The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Ye Xiu knew very well that only with this kind of awareness could he create the best weapon.

Weapons forging here used to be done by hand, but it seems that's no longer necessary now, since there's a laborer available.

Han Wenqing: ? ? ? ?
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The rhythmic clanging of metal emanated from the forging table as Han Wenqing focused intently on controlling his strength and rhythm.

Ye Xiu, meanwhile, was cheering Han Wenqing on from the sidelines.

"No, Lao Ye, what you're doing isn't right. Lao Han is a wounded soldier, after all."

Old Wei said in a very "kind" way.

"Then why don't you go and fight?"

Ye Xiu glanced at Lao Wei. Lao Han was a master of boxing, and among all the people, Lao Han had the greatest strength. Such a good strongman should be put to good use.

Han Wenqing: ? ? ? I'm here and you want me to be a laborer?

"Hehe, what I mean is, could I ask Old Han to forge my silver weapon for me as well?"

Old Wei's true colors were finally revealed. Ye Xiu knew that Old Wei could never be so kind; it turned out he had his eye on his own laborer.

"no!"

"Why? It's just for me to use, it won't hurt Lao Han."

At this moment, Old Han, who was forging iron, really wanted to say:
"Doesn't any of you care about my own thoughts?"

However, Lao Wei and Lao Ye seemed completely unaware of this, and Ye Xiu insisted on not lending his own laborer, saying that he had finally found one.

In fact, Lao Han came to the second level to heal his injuries, so how did Ye Xiu end up using him as a laborer?

Zhang Xinjie silently watched this harmonious scene. Wasn't this the kind of life they all wanted?

"Alright! Let's go all out! This time, we must make Old Mo's Silver Weapon the strongest Silver Weapon!"

In fact, Old Mo's silver weapon was always the strongest silver weapon, or rather, no matter what silver weapon Old Mo wielded, it would always be the strongest.

Because no one can defeat Mo Qian, and the strongest person wields the strongest silver weapon, right?
"The sword blank alone already feels like a qualified silver weapon. Old Ye, what kind of shape do you want to forge this silver weapon into?"

This is the thing Lao Wei wants to know most right now: the oath of light and darkness. This silver sword blank is currently being forged by Han Wenqing and is slowly being forged in the direction most suitable for Mo Qian.

"I haven't decided yet, let Old Mo use the sword blank for now."

Old Wei: ...

Old Han: . . . . .

Zhang Xinjie: . . . . .

This style is very Ye Xiu-like.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's with those expressions on your faces? It's true, this sword blank has already used up so many materials, even if I wanted to add something to it, I'm powerless to do so."

Ye Xiu's reason was acceptable, and the three of them accepted it. Indeed, given the current materials, it was impossible to upgrade the sword embryo, so Mo Qian could only use the level 10 Oath of Light and Darkness for the time being.

"You know what, this level 10 short sword has almost the same stats as a level 20 or 30 ordinary longsword. And the feel is definitely more comfortable. You know my technique."

Ye Xiu said confidently, "The silver weapons I made have rarely failed to defeat me. It's not like you made them, so what are you so smug about, old Ye?"

Old Wei claims to be the best at dismantling Ye Xiu's facade. He feels restless if he doesn't dismantle Ye Xiu's facade for a day.

"I made the hilt of this sword according to Old Mo's hand shape. It's absolutely most comfortable for him to hold; no one else could."
Hearing this, Lao Wei's eyes lit up. Lao Wei also wanted a weapon with a great feel in his hand.

"Old Ye, when will you measure the values ​​of my hand? Actually, I really want a silver weapon with the best feel in my hand."

Ye Xiu admitted that he had underestimated Lao Wei's lack of any sense of shame.

"You really want everything, huh?!"

Ye Xiu pushed away Lao Wei, who was trying to get closer, because men shouldn't touch each other.

"Let's talk about it when you, Lao Wei, are able to turn the tide like Lao Mo, save the day from collapse, and prevent things from falling apart."

Old Ye's move was undeniably clever. He didn't directly reject Old Wei, but instead gave him an opportunity, though it was an opportunity that was practically impossible for Old Wei to realize.

"Then you might as well let me take on that Mexican guy by myself."

Old Wei rolled his eyes at Ye Xiu and then stopped pestering Ye Xiu to make him a silver weapon.

Soon, the forging process was nearing its end, and Han Wenqing had almost finished shaping the oath of light and darkness into the form Ye Xiu desired.

"This sword is really cool. It's just a bit low-grade. Old Ye, when did you learn to make swords like this? How come I didn't know about it before?"

"There are many things you don't know."

Ye Xiu picked up the sword. The only flaw of this sword might be that it was too perfect. Oh, and there was another small flaw. This flaw would be fatal to other swordsmen, but it was no problem at all for Mo Qian.

That's because the weight of this sword is wrong. It's very heavy. It's supposed to be a lightsaber, but it weighs about the same as a greatsword.

This effect was naturally created by Ye Xiu; in the future, this sword will not only have one form—a lightsaber.
A vow between light and darkness, a vow with only light, is not enough.

Due to the current shortage of materials, we can only give Lao Mo a sword like this, but Ye Xiu thinks it's enough.

At least, Mo Qian wouldn't let this sword become dull. Because the sword's hardness isn't just hype; it truly possesses inherent strength.

"It seems that even if Young Master Huang wanted this sword, he wouldn't be able to use it."

Old Wei picked up the sword and found it a bit uncomfortable to hold. The hilt was designed specifically for one person, so it would be uncomfortable for others to hold. But that wasn't the main point. The weight of the sword made it unsuitable for Huang Shaotian.

Only a monster like Mo Qian can wield a greatsword at the speed of a lightsaber. In the Alliance, here, there is only one swordsman like Mo Qian.

"Old Mo is really happy now, but Old Ye, how much material do we have left?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiu's hand paused. He had been so focused on getting the basic version of this silver weapon that he hadn't seemed to have paid attention to the materials he was consuming.

Then Ye Xiu opened his backpack.

Looking at the empty backpack, Ye Xiu fell silent. When he saw Lao Wei's puzzled look, Ye Xiu subconsciously said:

Yes! There are quite a few more!

Ye Xiu can lie without even blushing; his skin is professionally trained. (End of Chapter)