Yang Hao fixed his gaze on the inconspicuous longsword.
Even though he knew it was impossible, he could not stop himself from thinking about it.
After some time, he finally looked up and mumbled, "Venerable One He, did you succeed in smithing this time?"
He Yiming scoffed. "Of course, I succeeded. Do you have a problem with that?"
Yang Hao opened his mouth. He had thousands of words that he wanted to say, but when the words reached his throat, he couldn't say them no matter what.
He gulped and asked, "Is this the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon that you smithed?"
A smile appeared on He Yiming's face as he said, "Yes, Brother Yang has good eyesight."
Yang Hao did not know to cry or to laugh. He thought, 'It's not that I have a great eye, but as long as one's not an idiot, one can guess this.'
He focused and tried his best to notice something from the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon, but from the beginning to the end, even when he widened his eyes like copper bells, he did not notice anything extraordinary about the weapon.
In fact, when He Yiming saw this divine weapon for the first time, he also didn't discover the profoundness within it. If he didn't personally try it out, it was likely that no one would be able to see through it at a glance. Even Chu Haozhou, who was present, probably found it the same.
He Yiming's face suddenly froze, and he asked, "Brother Yang, I saw that all of you unanimously agreed that I've failed this time. May I know the reason for that?"
Yang Hao's face instantly took on a funny expression. He smiled bitterly and said, "Venerable One He, we're just ignorant, so please don't take offense."
He Yiming chuckled. "Tell me the truth, and I won't blame you."
Yang Hao hesitated for a while before he answered, "Venerable One He, the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon is the hardest item to smith in smithing art. Even the lowest-ranked Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon will take at least 7 to 10 days to be successfully smithed. That said, the time you spent in the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon is too short. That's why we thought you had failed. "
Only then did He Yiming come to a realization. He nodded slightly and said, "How long did I use it for?"
Yang Hao said in a tone that even he himself doubted, "You haven't been using it for a long time, just about a day."
He Yiming raised his eyebrows. Only then did he realize that using the Nine Dragons Furnace to forge the Divine Soldier's Refined Weapon could not only greatly improve its quality, but also increase its speed by several times.
It would take others seven days to refine the most common Divine Soldier weapon. However, after adding the two top-notch treasures of heaven and earth, the Dark Iron and the Dragon-Snake Horn, it only took him a day to complete it.
Under such circumstances, even he himself was a little doubtful about how he did it, so there was no need to count on others to have any good ideas.
He Yiming shook his head and asked, "Where is Brother Ai now?"
Yang Hao answered with respect, "Venerable One Ai and the others are at the front mountain, and they're with the newly advanced Venerable Ones from various places."
He Yiming was dumbfounded. "It's been a day. Haven't they left yet?"
Yang Hao answered matter-of-factly, "Venerable One He, this opportunity is too rare, so they attach great importance to it."
He Yiming laughed involuntarily. He could tell that although Yang Hao's words were unintentional and did not mean to ridicule him, Yang Hao's words were unintentional. Even so, Yang Hao would definitely think that he did not do his job properly and gave up such a rare opportunity to interact with many Venerable Ones to practice smithing art.
Fortunately, He Yiming succeeded this time. If he didn't succeed, he would be criticized even more in the hearts of others.
He Yiming waved his hand and said, "If that's the case, I'll go and meet Venerable One Ai right away." He hesitated for a while before he added, "Go and find me a scabbard. An ordinary one will do."
Yang Hao responded to him and really found the most ordinary scabbard, then he sent it to him.
This was because they knew Venerable Ones were used to turning their weapons into mists and keeping them as the Divine Soldier. As such, they did not need a special scabbard at all.
Without the circulation of essential Qi, the longsword was already black and did not have any eye-catching features. Now that it was covered with a scabbard, it became even more inconspicuous.
He Yiming took the weapon and nodded at Yang Hao to bid farewell.
Yang Hao was reluctant to part with Ou Yangming, but he understood that the disparity between their identities was like Heaven and Earth.
Unless he could successfully become a Venerable One, he would not be qualified to address He Yiming as his brother anymore.
He Yiming did not change the way he addressed Ou Yangming, but if he really thought that he was qualified, he would end up rather tragically.
Even if He Yiming did not care, the other Venerable Ones would not allow that to happen.
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After leaving the smithing workshop, He Yiming walked side by side with 108.
They occasionally talked to each other, but in reality, He Yiming was the one who talked like a river, whereas 108 seemed to have become quieter after the battle with the Oracle.
Even when He Yiming tried to provoke him to talk, he mostly ignored him.
Soon enough, they arrived at the front mountain.
Looking at the huge house from afar, a smile flashed across He Yiming's face.
Before he left, he naturally took in the expressions on everyone's faces. He knew they were not optimistic about him. However, at this moment, he felt more at ease when he sensed the real existence of the longsword in his hand.
He Yiming's ears twitched slightly, and he could clearly hear the voices inside.
Apart from private chats between two or three people who were very close to each other, the rest of the people who spoke did not conceal their voices.
When He Yiming and 108 arrived at the entrance of the house and pushed the door open, everyone was alarmed.
In their hearts, their hearts trembled.
This was because they did not sense the fact that there was someone outside the door before the door was pushed open.
Therefore, when the door opened and someone appeared, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The voices in the room stopped abruptly, and the gazes of more than ten Venerable Ones formed a huge pressure, exerting a faint pressure on the person who came in.
Zhu Baqi's legs went weak under this pressure. Although the pressure at that time was not as strong as it was now, it still made a powerhouse like Zhu Baqi, who was in One-Line Heaven, frightened out of his wits.
However, it was not Zhu Baqi who was standing at the door.
Instead, it was He Yiming, who had rich combat experience, and 108, who treated the aura as air and did not sense it at all.
He Yiming looked around and greeted everyone with a smile. Following that, he approached Ai Wenbin while they looked at him suspiciously.
Ai Wenbin quickly asked, "Brother He, Younger Brother, why are you here?"
This sentence immediately voiced the question in everyone's heart.
None of them were Advanced Blacksmiths, but given their age, they more or less knew about smithing.
It was worth noting that the smithing of a Divine Soldier could not be completed in a day.
If He Yiming had entered empty-handed, everyone would naturally think that he had failed, but they were experienced people. The moment He Yiming showed up, everyone saw the treasure sword in his hand.
Since he brought a treasure sword here at this time, it meant that he had successfully smithed it.
Even so, everyone looked at each other in disbelief when they thought about the time.
He Yiming looked around and said, "Brother Ai, I've finished smithing."
Ai Wenbin immediately looked at the treasure sword in his hand. He asked after a moment of hesitation, "You succeeded?"
He Yiming shook the treasure sword and answered, "Yes, this is what I smithed. Brother Ai, please point it out."
Ai Wenbin opened his mouth. He had 100 questions in his mind, but he could not voice them out no matter what.
Fang Cheng's face changed. He stood up and cupped his hands at He Yiming. "Brother He, according to what I know, it's impossible to smith a Divine Soldier without several days of hard work. How did you manage to smith it in a day? "
He Yiming had never had a good impression of Hao Xue and Fang Cheng. In addition, these two people had always been against him. Although they didn't have a deep hatred for each other, if they had the chance to kill each other, they definitely wouldn't hold back.
A cold light flickered in He Yiming's eyes as he glanced at Fang Cheng and asked with a smile, "Brother Fang, do you think I'll tell you?"
Fang Cheng blushed and sat down angrily, but a rare look of resentment could be seen in his eyes.
The other people were curious too, but they did not doubt He Yiming's words.
With his status, it was impossible for him to lie about this matter.
However, everyone was well aware that he must have mastered some kind of mystical method. Nonetheless, as said by He Yiming, he would not reveal it.
Ai Wenbin cleared his throat to attract everyone's attention. "Brother He, Younger Brother, let me take a look."
He Yiming responded to him and handed the treasure sword to Ai Wenbin.
Ai Wenbin first weighed the sword in his hand. Although everyone could see that the scabbard was the most ordinary item, no one paid attention to it at this moment. Their eyes flickered with a strange light as they waited for Ai Wenbin to unsheathe the sword.
Taking a deep breath, Ai Wenbin's heart was filled with excitement.
To be honest, he did not believe that He Yiming could smith anything good. Even so, He Yiming was from the Heavenly Lake's lineage, after all, and he was so young. As long as he could smith a Divine Soldier, he would be delighted.
Regardless of the Divine Soldier's quality, it would be enough to make him ecstatic.
Ou Yangming's eyes flickered as he exerted force.
"Clang …"
A clear sound of metal and stone was suddenly heard, causing everyone's hearts to skip a beat.
Following that, Ai Wenbin quickly withdrew the treasure sword from the scabbard.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Ai Wenbin's right hand. (To be continued. If you would like to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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