The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 51 - Forging Swords
"Thank you"
Not yet had time to finish his words the figure had disappeared with the gusts of the night wind. Xin Chen noticed the Deathly Rhythm Book in his hand, although only two sheets he was sure the contents in the paper were high-level science that had its own level of difficulty to master.
"Chen, I don't know why you're so eager to master this black school of science. I suggest you be careful when you study it. You've heard it yourself, haven't you? The grandfather said he had regretted his life. Don't let you feel the same remorse as he did."
"I don't feel scared. If I walk the wrong way, you can break all my bones."
The Lightning Fox knew Xin Chen couldn't possibly retract his words, he revealed a small smile, patting the child's shoulder slowly. "It looks like you got a good item."
Lightning Fox's iris was fixed on the sword in Xin Chen's hand, it was almost as if he was laughing at the child. "You don't make any sense at all, how can you use a sword that's twice as long as your body size in a fight."
A little embarrassed Xin Chen replied, "This... It can't be used, I don't intend to use it either."
"So what are you taking for?"
"As a collection, later if it can be sold yes sold, easy." The Lightning Fox swallowed a wry saliva. "In financial terms I admit your brain is very diluted,"
"Hahahaha it's better, if in my hands the treasure will be more useful than used to make havoc."
The early morning sky turned bluish, Xin Chen yawned widely, he was a little stunned when he realized one shocking fact. His face hurriedly looked at the Lightning Fox. "So for five days in a row I didn't sleep?!"
"Where do I know, your own fault is not asking for rest."
"Whatever! Where are we going now?"
The Lightning Fox closed its eyes, answering Xin Chen with a flat expression. "Following the direction of the wind."
"Seriously?" Xin Chen watched his surroundings, both of them staring at each other.
"You forgot? With the map you took in that Ghost Village, you should know where we're going now."
Xin Chen had just recalled that, he checked the map. Looking around for the location of various places that have been marked, but for a moment his eyebrows docked.
"Too many places they mark... Looks like they're also after one other celestial heirloom.."
"Armor God of War? Didn't he say it was destroyed?"
To the knowledge of the Lightning Fox, the spirit female named Huo Zhao once said so. But he also could not confirm whether it was true or not, let alone with the high-level science of the sword that had been broken alone could still be easily put together.
"I think for the sky heirloom level weapons even if only the pieces are still very targeted. As with the piece of Phoenix Steel, it might only have half left but everyone wanted it."
"You're right, then where should we go first?"
While Xin Chen was silent and did not answer while his eyes moved to look at the contents of the map, he showed it to the Lightning Fox while pointing at one of the places.
"We're going North."
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The scorching afternoon faded again, the afternoon breeze blew slowly along Xin Chen's footsteps through the small path with the green weeds ledge. Occasionally a small whistle from his mouth, just to expel boredom.
They arrived at a strange place, perhaps a place in the middle of nowhere that was minimal population. As far as the eye can see it contains only a stretch of knee-length foliage. A few minutes walk they finally found housing, although only a few at least in that place still provide lodging.
The sweat flooded their bodies amid the increasingly heated air inside.
"Where are you going?" The Lightning Fox cursed when it realized Xin Chen's feet had turned instead to another place, from the direction of his view he was sure that the child must be interested in the sword-forging house.
"If you don't want to come, I'll stop by here."
The fox turned his eyeballs off, he also did not want to interfere in human affairs anymore. Choosing to find an inn to meditate on finally he immediately left Xin Chen.
A heavy hammer was heard pounding in the ear, right next to the two people a high-temperature fire furnace was burning.
"Uncle, can I come in here?"
Trang!! Trang! Trang!
Not receiving a response, Xin Chen again shouted loudly until both of his legs tiptoed. Three times doing the same but still not getting an answer Xin Chen finally ventured to enter. Closer to the man who is likely the father of the young man.
"Sorry!!! Not polite!"
Xin Chen's scream was drowned out by the sound of the hammer's thump growing heavier, he took in a patient breath.
"Hey, come! You can hear me?"
"Where else is this?! Sorry, if you want to beg you better go to the house next door!!"
"Who would beg!" xin Chen shouted loudly, "I want to ask you to forge a sword for me!" xin Chen shouted so that his voice could be heard by the man.
The work of the two of them came to a halt for a moment, a rejection sounded from his mouth. "We can't accept your offer, after all you can see we're finishing this sword."
Xin Chen was still heavy-hearted, after looking at the large rock there was a sword forged so well that he was eager to possess a weapon. Which he could use of course.
"I'm gonna pay a lot for this, come on..."
Xin Chen's eyes began to ponder, although no one was willing to look at that expectant gaze of his. "Two thousand pieces of gold will be paid immediately..." He offered again.
"Five thousand pieces of gold," the young man next to him refuted.
"Li-five thousand?! You kidding?" Xin Chen coughed, come to think of it as nothing if he gave up straight away, the items in his space ring also have a high value that if estimated already exceeds the number of hundreds of thousands of gold pieces.
It was just that Xin Chen was anxious to keep it, perhaps one day he found people who would later need the money to survive.
"Three thousand five hundred gold pieces can?" Xin Chen was still trying to bargain.
"Young Master, I'm sorry. Forging swords from our clan took 3 months to even half a year just to forge a single sword. I think that's a pretty good pay as a result of our hard work."
The young man averted his eyes as a woman walked into the room, delivering their lunch. His snow-white face looked even more pale, his lips were dry due to internal diseases on his body.
"I-mom! Watch out!"
The woman's feet tripped over the iron wreckage, causing her body to slump down towards the hot iron.
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