Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2288: 1044, where did this sword embryo come from?

Chapter 2288: 1044, where did this sword embryo co from?

At this mont, Han Muye was clearly a youth in a cyan cloth robe, with a thin face.

The piece of black tal he was holding in his hand was extrely heavy.

This was Primordial Iron, an additive in the sword refinent process that could make the Dharma artifact even sharper.

However, Primordial Iron is not a precious spiritual material and could only be used to refine the lowest level of Dharma artifacts.

Such low-level swords were common in the Weapon Refinent Hall of Nine Mystic Mountain of the Western Frontier where Han Muye used to work.

Clutching the chunk of iron, Han Muye followed the team ahead until they reached a large furnace with flas rising high.

That furnace was one of the refining furnaces, though it appeared quite rudintary.

In front of the furnace, a soot-covered old man with a hamr in his hand, a worried look on his face, was listlessly hamring a sword embryo.

To Han Muye, it was already hamred excessively and could no longer be refined into a sword.

“Quick, put in the Primordial Iron.”

“Heavy Black tal, add three pieces.”

While striking the black sword embryo, the old man wielding the hamr called out.

The figures holding spiritual materials approached the furnace and placed the materials in their hands into it.

The flas in the furnace instantly blazed even more fiercely.

Han Muye stepped forward as well, placing his own chunk of ore into it.

After adding the ores, the others left one after another. Han Muye did not leave, instead, he found a corner to lean on and then set his gaze on the hamr-wielding elder.

In fact, the elder possessed so skills in weapon refining, but whether it was due to his old age or an unsettled mind, his hamr strikes were inconsistent, and it was clear that the sword embryo was ruined.

Although it seed undamaged from the outside, internally, the variety of spiritual materials had already beco a chaotic ss.

A sword embryo like this could not be refined into a true weapon.

“How many tis did I just hamr it?”

Suddenly, the elder froze with his hamr in mid-air and looked up at Han Muye in the corner.

The elder’s face was grayish-white, and a glint of divine light shone through his eyes.

“One thousand three hundred and one.”

Han Muye pondered for a mont and then responded.

These words made the elder’s eyes twitch, and a hard-to-conceal spiritual light flashed across them.

Bowing his head, he continued to hamr the sword embryo in silence.

Half an hour later, the elder threw the ruined sword embryo onto the ground.

“It’s ruined,” he said, putting down the hamr and walking away.

After a few steps, the elder turned his head to look at Han Muye, “Kid, co earlier tomorrow.”

Han Muye didn’t know what he ant but still nodded.

Walking down the hillside, several middle-aged n in the sa cyan robes had co to et him, “Brother, the Mountain Master favors you; you’re going to rise to prominence.”

“Indeed, the Mountain Master is a blacksmith, and surely you can beco one too.”

The others also offered their complints, leading Han Muye to a large encampnt and providing him with a separate chamber.

Han Muye sat cross-legged in the chamber, his gaze fixed ahead.

He thought the Eternal Sword Platform was a challenge he posed to the endless sword paths using his own swordsmanship to leave behind an inheritance, yet it was an illusion all along.

This illusion was incredibly realistic, so much so that even Han Muye, who had already grasped the barriers at the Creator Level, could not detect its falsehood.

Such skill intrigued Han Muye as well.

In the days to follow, he would always go early to the side of the refining furnace to watch the Mountain Master refine weapons.

The Mountain Master was always refining a three-foot-long sword.

He consud a lot of spiritual materials, and every ti, sothing would go wrong while forging the sword embryos.

Later, Han Muye also learned from the servants that the Mountain Master owned Broken Sword Mountain and inherited the thod of sword refinent. This ti he was forging a sword for the lord of Yunjiang City.

The lord of Yunjiang City intended to use this sword to confront Feng Yangqing, the owner of Wind Sword Manor, located a thousand miles away.

Feng Yangqing had once swept across tens of thousands of miles with a Peerless Sword forged by the Mountain Master.

After half a year, the spiritual materials provided by the lord of Yunjiang City were exhausted, yet the Mountain Master’s sword had still not been forged.

Han Muye watched for half a year, observing the Mountain Master using various forging thods to refine weapons, but the weapon always broke at the last mont.

“Today is the final deadline for the sword refinent. Let’s see how you would refine this sword.” In front of the stone platform, the Mountain Master spoke softly, then continued to hamr the sword embryo gripped by the tongs incessantly.

Han Muye quietly observed as the sword embryo slowly took shape but then the integration problem with the spiritual materials reappeared in the previously problematic area.

But this ti, the master of the mountain did not stop, but quickly hamred the sword embryo.

Shortly after, the sword embryo took shape, and at a glance, it appeared to be an extrely sharp sword, its spiritual materials’ sharpness and heft both unquestionable.

Moreover, the sword carried a faint spiritual light, clearly a high-quality existence among Dharma artifacts.

Han Muye knew that all these were just appearances, that the sword actually couldn’t bear a strong power infusion, and that it would break in a fight against a powerful enemy.

“The sword is ready, take it to your master to complete your task,” the mountain master said, tossing the refined three-foot-long sword to Han Muye.

Han Muye had not yet reached out to catch it when a figure had already flown out, grabbing the sword.

The person who acted was clearly the leading manager who had followed the master for over a decade.

The manager had a smile on his face as he looked at the frowning master of the mountain, then at Han Muye standing by.

“Master, it is not that I have betrayed you, it’s just that the lord of the city gave too much,” he said.

“You took a liking to this kid as soon as he arrived, allowing him to watch your weapon refining every day, yet for those of us who have followed for decades, you didn’t even give us the chance to glance.”

“The brothers have all felt disheartened.”

The leading manager laughed heartily, carrying the long sword as he left.

The mountain master glanced at Han Muye, gestured with his hand, and tossed the hamr to him.

“Your turn.”

Han Muye caught the hamr and began to refine the sword.

When the sword embryo was about to take shape, the mountain master behind him suddenly spoke, “Gold Inlay Hamr.”

As Han Muye’s hamr head struck down, it abruptly halted, rolling across the sword embryo.

A cloud pattern appeared.

This was the key secret when refining this sword.

As he was about to lift the hamr again, the mountain master grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Leave,” he said.

“Do not co back here again.”

Tossing the incomplete sword embryo to Han Muye, the mountain master turned and walked away.

Han Muye looked at the sword embryo in his hand, his face revealing a hint of curiosity.

After ten days, news ca that the city lord of Yunjiang had dueled with Feng Yangqing for a hundred moves before his sword shattered and he was defeated.

Three days later, Yunjiang’s army set foot on Broken Sword Mountain.

Han Muye looked at the fires rising from Broken Sword Mountain, then at the sword in his hand, and so understanding dawned in his heart.

Swords are double-edged, harming both others and oneself.

He stepped onto Broken Sword Mountain again, where the barracks had been dismantled.

Disorderly soldiers were now chasing and killing the servants and apprentices of Broken Sword Mountain.

“Who goes there!”

“Seize him!”

Several figures rushed toward Han Muye.

Han Muye lifted the unfinished sword embryo in his hand and shouted, “I want to see the city lord.”

“This is the true Peerless Sword.”

A Peerless Sword?

The soldiers did not believe it and advanced with their swords and spears.

With one swing of the sword embryo in Han Muye’s hand, all the swords and spears were sundered.

The soldiers stared at Han Muye in shock.

But in a mont, Han Muye was brought before a middle-aged man in light armor with a short beard.

Not far away, the dust-covered master of the mountain was being pushed by several soldiers, kneeling by the collapsed furnaces.

“His na is Han Muye, the apprentice whom the master values!”

“He can refine weapons; the master allowed only him to watch his sword-making.”

“The sword in his hands must be one the master has made,” the servant who were held at spearpoint in panic exclaid.

The light-armored middle-aged man’s gaze fell on the sword embryo in Han Muye’s hands, narrowing his eyes.

“Where does this sword embryo co from?” he asked.