnât let Xuanyuan Fengchen off the hook. But not to mention him, even if the Mo Family Ancestor personally acted, catching Xuanyuan Fengchen isnât easy. Although that old swindlerâs power is lacking, his escape skills are unrivaled; otherwise, he wouldnât have required a joint continental pursuit to be killed in the previous life.
To some extent, she actually saved Xuanyuan Fengchenâs life.
"Whatâs wrong?" Yan Zishu asked confusedly upon seeing Han Yan with that odd smile.
"Nothing, nothing," Han Yan certainly wouldnât reveal Xuanyuan Fengchenâs secret; she was still waiting to help that old swindler forge a treasure sword.
"Donât underestimate Master Xuan Yuan. Although his fame isnât widespread, in this old manâs view, his sword casting technique is so extraordinary itâs unheard of and unparalleled. If it werenât for an accident at his home, he would surely have become the most renowned master swordsmith in the history of the Holy Court Continent. Trying to complete his half-forged treasure sword is no easy task." Seeing Han Yanâs half-smiling expression, the old man, who had just been faced down, sourly sneered.
"Hmm, hmm, got it, got it." Han Yan nearly burst out laughing seeing the old man so sincerely convinced. Sword casting technique so extraordinary itâs unheard of and unparalleled? According to her, it should be the scam so extraordinary itâs unheard of and unparalleled. Judging by the old manâs demeanor, he was likely sold by Xuanyuan Fengchen and even helped him count the money.
Tiring of speaking more, Han Yan promptly took out the sword casting furnace.
Having witnessed Han Yanâs alchemy technique, Yan Zishu and the others werenât surprised by her storage space. However, what happened next left them wide-eyed in amazement.
"Light the fire, open the furnace!" Han Yan habitually exclaimed, then rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the sword casting hammer, shedding her previous delicate air for a bold and heroic presence.
Huayue and Jiang Yuzhe promptly got to work, one lighting the fire and the other operating the bellows, having worked with Lady Mu through thick and thin, they were well practiced.
"Youâre casting the sword yourself?" The old man asked in astonishment upon seeing Han Yan. Initially thinking someone among her companions had learned sword casting techniques, he never expected her to do it herself.
Itâs known that alchemists, alchemists, and swordsmiths are among the three profession of high status in Holy Court Continent. Though similar, they are vastly different; the girlâs incredible alchemy technique was already astonishing enough, yet she also knew the sword casting technique.
"If not me, then who, you?" Han Yan replied gruffly to the old man she had no liking for.
"Hmph, donât think just because you fixed the Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace you can be arrogant. Do you know how much time Master Xuan Yuan spent forging this longsword? Do you know how much money was spent on the Chenyun Gold and Heavenly Blue Sand used in the sword casting? If you ruin the treasure sword, can you afford to pay for it?" The old manâs words rebuffed once again, he said with a glare.
Same old sentence... Han Yan was really getting a bit fed up with the old manâs nagging.
"Rest assured, Miss has plenty of money, and lots of meteorite gold." Han Yan casually swung a thick stack of silver notes before the old manâs eyes, then brought out a pile of meteorite gold, waving them again before him.
To say she couldnât afford it; wasnât that an insult? What Lady Mu lacked in everything else, silver was what she lacked least, enough to bury this guy. As for Outer Heaven Meteorite Gold, letâs not forget Lady Mu had her own meteorite gold mine, enough to bury people too.
The old man was completely dazzled by the series of numbers on the silver notes and the unique brilliance of the Outer Heaven Meteorite Gold, wide-mouthed, speechless.
Though his status wasnât as prominent as Yan Zishu, he was also born from the esteemed Shangyue City lineage. Heâd seen many wealthy, powerful families, but family fortune is separate from silver. Forget young masters similar in age to Han Yan, not even small family heads could possibly carry so many silver notes.
Seeing the old man finally quiet down, Han Yan calmly began to examine the longsword in her hand.
Having seen the longsword personally forged by Xuanyuan Fengchen before, she knew that old manâs sword casting technique wasnât actually bad; otherwise, he wouldnât have fooled so many. However, there was something lacking in his sword casting technique, rendering it unable to forge genuine divine weapons, resorting to some shortcuts for deceit.
The so-called treasure sword before her was just like this, initially using conventional techniques, exuding the grace of a master, but later hitting a bottleneck making further casting impossible.
If Han Yan guessed correctly, his hasty departure from Shangyue City was due to being unable to forge this sword, fearing exposure of his deceit, the urgent family matter was just a facade.
To cover his tracks, he added some peculiar techniques before leaving; in Han Yanâs eyes with her current sword casting foundation, although they seemed odd, they were useless, incomprehensible to others and likely even baffling to himself.
Later, the swordsmiths hired by Yan Zishu were overwhelmed by Xuanyuan Fengchenâs fame, utterly intent on understanding its mysteries before getting to work, ultimately opting to give up.