HLnovel Chapter 490 Unceasing Forging, Achieving the Spirit of a Craftsman
Chapter 490 Unceasing Forging, Achieving the Spirit of a Craftsman
At the city gate of Xie Cuicheng, a young man on duty was nudged by someone next to him with an elbow.
"Xun Jun, I heard that you met that Wan Gong Fang owner and even spoke with her."
A young man smiled:
"I offended them at the time, and they wouldn't let me into the city. In the end, it was only after Senior Brother Yan came in person that they were allowed in."
His fellow disciples stared wide-eyed at Xun Jun:
"You rock."
Xun Jun smiled slightly, then prepared for today's task, checking the identities of everyone entering the city one by one.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of wind whistling past his ears filled the air, and when the boy looked up, he saw the token pressed against him.
"Xun Jun, a disciple of the War Puppet Mansion, has been temporarily transferred by the Master of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop to the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop for further training."
A loud voice resounded throughout the city gate, and the boy was stunned for a moment, until the person in front of him spoke again:
"Junior Brother Xun?"
"Senior brother?" The young man quickly bowed to the person in front of him.
"Junior Brother Xun!" The messenger was a round-faced disciple of the War Puppet Mansion. Seeing Xun Jun come to his senses, he smiled and handed him a token.
"To be able to study weapon crafting techniques under Master Xue's guidance is a rare and invaluable opportunity!"
"May my junior brother continue to forge weapons and cultivate the heart of a craftsman."
At the front lines of the Broken Water Pass battlefield, disciples riding flying swords hurriedly arrived, landing in front of the weapon-refining cave, and shouted loudly:
Is Senior Sister He Qian here?
A capable and slender woman emerged from the weapon-refining cave:
"I am He Qian."
"Greetings, Senior Sister He." The messenger bowed to the woman and took out a token from his sleeve.
“He Qian, a disciple of the War Puppet Mansion, has been temporarily transferred by the Master of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop to the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop for further study.”
The cultivator's voice was loud, attracting the attention of all the surrounding cultivators. He Qian was surrounded by his junior brothers and sisters behind him.
"Senior sister, you're going to the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop soon, so you'll be able to see Master Xue... Master Xue, right?"
"Tell her all of Luo Shengzi's new problems then."
Listening to the noise around him, He Qian couldn't help but recall the woman who had taught them the technique of refining Luo Shengzi at Duanshui Pass the night before.
The letter in my hand unfolded, and it read:
"Never stop casting tools, and you will be able to refine your craftsmanship."
Within the Jiangyun Sect, Min Chang entered a cave dwelling, holding a token in her hand.
"Little Saint, your Sister Xue has sent a letter, asking you to go to the Xuanhuang Sect and enter the Wan Gong Workshop."
The tall boy glanced at his mother behind him, then reached out and took the token.
"Mother, I'm going to help Sister Xue with her chores."
Mo Lingdie smiled gently as she recalled the woman who had rescued them from the demon's lair:
"Go."
In the capital of Da Shun, seven-year-old Xu Sijin pushed open the door of her house and saw several people dressed as government officials standing at the door, all gathered around the door of her neighbor, Grandpa Ling's house.
At the very front of the officials stood a woman in a pretty green dress, talking to her neighbor, Gensheng.
Ling Gensheng stared blankly at the beautiful woman in front of him.
He had never seen such a beautiful woman before; she was like a fairy.
The woman looked at him and spoke softly:
"Are you Ling Gensheng?"
"I was entrusted by your father's comrade-in-arms to take you to learn a trade."
"Are you willing?"
A cold token was placed in his hand. Ling Gensheng looked at the eight large characters on it, and his chest suddenly felt hot.
"willing!"
Inside the weapon-refining cave on the back mountain of Jiyuan Peak in the Xuanhuang Sect, Xue Tong watched as the names on Xue Lan's backup list lit up one by one.
Like the night sky, where countless stars have been scattered.
The girl couldn't help but glance at Xue Lan, who was weaving extraterrestrial iron in front of the smelting platform.
The woman's dark hair was tied up high, with stray strands in front held back by a headband. Her brows and eyes were stern, and her expression was serious.
But as soon as she starts talking...
"That's for sure. My senior master is the most capable sect leader since the founding of the Xuanhuang Sect."
"All my life I've hoped is that my senior apprentice can keep doing this."
Xue Tong rolled her eyes at this person:
"The living devil."
She walked up to Xue Lan and watched as the woman's fingers flew across the paper, weaving fine threads made of extraterrestrial iron into the handle of her whip, which looked like cold snake scales in the firelight.
The girl propped her cheek up and spoke:
"I always thought weapon refiners were all about fire, hammers, fire, hammers..."
"Now it seems you are a true all-around craftsman."
Xue Lan chuckled, raised his hand to summon a strange fire to burn and hide the last bit of extraterrestrial iron, his tone full of smugness:
"What else do you think?"
"I can forge swords, spears, and halberds, but I can also mend silk robes!"
"Back when my master was away, I blew up two caves on Xuanling Peak and a cliff called Zhihe Cliff."
"Since the headmaster doesn't pay me, I've been using this skill to repair my cave dwelling, supplement my income, and support my junior brothers and sisters!"
Xue Tong covered her eyes:
"Don't go around talking about this when you return to the Upper Realm. It's not very respectable for Wolf King."
Upon hearing this, Xue Lan was somewhat unconvinced, and the woman glared at her and retorted:
Didn't you say that labor is the most glorious thing?
"That one up ahead, the mighty Wolf King blew up two caves because of a failed experiment..."
"Parents don't give money, so they're short of funds..."
"This is outrageous, you know?"
Xue Lan seemed to understand something and nodded slightly:
"I see."
"Oh, right, there was another time before when I forged a sword for Zhu He that was as light as a feather but extremely sharp."
"As a result, he cut off his arm on the first day, and from then on I made him switch to épée training, hahaha."
Xue Tong: If you don't talk about yourself, you'll talk about others.
Just as Xue Lan was rambling on, Xu Qinghe's voice came from outside the weapon-refining cave:
"Xue Lan".
Xue Lan gently raised her hand, and the heavy cave door opened a crack. Xu Qinghe walked in, carrying a box in her hands.
"Master Uncle said that now that you are the head of the Ten Thousand Crafts Workshop, you should have a dignified outfit."
Xue Lan smiled brightly:
"New clothes? Were they made by Jiang Yun? What material are they made of?"
Xu Qinghe raised her hand and touched Xue Lan's brow:
"Don't even think about demolishing it."
While the two were talking, Xue Tong also leaned her head closer.
Xu Qinghe smiled gently and opened the box in front of the two of them.
With a flick of light from the woman's fingertips, her jet-black garment flew from the box into the air. The embroidery on the hem and cuffs rose like flames, without any specific imagery, yet it inexplicably evoked the image of a bloodthirsty beast.
It wanders across the black fabric, eventually clinging to a person's shoulder.
Xue Tong couldn't help but speak up:
"These clothes are so oppressive!"
Xu Qinghe smiled gently: "Xiao Tong has a good eye. The dark red patterns on this robe are a sign of killing intent."
"Killing intent?" Xue Tong was puzzled, but Xue Lan spoke up:
"The pattern on this garment represents the killing intent of Duanshui Pass."
The woman gently raised her hand and touched the pattern, and the crimson pattern began to twist and turn, like a crimson dragon.
Xu Qinghe looked at Xue Lan:
"This garment was specially made for you by Daoist Yuehua of the Jiangyun Sect. The patterns on it are pure killing intent that has been processed."
"From this day forward, I will be the head of a sect, the master of the Wan Gong Workshop!"