in the edge

Chapter 569: This Body is a Sword
South of the sky, Jiange.

Although this place is called Jiange, it has nothing to do with the sword itself. It is mainly because there is a majestic pass called Jianmen Pass nearby, so this place is also named Jiange - but perhaps it is precisely because of this name that it has attracted some blacksmiths to settle here. Relying on the name of Jiange, these blacksmiths have been making swords all year round, which can be considered a good business.

But on this day, the most inconspicuous blacksmith shop in Jiange received a special order.

"If you want to use the steel-cladding method, I know how to do it, but the steel you brought..."

Looking at the severed metal palm on the wooden table in front of him, the old blacksmith's face was full of hesitation.

"Let me ask you one more question. I'm afraid this was taken from a statue of some god or Buddha? This material..."

"Why waste so much time talking?"

The burly man wearing a bamboo hat slammed the table.

"Just say whether you will accept it or not!"

"Take it! Take it!"

Seeing that the burly man was angry, the old blacksmith subconsciously shrank his neck.

Although the origin of this piece of iron that looks like a broken palm is definitely questionable, based on the old blacksmith's many years of experience in blacksmithing, it is undoubtedly a top-quality piece of material - God knows why such a good piece of material was made into such a state, it is simply a waste of resources.

Now this burly man wants to make it into a sword, which can be said to be making the best use of it.

"It's just...ah."

With a sigh, the old blacksmith picked up the piece of iron.

"I can only hope that the gods and Buddhas will not blame me."

"Gods, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas?"

After hearing this, the burly man just sneered.

"If they have any objections, let them come to me themselves! I want to see what they have to say!"

"..."

Faced with such arrogant words, the old blacksmith didn't know what to say. After all, all the powerful masters these days are like this. They are dissatisfied and resentful all day long, as if they are invincible with the weapon in their hands. They don't even have the slightest respect for gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

But even though the customer didn't believe it, the old blacksmith himself had to believe it. After all, he was doing business and he had to at least worship the God of Wealth.

So, the God of Wealth shouldn’t blame me, right?
"It will take three months, you can come pick it up when the time comes."

The old blacksmith accepted the iron, bowed, and roughly gave a date.

But after hearing this, the burly man slammed the table again.

"Three months is too long! Seven days!"

"Seven, seven days?"

The old blacksmith was dumbfounded. Three months became seven days. How could it be so urgent?

"I have other orders to complete, so it's impossible to be quick..."

"Then let them wait!"

The burly man put his hand on the old blacksmith's shoulder.

"There are only seven days left. I will come again after seven days. If the sword is not made, you know the consequences."

"..."

Feeling the tremendous force on his shoulders, the old blacksmith was speechless.

If he had known earlier, he would not have taken this order. These gangsters are like this. They are not generous when they make a move, and they even threaten to kill the whole family at any time. But now it is too late for him to refuse, because the burly man has already turned around and walked out the door.

The old blacksmith only had seven days left.

This sword must be forged within seven days.

"What kind of evil is this?"

The old blacksmith couldn't help but feel unlucky. You know, there are several blacksmith shops in Jiange. This strange big man didn't go to those big merchants who ship faster, but chose to go to a small shop like him... Who did he offend?
"Forget it, just accept your bad luck."

Faced with this sudden disaster, the old blacksmith had no choice but to work overtime.

While telling his young apprentice to pull the bellows, the old blacksmith began to try to melt the unfamiliar steel. Although he was still quite dissatisfied with the matter itself, this kind of top-quality material had a fatal attraction to any blacksmith - in fact, the old blacksmith felt that it was a waste of resources to let him make this piece of steel, and if he replaced it with a craftsman with better skills, he would definitely be able to make something better.

But the old blacksmith never thought of giving up this opportunity. He felt that this would be the best work he would make in his lifetime.

If he could make a famous sword that would last forever, it would be a good job for his children and grandchildren. Just based on the reputation of this sword, his children and grandchildren would have endless food and clothing.

As the flames grew more intense, the steel itself also burned red. After some forging, the steel, which originally looked like a severed palm, gradually revealed the shape of a sword blank - but the old blacksmith still remembered that the burly man wanted to use the steel-wrapping method, that is, to use this steel as the core and then cover it with fine steel as the skin, so as to make a sword that is both hard and soft.

To the old blacksmith, this was obviously an amateur's idea. After all, as the old saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade. If this sword is to be made seriously, it would be more appropriate to use the clamped steel method. That is, this excellent steel should be used as the blade to maximize its function.

But the customer has already made the request, and there is no reason for the old blacksmith to change it. After all, it was the customer who proposed it himself, probably because it has a special usage?
"But... we still have to change our thinking."

The old blacksmith thought about it, but still did not follow the ideas given by the burly man completely.

It's not that the steel-wrapping method can't be used, but that would be equivalent to completely wasting this excellent steel. The old blacksmith had to wrap the good steel inside. This was the first time he had heard of this method - but if only similar methods were used, the old blacksmith really knew an idea.

"It's only because I met you that I can get it for you... Seven days is a bit rushed."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the old blacksmith began his work.

The technique that the old blacksmith was going to use was similar to the steel-wrapping method, except that the steel-wrapping method was to directly wrap the better steel bar with fine steel, while the old blacksmith used another method that looked similar but was actually completely different.

This old blacksmith directly made a set of mother-and-child swords.

The so-called mother sword is the outer layer of fine steel sword body, which is easy to use for cutting, chopping and stabbing on a daily basis, but the best part of this sword is the sub-sword hidden in the fine steel sword body, that is, the dagger blank forged from that piece of excellent steel - in other words, the fine steel sword body is itself another layer of scabbard. If it is pulled off suddenly, the exposed dagger can cut through iron like mud.

This old man must have some unique skills to be able to open a shop in Jiange amidst the competition from so many blacksmith shops.

"What a fine sword!"

Although it was agreed that it would take seven days, in reality it only took five days. The old blacksmith worked overtime and completed the forging of the sword.

It was because the performance of the core iron was so excellent that he was able to complete such a sword in his lifetime. Otherwise, he might not be able to forge such a complex sword even if he lived another fifty years.

But just when the old blacksmith was about to wait another two days to hand over the sword, the burly man suddenly pushed the door open.

"Is it done? It is indeed a good sword!"

The burly man couldn't help but smile as he snatched the sword from the old blacksmith's hand.

Just because the thought that emerged in my heart became clearer and clearer.

"Okay, now you have taken the first step towards mastering your power."

The thought in his heart was guiding him.

"The next words..."

"The next thing to do is, of course, to kill all these people."

As he said this, the burly man, or rather the God of Shining Light, had already drawn his sword.

Yes, he had no intention of paying from the beginning, after all, these mortal blacksmiths knew too much - if it weren't for the thought from the broken palm telling him that only mortals could melt it into a weapon, he would never let such an important thing fall into the hands of mortals. Fortunately, he had shielded himself well enough in the past few days, and the matter of making swords was not discovered by other powerful people, so now it was naturally time to finish it.

As long as he killed these mortal blacksmiths, no one would know that he had been here, and no one would know that he had once stolen a piece of the body of the extraterritorial demon.

"Are you really going to do this?"

The thought that had been lingering in my mind arose again.

"You have to think carefully. If a sword kills someone, it may not be so useful if it is stained with evil spirits..."

"It doesn't matter. It's only the outer shell that will kill people anyway."

As he said this, Yaoguang Xingjun looked at the old blacksmith with a more dangerous look in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, it's you, old man. I've told you time and again that you must use the steel-wrapped method, but what did you come up with? You had to be so clever as to make a mother-and-child sword?"

Saying this, Shining Star Lord raised his sword.

"Since you, old man, are so thoughtful, why not use you to unseal this sword?"

"...Use an old man's blood to open it for me?"

In the mind of Yaoguang Xingjun, thoughts that did not belong to him once again emerged.

"Are you looking down on me a little too much?"

"Whose blood do you want to use?"

Yaoguang Xingjun looked indifferent.

The power that had once killed him five times in a row was now within his grasp, and the Star Lord Yaoguang was in a good mood.

"Do you want to use the blood of some evil master? Or the blood of some monster? No matter if it's a jackal, a tiger, a leopard, or..."

"I think it would be more appropriate to use the blood of a powerful being."

It was at this moment that the thought in my mind emerged again.

The long sword in Yaoguang Xingjun's hand had already turned uncontrollably.

The sharp sword blade pointed at the neck of Yaoguang Xingjun.

"What did you say..."

Poof——

Before Yaoguang Xingjun could say anything, the sharp sword blade had already pierced through his neck, even directly cutting Yaoguang Xingjun's neck.

The huge head rolled to the ground, and there was still an incredible look on the face of Yaoguang Xingjun.

"You, how could you..."

Dang clang——

The blood-stained sword fell to the ground, and the blood-stained blade exuded a mysterious aura.

It makes people want to pick it up.

"This sword, this sword..."

Everyone in the blacksmith shop was stunned by this sudden change, and the old blacksmith who was closest to the shop could not even control his steps and gradually walked towards the sword.

"This sword..."

The old blacksmith tremblingly picked up the sword he had made with his own hands.

A sword made of steel should be a dead object, but the old blacksmith always felt that the sword seemed to be telling him something.

"This sword..."

At this moment, the old blacksmith had already noticed that there seemed to be something strange about this weapon, but even though he had noticed this, he was reluctant to throw the sword away.

After all, this is the sword he made with his own hands.

After all, this is a rare and good sword.

This sword...

"Give me the sword back!"

It was at this moment that the burly body that had lost its head suddenly reached out to grab the old blacksmith!
Seeing that the corpse could still move, the old blacksmith was horrified. He staggered a few steps and wanted to retreat, but the sword in his hand carried his body forward - with just one sword, the burly body was cut in half. The cutting felt as soft as a feather, and the feeling of cutting through the bones was even easier than a hot knife cutting into grease!

“This… is murder!”

The old blacksmith was so frightened that he fell to the ground and couldn't even stand up.

But the fact that the old blacksmith didn't move didn't mean that the sword wouldn't move. So in the eyes of several apprentices in the blacksmith shop, the old blacksmith clearly took advantage of the posture of falling to the ground and pierced the head with a sword.

When did their old master become so skilled?
And that head, it’s been pierced, why is its mouth still open?

"You kid..."

The head pierced by the blade stared at the hilt with eyes wide open.

"You, you actually lied to me..."

"I didn't lie to you. I just told you that only mortals can use the power of equality for all beings."

Thoughts that did not belong to him once again appeared in the mind of Yaoguang Xingjun.

"Look, now we are truly equal. An ordinary person can kill you with a few swords. There is nothing wrong with this power. How can you say that I am lying to you?"

"You...bastard!"

The head couldn't help but curse out loud after all.

"I, I will come back..."

"I hope so. I'll wait for you to come back."

As this thought flashed through his mind, Yaoguang Xingjun's head was immediately lifted into the air, and then with just a sword flower, it was cut into pieces on the ground.

Only a group of apprentices were left, staring blankly at their master who suddenly showed his great power.

"This……"

Looking at the old blacksmith lying on the ground with his sword in hand, and then looking at the chopped-up body on the ground, several blacksmith apprentices looked at each other, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

"First, close the door first!"

In the end, the old blacksmith, who had recovered his breath, made the decision himself.

As the door closed, the old blacksmith once again looked at the sword in his hand.

It seemed like he had really created something incredible.

(End of this chapter)