Elder Ling forced a bitter smile, his eyes unexpectedly showing a hint of redness.
Years of dreams, cruelly shattered just at the mont of realization! For a super craftsman like him, it was a pain worse than death.
Su Chen looked at Elder Ling’s lost and desolate appearance and panicked, "Grandmaster Ling, don’t be sad, if the Supre is gone, we can just find another opportunity to forge it again."
"There won’t be another chance, my only piece of Supre Profound Iron is already used up..."
Elder Ling shook his head sorrowfully, then turned away in disappointnt, slowly walking towards the depths of the first floor of the Sword Casting Pavilion.
It wasn’t until his figure rged with the darkness that Su Chen ca to his senses, ran over to pick up the longsword, and began to tremble all over.
The anticipated glorious success had, in the end, turned into such a blood-colored gloom that Su Chen still found it hard to accept this reality.
This eerily mystical longsword seed to have fallen into silence, with any wind attribute aura imperceptible. Could it really have beco useless scrap?
Su Chen shook his head vigorously, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
He had never desired anything so much; not even when he longed for the Beast Cultivator’s Cultivation Technique and skill secrets did he feel this way. Because the Supre was a treasure of the world, a weapon that could help him grow strong in a short amount of ti. But now, it had beco a piece of scrap iron.
"Why did it turn out like this, why..."
Su Chen muttered to himself, stubbornly refusing to let the tears fall from his eyes.
He didn’t even notice that within his Dantian, that dark red sphere had just returned to calm....
In the blink of an eye, two months passed. During these two months, Su Chen devoted himself to practicing the Wind Shadow Seven Styles and Wind Vortex. Although Elder Ling no longer sought him out, he still took ti in his spare monts to review and supplent his sparse knowledge of weapon forging. Gradually, he grew familiar with the materials, techniques, and key points in forging. And as the Sea of Qi of the Beast continued to expand, with the usage becoming increasingly frequent, his understanding of wind attribute elents progressively matured. Though he hadn’t reached the level of manipulating elental forces for attack, he could already use the Qi of the Wind Attribute to reduce the pressure of the heavy hamr during forging and to assist in kindling flas.
During these two months, his opportunities to et Yue Xianling gradually increased.
Since Su Chen often went to the Hundred Treasures Garden to cultivate, and Yue Xianling also liked to play there, they occasionally encountered each other. In this way, eting every few days, even an eight-year-old child gradually developed a subtle emotion.
With the wind and sunshine, a gentle breeze blew through the Hundred Treasures Garden, and willows painting a picturesque scene by the waterside.
After practicing his sword stances, Su Chen lay on the grass, staring blankly at the azure sky. The drifting white clouds above were so leisurely and free. If one day he could beco powerful enough to traverse the heavens and the earth, how wonderful it would be.
He couldn’t help but glance again at the longsword lying quietly on the ground.
Ever since it transford from a Supre to scrap iron, Su Chen had kept it by his side. Even though he hadn’t used it, just looking at it made Su Chen reminisce about his passionate and excited expectations for the Supre’s ergence.
"If only you could be revived, how wonderful it would be?"
Su Chen caressed the blade sorrowfully, "Supre, Supre, because of a flash of blood-red light, you were cast into the mundane world, becoming so worthless."
He smiled bitterly and suddenly sighed, "No matter what, you are sothing Grandmaster Ling and I forged together; I will not abandon you. From now on, I will call you the Bloodlight Sword. Bloodlight Sword... well, when I turn nineteen, I will officially make you my weapon!"
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