CLANG!
The sound reverberated through the air, the shockwave sending sparks flying.
Yun Lintian raised his fist and slamd down again.
CLANG!
And again.
CLANG!
With each strike, the fragnts drew closer, the cracks between them sealing. But sothing was missing—the sword remained dull, lifeless.
Tie Muqiu gritted her teeth. "It's not enough. The faith—you need to call it!"
Yun Lintian understood.
He closed his eyes, reaching out with his divine sense. Beyond the workshop, beyond the courtyard—into the streets of Nine Firmant City.
He listened.
To the whispers of rchants praising his na.
To the prayers of cultivators who revered him.
To the hopeful murmurs of mortals who saw him as their protector.
And then—he pulled.
A golden light, faint but unwavering, stread into the workshop. It swirled around the Human Emperor Sword, sinking into its tal.
The blade shuddered.
Then—
BOOM!
A pulse of golden energy exploded outward, the shockwave nearly knocking Tie Muqiu off her feet. Yun Lintian steadied her as the light faded, revealing the sword—now whole, its blade gleaming with renewed brilliance.
Tie Muqiu exhaled shakily. "...It worked."
Linlin and Qingqing, who had been peeking in from the doorway, cheered.
Yun Lintian picked up the sword, feeling its weight. The tal humd in his grip, as if grateful to be whole again.
But more than that—it felt alive.
Tie Muqiu wiped the sweat from her brow, her breathing slightly labored. But instead of putting down her tools, she tightened her grip on the hamr.
"Not done yet," she said sharply.
Yun Lintian blinked. "What?"
Before he could react, Tie Muqiu's entire aura shifted.
A deep, ancient pressure suddenly filled the forge—one that made even the divine flas bow in reverence. Her eyes glowed with a golden light, and intricate runes crawled up her arms, pulsing with each heartbeat.
This was the first ti Yun Lintian had seen her in action.
And it was terrifying.
Yun Lintian quickly put the sword back to the anvil and stepped aside.
Tie Muqiu raised her hamr and slamd down as her aura flared up.
CLANG!
The sound wasn't just loud—it resonated through space itself, shaking the very foundations of the workshop. The Human Emperor Sword trembled violently, its golden glow intensifying.
Yun Lintian's eyes widened. Every strike carried a profound rhythm, as if she wasn't just forging tal—she was rewriting the sword's very existence.
CLANG!
Another strike. The blade's edge sharpened, its divine aura condensing.
CLANG!
Another. The sword's surface shimred, ancient runes surfacing along its length—runes Yun Lintian had never seen before.
Linlin and Qingqing clutched each other, their tiny forms trembling. "Big Brother Yun... what is this?!"
Yun Lintian didn't answer. He couldn't.
Because what he was witnessing wasn't just forging.
It was creation.
Tie Muqiu's movents were fluid, precise—every strike carrying the weight of countless generations of blacksmiths. The flas obeyed her will, dancing around the blade, tempering it beyond its original limits.
And then—
"Final stroke!"
Her hamr descended one last ti, striking not just the sword, but the very air around it.
BOOM!
A shockwave of golden light exploded outward, forcing Yun Lintian to raise his arms in defense. When the light faded, the sword hovered in midair, humming with power.
No—it wasn't just humming.
It was singing.
The Human Emperor Sword had not just been repaired—it had been reborn. Its edge was sharper, its aura purer, and the divine energy within it surged like a living thing.
Tie Muqiu lowered her hamr, the glow in her eyes fading. She exhaled deeply, her body swaying slightly from exhaustion.
"...Now it's done."
Yun Lintian stepped forward, catching her before she could collapse. "You—"
She waved him off, though her legs still shook. "Don't get sentintal. Just take the damn sword."
Yun Lintian hesitated, then reached out. The mont his fingers touched the hilt, the sword's energy surged into him—not as a wild force, but as a willing partner.
It recognized him.
No—it recognized the faith he carried.
Linlin gasped. "So strong!"
Qingqing's eyes sparkled. "It's beautiful!"
Tie Muqiu chuckled, though her voice was weak. "Of course it is. I don't do half-assed work."
Yun Lintian studied the blade, marveling at its newfound brilliance. "This isn't just restoration. You improved it."
Tie Muqiu shrugged. "The sword was always ant to be like this. The inheritor of the God of Mortal just never understood its true potential."
Yun Lintian frowned. "What do you an?"
She t his gaze, her expression serious for once. "The Human Emperor Sword doesn't just absorb faith—it reflects it. The stronger the wielder's conviction, the stronger the blade becos. Fan Shen used faith as a tool, so the sword was never truly his."
She pointed at Yun Lintian. "But you? You carry the hopes of countless people without even realizing it. That's why the sword responds to you."
Yun Lintian fell silent. He hadn't considered that.
Tie Muqiu sighed, rubbing her sore arms. "Anyway, it's done. Now get out of my forge. I need to rest."
Yun Lintian nodded, sheathing the sword carefully. "Thank you."
She snorted. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't break it again."
As Yun Lintian turned to leave, Linlin and Qingqing scampered after him, still buzzing with excitent.
But before he stepped out, Tie Muqiu called out one last ti.
"Yun Lintian."
He glanced back.
Her expression was softened. "Thank you for bringing here."
Yun Lintian was surprised slightly and smiled. "You're welco. I will co here often in the future. I want to learn about forging."
"Get lost." Tie Muqiu rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively.
Yun Lintian laughed and left with Qingqing and Linlin.
"Big Brother Yun, are you going to send the sword away?" Linlin asked as Yun Lintian left the courtyard.
Yun Lintian looked at the Human Emperor Sword in his hand and said. "Yes. Although it has sowhat recognized , it doesn't belong to . I'm not the one who carries the faith of humanity. What I am carrying is my wish to protect everyone around ."
He paused for a mont and said further. "Besides, I've promised Fan Shen to send it back to his ho star. Even though Fan Shen is our enemy, I respect his last wish. I can see that it truly ca from the bottom of his heart."
Linlin nodded slowly and said nothing more. But there was a trace of pity in her eyes.
Yun Lintian smiled and said. "Don't worry. The God Slaying Sword and the Heaven Sunderer are enough for to deal with Nian Shi and Yin."
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