Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Feng Xun said, “Just admit it. Xiao Wu is a naturally likable person. People simply feel close to her. It’s not something one can simply learn.”
Xuan Yi was speechless.
How could he deny that?
Xuan Yi then said, “The Dragon’s Gate challenge is going to start in two days.”
It was Feng Xun’s turn to be speechless.
Xuan Yi patted him on the shoulder. “Even that crappy dragon scale gold dagger cost the master four days to make. Do you think Xiao Wu can receive her Fallen Star Sword in two days?”
Feng Xun was speechless.
Xuan Yi went on. “Don’t make me say ‘I told you so’ afterward. I’ve heard that Chief Qiao is going for hell mode this time. Without the Fallen Star Sword, Xiao Wu is definitely going to fail.”
Feng Xun banged his fist on the table. “How dare he! I won’t let that happen!”
He then turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” Jun Linyuan asked in his cold voice.
“I’m going to talk to Chief Qiao!” Feng Xun said grumpily.
“Stop!”
“Boss Jun…” Feng Xun gave Jun Linyuan a pleading look. “The Dragon’s Gate challenge is impossible to pass in hell mode.”
From what Feng Xun had observed so far, he was already convinced that Jun Linyuan actually cared about Feng Wu.
If that was the case, shouldn’t Boss Jun help Feng Wu out in a moment like this?
However, to Feng Xun’s surprise, Jun Linyuan not only wouldn’t help Feng Wu, he also stopped Feng Xun from helping her as well.
“Boss Jun, are you really going to do nothing?” Feng Xun couldn’t believe it.
Xuan Yi looked at the crown prince as well.
The light outside cast shadows on the crown prince’s sculpted face, adding to his charm.
Tapping the table with his long, fair fingers, he said affirmatively, “Yes, really.”
Both Feng Xun and Xuan Yi said inwardly, “What a poser.”
They exchanged looks and shook their heads with wry smiles on their faces.
But they didn’t know what was going on in the Rong manor at that moment.
Two days had passed since then.
The Fallen Star Sword was gradually taking shape. Feng Wu’s eyes lit up when she saw this, and she was thrilled.
The fallen star iron had already been cast into the shape of a sword, and the dragon scale gold had been added in. With one look, one could tell that the metal was going to become a real sword.
Master Rong Yang had remained silent the entire time and was completely focused on his work.
However, the amount of energy consumed during the making of the Fallen Star Sword exceeded his expectations. More than once, even the master himself felt drained.
It was a good thing Feng Wu was there.
Whenever his spiritual essence was exhausted, Feng Wu would open up a spiritual essence supplement and give it to the old man.
Time slowly went by.
Master Rong Yang went on hammering the base of the sword, and the look on his face became sterner.
He was known for his “108 hammerings,” and the skill was the reason he was considered a master in forging weapons.
By then, Master Rong Yang had hammered the metal 98 times already.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The giant hammer exerted more force with each strike, and the master was moving faster and faster until the noise resembled a storm hitting a roof.
“It hurts…”
Feng Wu had been controlling the abnormal flame for Master Rong Yang, and she thought her eardrums were going to burst from the noise.
101!
102!
103!
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Each strike was more powerful than the last, until the entire mountain seemed to be shaking, and Feng Wu could barely stand still.
Rumble —
Feng Wu’s ears were ringing, and the pain almost drove her to tears.
