Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 434 Farewell Again
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Inside the Heavenly Craft Cave, the earth fire flickered in the black iron furnace, illuminating the entire cave with alternating light and shadow.

The moment Xu Yunfan stepped into the weapon-refining room, the crimson flames in the earth fire pool suddenly surged and poured into the weapon-forging furnace, with clanging sounds ringing out incessantly.

Without turning his head, Zhan Yan, who was forging iron, smashed the heavy hammer in his hand with the force of wind and thunder towards the anvil. The sparks that flew everywhere suddenly stopped three feet away from Xu Yunfan, as if they were frozen in the air by an invisible hand. The tiny sparks disappeared in mid-air like sparks.

"Master!"

Xu Yunfan's voice rang out softly.

This was his true mentor in martial arts, and he naturally held him in high esteem.

Xu Yunfan gazed at the mottled stone walls of Tiangong Cave, his heart filled with emotion.

If I had missed Tiangong Cave back then and hadn't been seen by Zhan Yan, I might still be wandering the martial world.

Although with his talent, reaching the pinnacle of martial arts is only a matter of time, he can't even begin to calculate how much blood he will shed or how many swords he will break on this path.

Perhaps, they might even miss the arrival of the Yuanshi Sect disciples, completely losing the opportunity to go to the outside world, and ultimately wasting their lives in the Divine Martial Realm.

Who can truly understand the meaning of every sip and every bite?

The firelight in Zhan Yan's single eye flickered, and the hammerhead trembled slightly in mid-air. He turned around, looked at the familiar face, put down the hammer, wiped the leather cloth hanging on his body with his rough hands, and wanted to rush forward, but subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

He couldn't help but smile, suppressing his excitement.

"So the brat actually knows how to come back?"

The old blacksmith's voice was rough, like sandpaper grinding iron, but he couldn't hide the slight tremor at the end of his tone, "Didn't the celestial nectar and ambrosia from the upper realm soften your bones?"

"I haven't even had a taste of the celestial nectar yet."

Xu Yunfan smiled and replied.

Having gone to the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm before, I had no idea when I would be able to return. Perhaps when I returned, it would be a hundred years or more later. By then, times would have changed, and all my old friends would be gone. What would there be to reminisce about?

Looking at his master's knuckles as he gripped the hammer, those knuckles that could once crush black iron with bare hands were now swollen like tree burls, with bluish-purple veins bulging out like earthworms under the wrinkled skin.

Zhan Yan has spent his life forging iron, and now his body is imbued with the essence of metal through the crucible of iron and fire.

He suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Disciple has come to greet you, Master. You have been waiting for a long time."

Zhan Yan pulled Xu Yunfan up.

"Alright, stop with this girlish coyness. I'm not dead yet."

Zhan Yan patted Xu Yunfan on the shoulder: "You've been under too much pressure in that so-called 'world,' haven't you?"

Xu Yunfan felt a warmth in his heart. Even someone as ruthless and heartless as him, a man who could be called a demon, couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

"Master, I."

"Stop!"

Zhan Yan picked up the iron tongs, clamped the red-hot sword blank in the furnace, and was very satisfied, as it was heated to the perfect temperature.

"Stop saying anything mushy and come help me finish this sword fight."

He glanced at me with his one eye, the firelight streaming through his wrinkles. "After all this time, you haven't even learned how to hold a hammer anymore, have you?"

Xu Yunfan chuckled upon hearing this. He casually tore off his cloud-patterned brocade robe, revealing his upper body, which looked as if it had been cast from refined iron. After three years of foundation building in the Taihua Realm, his mortal body had long been tempered into jade bones.

As magical power flowed through his body, the Xuanwu Dao patterns flickered with his breath, and every inch of his skin shimmered with starlight.

"Ding!"

The moment you hold the hammer, the patina on the handle perfectly matches the memory of your palm.

Xu Yunfan's hammer swing was perfectly precise, but the sword embryo that struck the ground was no longer just sparks; it was a blue light imbued with the true martial aura. The earth fire pool suddenly boiled, and the Xuanwu phantom formed from the fiery marrow actively wrapped around the hammer head, imprinting tortoise shell patterns on the sword embryo.

"Smelly boy"

Zhan Yan's one eye glared wide, and charcoal ash fell from his eyebrow.

He saw each cluster of sparks condense into miniature stars in the sky, the hammering sound subtly echoing the rhythm of the Seven Mansions of Zhenwu.

Even more terrifying was the ordinary iron sword blank, which was now greedily devouring Xu Yunfan's overflowing magic power, with drops of crimson gold liquid, like Xuanwu's essence blood, seeping from the cracks on its surface.

Although Xu Yunfan is not yet proficient in weapon forging, his Heavenly Craftsmanship forging skills naturally improve due to his Foundation Establishment cultivation level.

As the hammer flashed, Xu Yunfan's every strike landed precisely three and a half inches from the sword embryo.

The True Martial Qi seeped into the iron blank through the hammerhead. He even added some of the probability aura of the Arctic Demon-Slaying Qi and the Demon-Subduing Earthly Fiend Qi, which etched the star pattern of the Big Dipper on the surface of the ordinary iron.

When the ninth cluster of fiery marrow in the local fire pool wrapped around the hammerhead, the entire sword suddenly emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

"clang!"

With the final hammer blow, the sword embryo emitted a dazzling blue light.

All the ironware inside the cave trembled simultaneously, and the seven ancient swords hanging on the wall spontaneously unsheathed themselves by three inches, their tips all pointing towards the forging platform, like subjects paying homage to their king.

The iron pliers in Zhan Yan's hand clattered to the ground.

The newly formed eight-sided Han sword hovered in mid-air, its blade no longer shimmering with metallic luster, but rather with a kind of starlight that existed between reality and illusion.

The seven star-shaped apertures on the spine of the sword lit up in turn. With each aperture lit up, the sword's edge gained a sharper edge capable of cleaving through heaven and earth, and the longsword gained a bit more spirituality.

"An eighth-tier divine weapon?"

The blacksmith's voice trembled.

The sword shadow reflected in his single eye grew brighter and brighter, until it finally forced him to raise his hand to block it. The sword was breathing in and out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own!
Given time, it may very well become the legendary ninth-tier ultimate divine weapon, capable of spontaneously generating spirituality and transforming into the spirit of a divine weapon.

Xu Yunfan ran his fingers along the sword's edge, the True Martial Qi and star patterns blending perfectly: "This disciple only used a few strands of the Qi scattered from the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends to forge it."

With a light flick of the sword tip, the testing stone three zhang away silently split in two, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

Even more terrifying, the blue light remaining in the crack continued to erode the stone, turning the entire sword-testing stone into dust in the blink of an eye.

Zhan Yan's calloused fingers hovered three inches above the sword's edge, never daring to actually touch it.

He has been forging weapons for sixty years, and has handled no fewer than ten thousand pieces. His most proud work barely reached the threshold of the seventh rank.

At this moment, this eighth-order divine weapon, which was radiating starlight, was forged into shape by his disciple with just a few hammer blows. The strange phenomenon caused when the sword was completed was even more astonishing than when he witnessed the birth of the Divine Martial Sword.

The firelight in the old blacksmith's one eye gradually dimmed, but a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

He finally became certain that the boy who once sweated profusely in front of the forging platform and swung his hammer like fire had long since broken free from the shackles of this world.

Like a trapped dragon entering the sea, it can no longer be contained by shallow waters.

"Shall Master give it a try?"

Xu Yunfan suddenly flipped the sword hilt.

The moment Zhan Yan caught the sword, his entire right arm was instantly covered in frost.

The hilt of the sword did not emit the coldness of metal, but rather a pulse like that of a living thing. However, Xu Yunfan only released a wisp of aura, which suppressed the spirituality of the long sword, making it grovel like a dog.

Zhan Yan instinctively swung his sword diagonally, and the blade trailed a seven-foot-long blue flame, splitting the earth fire pool in two.

(End of this chapter)