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Watching Cheng Feng hurrying towards the accounting room,

Zhao Wei turned to Wang Tieshan, and said with shame, "Master, is Junior Brother already in the mid-stage of Blood Refinement so quickly? I remember when he entered the sect, I was still at the peak of Blood Refinement. Now, Cheng Feng is already in the mid-stage, and I still haven't made any progress!"

Feeling the frustration of his eldest disciple, Wang Tieshan smiled and said, "This is talent, you can't envy it. Do you remember Huang Yao from Lianshan Prefecture?"

Before Zhao Wei could ask, Wang Tieshan answered, "She was advancing at the same pace as you back then, and now she is already in Bone Refinement."

Hearing this, a trace of loss flashed in Zhao Wei's eyes.

After a moment of silence, she raised her head, her eyes gleaming with determination: "Master, I will work harder to cultivate and will not let you down."

Wang Tieshan nodded with satisfaction. He knew that Zhao Wei had a resilient character. Once she made up her mind, she would definitely go all out. He said calmly, "The path of cultivation is long and arduous, remember not to be impatient. Your foundation is solid, as long as you persevere, you will break through one day."

After receiving the heavy iron from the martial arts hall, Cheng Feng took the heavy iron and Silver Feather and walked towards the old shop.

Everything remained the same as usual, except that the person responsible for receiving guests in the front hall had been replaced by a newly entered disciple.

Cheng Feng stepped forward and asked, "Is Master Liu here?"

Hearing this, the new disciple knew that the person in front of him was a regular customer of the shop, so he ran to the backyard without hesitation and called out his senior brother.

The senior brother came out and recognized Cheng Feng at a glance.

Clearly, this senior brother still had an impression of what had happened before. He asked with a slightly arrogant tone, "What do you need Master Liu for? Could it be that the weapon you had forged before was damaged?"

Cheng Feng did not explain much, but directly pointed to the heavy iron on the counter and the Silver Feather saber in his hand, and then slowly said, "I came this time to add some materials to the weapon. Blacksmith brother, see if this iron can be added. Be careful when you pick it up, it's a bit heavy."

The burly blacksmith had a forthright personality and a fiery temper. Without saying a word, he reached out to grab the iron block, wanting to weigh it to see how heavy it was.

However, this burly man was just an ordinary person. When he grabbed the iron block, which weighed about sixty pounds, with one hand, he clearly felt a little strenuous.

In fact, although the heavy iron that Wang Tieshan gave to Cheng Feng was only the size of a bowl, it weighed an astonishing sixty pounds.

Lifting such a heavy weight with one hand was already very impressive.

Cheng Feng was helpless about this. He just wanted to melt the iron into the saber!

He could still encounter this kind of trouble.

This blacksmith was also self-aware and went to the backyard to find Master Liu without saying a word.

Master Liu arrived with a smile on his face and carefully examined the heavy iron, saying, "Young man, this thing of yours is quite rare. Are you sure you want to melt it into the saber?"

Cheng Feng confirmed.

Master Liu nodded and said, "This heavy iron weighs about sixty pounds, but I just looked at it, and there are many impurities in it. After removing them, the remaining refined iron is about forty taels. Can you accept this weight?"

Master Liu didn't dare to take risks, so he brought a long stick weighing about forty pounds for Cheng Feng to test the feel.

Seeing Cheng Feng easily wielding the iron stick weighing more than forty pounds, Master Liu had nothing to say. He then confirmed Cheng Feng's requirements for the saber and other information, and after confirming them one by one,

he turned and walked towards the inner room. Soon, he came to a fiery red furnace, the flames burning fiercely, as if they could devour everything. He skillfully put the heavy iron into the furnace and began to hammer and forge it with special tools.

Cheng Feng stood aside, staring intently at the heavy iron in the furnace. As the flames roasted and the hammering continued, the heavy iron gradually turned red, and the impurities on the surface fell off under the high temperature. Master Liu's technique was skilled and powerful, each hammer blow seemed to be a silent contest with the heavy iron.

Time passed slowly, and the heavy iron in the furnace finally completed the process of removing impurities. Master Liu carefully clamped it out with tongs and placed it on the iron anvil next to it. At this time, the heavy iron had become pure and bright, like an uncut gem.

The next step was the key to melting the heavy iron juice into the saber. Master Liu returned to the inner room again, burning the Silver Feather into juice as well, and mixing it with the heavy iron juice to form the saber blank. He gently placed the saber blank on the iron anvil, and then began to hammer it with a special hammer.

Each hammer blow was accompanied by sparks and the crisp sound of metal colliding. Cheng Feng watched this scene nervously, his heart filled with anticipation. He knew that this moment would determine the fate of the weapon in his hand.

After a long wait and nervous watching, finally, with Master Liu's last hammer blow, the heavy iron was successfully integrated into the saber blank. At this time, the saber blank was still a dark original iron shape.

Master Liu took a piece of fur to wrap the handle, so that Cheng Feng could try the weight. If it was not suitable, he could add some more materials to increase the weight.

Cheng Feng tried it and felt it was still a bit light, so Master Liu directly added some iron essence juice.

Continue to reforge it.

Because the weight of the heavy iron changed after the impurities were extracted, Cheng Feng could only wait on the side at Master Liu's request.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being an old master.

After the second reforging, he directly increased the weight to a feel suitable for Cheng Feng.

The subsequent polishing and sharpening did not require Cheng Feng to be present.

The rest will be completed by other disciples.

Cheng Feng went straight home and had some fun with Xiaoqing. A suitable weapon was about to return, so next, he still had to work hard to save some points.

Until the third day, the sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle. It was a good day to pick up the saber. Cheng Feng came to the blacksmith shop full of expectation and saw at a glance the bright Embroidered Spring Saber displayed on the saber rack.

He walked closer to the saber rack, staring at the Embroidered Spring Saber in his hand. The blade gleamed with a sharp cold light in the sun, and the lines of the blade were smooth and beautiful, like a silver river dancing in the air. The handle was carved with delicate patterns, which not only added to the beauty but also improved the comfort of the grip.

Cheng Feng gently stroked the blade, feeling its icy touch, and a surge of unspeakable excitement welled up in his heart. He knew that this Embroidered Spring Saber was not just a weapon, but also a powerful assistant for his future battles.

Cheng Feng gripped the handle tightly and slowly drew the Embroidered Spring Saber from its scabbard. As the blade slid out, a sharp saber aura rushed towards him, making people couldn't help but be invigorated. He lightly waved the blade, and the saber light flickered, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, extremely beautiful.

This weight can perfectly match Cheng Feng's own strength, and on the saber guard, the name Silver Feather is also engraved.

Cheng Feng exclaimed in amazement, feeling the details, "Master Liu is so thoughtful."

Master Liu looked at Cheng Feng's satisfied expression and smiled, "Cheng Hui, thirty taels."

Cheng Feng felt a pain in his hand.