"Young Master Chu!"
Lin Yun greeted Chu Mosheng expressionlessly as he walked out of the Chu royal residence.
Chu Mosheng smiled and said indifferently, "Mister Lin, you must have suffered a lot today, right? Why do you still have a straight face? Since you've come to our Chu royal residence, Mister Lin can just treat it as you've returned. Do as you wish! "
Hearing this, Lin Yun narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up Chu Mosheng, as if this was the first time he had met this young man.
Although Lin Yun's temper was a bit irritable, he wasn't a fool. He knew what Chu Mosheng was like on a normal day!
Although Chu Mosheng had made a gesture of inviting Lin Yun into the residence, Lin Yun still didn't make any movements.
He knew very well that since Chu Mosheng was no longer pretending to be a fool in front of him, then this sharp sword should show its edge!
As someone with a huge backing, Lin Yun had actually seen many successors of large families and powers. Only the young masters of nouveau riche families could be considered hedonistic sons.
For someone like Chu Mosheng, who was directly determined to be the successor of King Chu, no matter how pure his nature was, after so many years of fighting, he definitely wasn't someone easy to deal with!
Chu Mosheng pursed his lips and smiled. He wasn't angry at Lin Yun's indifference and asked, "Mister Lin, for such a busy person to suddenly come to my humble abode, could it be that my Chu royal residence has offended you in some way?"
"Stop pretending!"
Lin Yun glared and growled, "Don't you know why I gave you this jade pendant? If you know what's good for you, then hurry up and let him go. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that Young Master Chu's position as the successor of King Chu may not be unshakable! "
Although Chu Mosheng had torn off his disguise, Lin Yun still intended to act as a boorish man to the end.
Chu Mosheng frowned slightly and said in an unfriendly tone, "Mister Lin, I'm still a member. Speaking to me like this, isn't it a bit biased? Dare I ask, who do you want me to release? "
By the time Chu Mosheng finished speaking, seven or eight martialists of the Chu Royal Palace were already standing silently behind Chu Mosheng.
These people were not Chu Mosheng's subordinates, but were left behind by the old King Chu to guard the Chu Royal Residence.
Although it was not their job to deal with Lin Yun, if word got out that their young master had been taunted at the gates of the Chu royal household, it would not look good on them if word got out that they were taking the Chu royal household's offerings without doing anything.
Lin Yun glanced at Chu Mosheng's Primal Chaos Realm martial artists and sneered: "Chu Mosheng, you still want to play dumb? I have already given enough face to the Chu royal family. I am the one who has come to ask for her. Do you want to wait for Ye Fanchen to come? "
Chu Mosheng was also complaining in his heart.
As King Chu's successor, he knew best how to invest in relationships. He knew clearly who he could trample on and who he could not offend!
Ye Fanchen was the kind of person who could not be friends, but he definitely could not be enemies!
If the First Prince's group had not been so sneaky and forcefully dragged Chu Mosheng into the water, would Lin Yun have come knocking on his door? He would have let her go long ago!
As for now, if he did not have Nangong Yaner in his hands, if Ye Fanchen really came looking for trouble, he would not even have the chance to fight back!
Although he had been named as the successor and the resources he had received over the years had always been the best, this did not mean that he had no competitors. Once he died in Ye Fanchen's hands, he was afraid that his things would immediately be divided among the others!
Thinking of this, Chu Mosheng made up his mind and said coldly: "Mister Lin, I respect you as the person in charge of the Imperial City branch, but the person you are talking about is really not with me. If you must blame it on me, I hope you can show me evidence!"
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and pointed at Chu Mosheng a few times, then turned and walked to the other end of the street.
Even though he had a bad temper, he wasn't a hothead. Even though the seven Primal Chaos realm experts behind Chu Mosheng were consecrators of the Chu Clan, and they were only there to keep up appearances. No one would really risk their lives against him. But if they were to fight, he wouldn't gain any benefits either!
… …
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of a sword rang out.
A one meter long, silver-white longsword slowly floated out of the crafting furnace.
Perhaps it was because Ye Fanchen had cultivated the Demon God Foundation Establishment Art and had accumulated too much demonic qi and malevolent aura in his body, the sword gave off an inexplicable chilling feeling even though it did not have any special decorations!
"The sword is complete!"
Ye Fanchen stretched out his hand and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead. He slowly raised his right hand and directly grasped the silver-white sword hilt.
Although the spiritual energy used to forge this sword was not much, because Ye Fanchen pursued perfection, every strand of spiritual energy was controlled to the extreme.
Forging a sword was even more tiring than when he faced Tong Xin head-on!
When the silver sword calmed down and was completely under Ye Fanchen's control, Ye Fanchen's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of sadness.
He originally thought that with these top quality materials and his control of spiritual energy, this new sword would be a high quality spiritual weapon when it came out of the furnace. Unfortunately, in the end, it was still lacking by a bit. This sword could at most be considered a top quality middle quality spiritual weapon!
Lightly waving the new sword a few times, Ye Fanchen nodded with slight satisfaction. He was quite satisfied with the structure of the new sword he had personally forged.
Not all weapons of high quality were suitable for everyone. Even those martial artists of the secular world who had not cultivated spiritual energy knew that a weapon had to be handy!
The Thousand Mystery Sword that he had found in the Song family had been personally broken by Tong Xin. The Thousand Feather Sword that Master Gu had given him had also been nearly broken by Luo Yanyun's attack!
But this time, the sword that he had personally forged would definitely not break so easily. Unless, Ye Fanchen died!
A swordsman who lost his sword was basically no different from dying!
"As for a name … I haven't thought of one yet."
Ye Fanchen stretched out his hand and lightly flicked the silver-white sword in his hand. He smiled and said, "In any case, you've eaten so many treasures. Sooner or later, you'll nurture a sword spirit and advance to a high quality spiritual weapon, or even an existence of an even higher grade. When you nurture a sword spirit, I'll give you a name!"
"Clang!"
The silver-white sword once again let out a crisp sword cry, as if it was responding to Ye Fanchen, but also seemed to be expressing its dissatisfaction.
If other weapon refiners knew that Ye Fanchen had so casually dismissed a middle quality spiritual weapon, they would probably be so angry that they would fight it out with Ye Fanchen. After all, most of them might not even be able to forge a middle quality spiritual weapon in their entire lives!
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