A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 144 - 121: Debts of Gratitude Are the Hardest to Repay (Part 3)

Li Yuan paused his hand on the bellows and said indifferently:

"This Wind-listening Saber of mine will hang here from now on. Whoever can cut it will be my last disciple."

Chao Sanjing was shocked:

"Then... what about Junior Brother?"

Li Yuan's eyebrows furrowed:

"A word once spoken is like spilled water! Do you expect me, as his master, to pick it back up?

If he values romance over this Big Punishment Kiln, he doesn't deserve to be my disciple anymore!

The position of successor can be reserved, but whether he can reclaim it depends on his own ability!

If he has guts, he should forge a Hundred-refined Wind-listening Saber! Show me his skill!"

Chao Sanjing was speechless because, although he was an expert in brick making, his basic skills in iron forging and weaponry were also good.

About eighty to ninety percent could forge fifty-refined weapons, which makes a skillful craftsman;

About fifty to sixty percent could forge hundred-refined weapons, which qualifies as an able craftsman.

To establish oneself in craftsmanship and become a renowned swordsmith, one must be proficient in the "Refining Word Technique."

Master how to "melt iron" and "refine iron materials."

To become an able craftsman initially and forge a hundred-refined saber, it requires sixty-four processes.

From material selection, refining, firing, forging, to polishing, everything must be done personally by a specialist.

After months of dedicated effort, there is only a fifty to sixty percent success rate.

This shows just how terrifying it is for Li Yuan to forge a Hundred-refined Wind-listening Saber in a moment!

This is a testament to solid and strong skill and foundation!

"Master, people from the He Family have come too? They plan to ask you to refine a magical artifact prototype, how should we respond?"

Chao Sanjing was curious, how could his own master endure under such pressure from the Zhu Family?

"Is one trouble not enough, and now another? Ignore it.

Does the one surnamed He really think he can put the one surnamed Zhu out of business?

Should I waste my time on refining that nonsense magical artifact prototype?"

Li Yuan said impatiently.

Chao Sanjing felt a chill, was his own master even considering murder?

"I don't blame Dog for having no ambition, I only blame myself, for accepting handouts, and working with limited capabilities; it was a truth that the Zhu Family managed to help start Hong Minghao.

Now that the elder wants repayment by taking my Big Punishment Kiln, it's only fair.

However, my skill, Li Yuan's skill, isn't something just anyone can learn!

A pair of Hundred Refinements Hands, is that really so remarkable?

The eldest's White Jade Palm, your Gilded Finger, is it no better than his martial bones?"

Li Yuan snorted coldly and sighed:

"Master Ning was right; the hardest debt to repay in this world is the debt of gratitude."

Chao Sanjing understood in his heart, his master was reluctantly taking a step back.

If someone could forge an even better hundred-refined saber, Zhu Wulang's apprenticeship could be established.

With the Zhu Family's tactics, even if Zhu Shou Rang did not have the ability, they would forcefully assist him in passing.

The Firework Daoist's artifact refining method has similarities with the Master Craftsman's forging and is even more mysterious and marvelous.

If the Zhu Family spent enough resources and used good materials, they might really break Master's Hundred-refined Wind-listening Saber.

"Master! Master..."

In the cimmerian night like ink spilt, Lu Shiping, who had just seen off Junior Brother Li Jun, unexpectedly returned, holding a gilt invitation:

"The He Family's first house, He Jingfeng sent this. Tonight at 9 p.m., come to the banquet."

Li Yuan sneered, having been sought after by so many prominent families over the years, but he wasn't keen on pandering to just anyone.

If not for the favor debt owed to the Great Lord of the Zhu Family, five years earlier, the likes of Zhu Wulang's methods would have been quickly slapped dead by him, then close the kiln and separate.

Perhaps as he ages, he yearns more for that Divine Soldiers, his straightforward and bold temperament, like a fire that's not fed by bellows, gradually dying down.

"Banquet? Do I even have the time to..."

Li Yuan glanced with the corner of his eye, took it with his right hand and opened it; intending to throw it right into the furnace, but his action paused suddenly.

His face, illuminated by the firelight, appeared alternately bright and dark.

Lu Shiping and Chao Sanjing were both stunned, what happened to their master?

After some time, Li Yuan closed the gilt invitation, closed his eyes, and said:

"Tell He Jingfeng, I, Li Mou, will be there on time."