Sixty years of blacksmithing, a single hammer blow forging a celestial being.

"Who are you calling a barbarian?"

"I'm talking about you, so what?"

The two sides argued fiercely for a time.

Miss Nam Ghee?

Li Ping'an unconsciously walked into the crowd. He felt that the closer he got, the more violently the Heaven-Forging Hammer inside his body would throb.

Could it be that……

Just then, someone shouted:

"Look, Miss Nanzhi is out!"

The curtain was gently opened, and a stunningly beautiful young lady stepped out of the room.

She wore a long, ice-blue robe, as thin as a cicada's wing, which revealed her graceful figure. She had a cherry-like mouth, bright eyes and white teeth, and her exquisite eyes were like a pool of spring water, captivating at first glance.

"Wow, she's so beautiful! Miss Nanzhi truly lives up to her reputation as the top courtesan of this brothel!"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

"Miss Nanzhi, this is a jade flute I'm giving you. It's made of pure jade. I know you like playing the flute, so I specially found it for you!"

"Miss Nanzhi, this is a scroll of calligraphy and painting that I went to great lengths to acquire. It's from a renowned master. Why don't you take a closer look?"

"Miss Nanzhi..."

A group of people pounced on him like lapdogs, offering him their gifts.

However, Nam Gyi remained as cold as ice, completely unmoved.

Just then, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Hahaha, you old man, you really have no respect for your age! At your age, you still want to come see Miss Nanzhi!"

"My goodness, is Miss Nanzhi that charming? Even this old man came to see her!"

"Old man, this is a refined place, not a place for a wretched old man like you. Get out of here, you're making a fool of yourself!"

"Tsk tsk, are you willing to throw away your reputation for Miss Nanzhi?"

The sudden burst of laughter caught Nan Zhi's attention, and she looked in the direction of the noise.

In the crowd, an old man with a white beard stood there, staring blankly at him with his cloudy eyes.

It turned out to be an old man in his seventies or eighties.

"Old man, Miss Nanzhi is old enough to be your granddaughter, what are you doing here? Get out of here!"

The crowd started commotion, trying to drive Li Ping'an out.

However, Miss Nanzhi spoke up, her voice clear, melodious, and incredibly pleasant to hear:

"Wait a minute."

When Nanzhi spoke, everyone immediately looked at her intently.

Nanzhi slowly walked down from the pavilion and headed towards the old man.

"Uncle, what brings you here? Are you really here to see me too?"

Nanzhi looked at Li Ping'an with a face full of curiosity.

He had many suitors, both old and young, but he had never seen an old man like Li Ping'an who was practically on his deathbed before, which piqued his curiosity.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Li Ping'an was actually also attracted by Nan Zhi's beauty, but at this moment he was more concerned about...

When Nanzhi approached him, he could clearly feel the Heaven-Forging Hammer within his body throbbing wildly.

It was obvious that what the Sky Hammer sensed was on this Southern Branch.

Ha ha!

Nan Zhi was amused by Li Ping'an's stunned expression, and she asked again:

"Sir, what do you do for a living?"

Li Pingan said:

"Uh, I'm just a blacksmith."

A blacksmith?

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. How dare a blacksmith pursue Nanzhi?

Just then, someone recognized Li Ping'an.

"No, he seems to be that blacksmith who worked in the sect for sixty years and triggered the Heavenly Bell!"

What?

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

It should be known that this matter had already spread throughout the sect, and Li Ping'an's deeds were also circulating around the sect. No one expected that this person was the one who stirred up the Mingtian Bell.

Good heavens, he is so old.

Those who can trigger the Heavenly Bell are all people with extraordinary temperaments, so why would they come to a place like this?

Faced with the doubts, Li Ping'an didn't care at all, and just smiled as he looked at Nanzhi.

"That's right, I'm the blacksmith who's been doing odd jobs for sixty years."

Upon hearing about Li Ping'an's deeds, Nan Zhi couldn't help but notice something unusual in her eyes, and her gaze towards Li Ping'an became more solemn.

She took a cup of wine from the maid, poured one for Li Ping'an, and handed it to him personally.

"Uncle, let me offer you a toast."

Upon seeing this, everyone was shocked. What?

The young woman from Nanzhi actually offered the old man a toast?

However, seeing that Li Ping'an was just an old man nearing his death, no one cared much. What danger could a guy about to be buried pose?

Perhaps Nan Zhi was simply showing respect to her elders.

"Thanks."

Li Ping'an took the wine glass, his fingers inadvertently touching Nan Zhi's small hand.

In an instant, the Heaven-Forging Hammer began to move and operate wildly within the body, frantically absorbing the unknown toxins on Nan Zhi's body.

The suddenness of the attack caught even Li Ping'an off guard.

If he were to absorb it in public, he would probably be exposed, so Li Ping'an quickly suppressed the Heaven-Forging Hammer within his body, thus preventing it from continuing to absorb.

But in that instant, Nanzhi felt as if a raging storm was raging within her body.

She could clearly feel that when she touched the old man, it was as if an extremely hot furnace inside him had entered her body, making her feel as if her whole heart was on fire.

And the hidden illness that had been buried in his body for many years seemed to have subsided a bit.

What... what's going on here?

Nan Zhi was shocked. Her beautiful eyes flashed as she looked Li Ping'an up and down, trying to find something unusual about this slovenly old man.

But no, he was just ordinary, that's all... What secret does this old man hold?

Nan Zhi calmed herself down, then suddenly smiled and said, "Uncle, would you do me the honor of coming into my room for a chat?"

What?

Everyone was startled when they heard this.

Is Miss Nanzhi really going to share a bed with this old man for one night?

No way?

In that instant, everyone felt as if their hearts had been broken.

"Miss Nanzhi, no! You can't do this! You can't sleep with him for one night!"

But Nan Zhi didn't care about any of that. Instead, she helped Li Ping'an into his boudoir.

The crowd wailed and howled, their faces filled with resentment.

They couldn't understand why Nam Chi didn't choose them, but instead chose a slovenly old man.

Is there no law? How can I be outmatched by a dead old man?!

In an instant, everyone's eyes were filled with murderous intent as they looked at Li Ping'an.

If looks could kill, Li Ping'an would have died countless times already.

Li Ping'an followed Nan Zhi into her boudoir.

Upon entering the room, one is immediately struck by its elegant decor and the subtle fragrance that fills the air, clearly the boudoir of a well-bred young lady.

"Sir, please have a seat."