Chapter 230

Zheng Hui immediately looked toward the sound, her eyes lighting up as she said crisply: "Elder Jiang! Why are you here!"

Jiang Ye smiled faintly: "I came to find True Transmission Zheng; is he in?"

Zheng Hui pouted, saying with a hint of coquettishness: "Eh? I thought you came to find me."

She then pointed her finger at the courtyard next door, "My brother is in there absorbing fire!"

Jiang Ye walked slowly into the courtyard next door and saw Zheng Feng sitting cross-legged beside a tripod furnace, nourishing his fire qi.

However, he was clearly somewhat distracted; his breathing was chaotic, and the fire qi swallowed and spat by the tripod furnace was also floating uncertainly, sometimes surging violently upward, sometimes dimming.

Clearly, he had not been as calm as he appeared these past few days.

Zheng Feng sensed someone approaching and hurriedly opened his eyes; seeing it was Jiang Ye, he quickly rose and cupped his hands: "Elder Jiang!"

Jiang Ye smiled faintly, didn't beat around the bush, and told Zheng Feng his idea of wanting to melt down the tungsten gold long blade and forge it into a tungsten gold staff.

Zheng Feng immediately understood, "Elder Jiang, the most famous place for forging weapons in this giant city of Linzhou is the Forging Hall; inside are masters of weapon forging, and some old masters have only forged a few dozen blades in their entire lives, but every single one is a masterpiece."

Jiang Ye nodded slightly: "Forging Hall..."

Seeing that Jiang Ye was in a hurry to set off, Zheng Feng immediately rose and said: "Elder Jiang, if you are in a hurry, I will take you there."

Jiang Ye cupped his hands: "Then I will trouble True Transmission Zheng."

Zheng Feng immediately rose, tidied up briefly, and took Jiang Ye with him as they walked down the mountain.

About half an hour later, the two arrived at the eastern region of the giant city of Linzhou.

Before they even stepped into the gate of the Forging Hall, a fierce fire qi rushed to meet them; the air was mixed with the scorching smell of charcoal and the characteristic hissing sound of quenching, and the clanging of hammers rose one after another, with a distinct rhythm.

Soon, a sturdy man came to greet them, asking politely: "Welcome, two honored guests. Are you here today to pick out a weapon, or..."

Jiang Ye said with a calm expression: "I want to have a weapon forged."

The man immediately led the two into the hall and asked if they had an appointment with any master.

Jiang Ye shook his head slightly, and Zheng Feng pondered for a moment before interjecting: "I wonder if Master Huang is free today."

When he was still in the giant city of Linzhou, this Master Huang was already a renowned forging master.

"Hahahaha, work is here, is it!"

A loud, rough laugh came from the inner hall.

Immediately afterward, a middle-aged man with a robust build, shirtless and revealing bronze-colored muscles, walked out with long strides.

Zheng Feng's face lit up with joy.

This was truly a coincidence.

This person was none other than that renowned Master Huang, Huang Gang.

Jiang Ye looked up, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

A layer of faint, crimson fire qi was actually swirling around this person; he was clearly a martial artist at the Embracing the Pill Realm.

Huang Gang walked up to the two; when his gaze swept over Zheng Feng, he felt vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him for a moment.

He laughed loudly: "You want to forge a weapon, right!"

Jiang Ye handed over the pitch-black long blade wrapped in cloth strips: "That's right, Master Huang. I want to melt this long blade down and recast it into a staff-type weapon."

Huang Gang took the long blade, and the moment he held it, he became interested.

So heavy?!

He unwrapped the cloth strips, and the pupils of his old eyes, which had dealt with raging fire and refined steel for years, shrank slightly, followed by a burst of hearty laughter:

"Not bad, it's a top-quality treasure blade, though it's a bit evil!"

He held the blade up and examined it repeatedly for quite a while before turning to look at Jiang Ye:

"Old Master, this blade of yours was forged with tungsten gold mixed in; it's quite laborious to forge, and the labor cost won't be low—it will be fifty thousand taels."

Fifty thousand taels would be an astronomical price at an ordinary blacksmith shop.

Jiang Ye's expression was indifferent, and he didn't even blink: "No problem, just help me forge the weapon well."

His savings had long since exceeded a million taels.

How could he take a mere fifty thousand taels of forging fees to heart?

Since it was recommended by Zheng Feng, he trusted him.

He had always been a person who didn't suspect those he used, and didn't use those he suspected.

Seeing him agree so readily, Huang Gang couldn't help but laugh loudly a few more times: "Good! Old Master is a straightforward person. Come back in seven days to pick up the weapon; I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Just at this moment—

A burst of noisy commotion suddenly came from the entrance.

The sound came abruptly, yet it was enthusiastic to the point of being exaggerated.

"Oh my! True Transmission Jiang has arrived!"

"Welcome, True Transmission Jiang!"

"True Transmission Jiang's arrival has made our Forging Hall shine!"

"True Transmission Jiang, please come this way, watch the threshold!"

Amidst the fawning voices, there were the footsteps of people rushing to follow; clearly, the newcomer's status was extraordinary.

"Oh?! True Transmission Jiang..."

Jiang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and looked toward the entrance.

And Zheng Feng, standing beside him, trembled violently the moment he heard that surname; his whole body stiffened in place as if struck by a immobilization spell, and even his breathing stalled at this moment.

Soon, led by several Forging Hall disciples who were fawning over her, a woman dressed in plain white training clothes stepped into the hall with light footsteps.

Her features were exquisite, her brows and eyes like a painting.

The belt around her waist was pulled extremely tight, her chest was high, and her buttocks were round and perky, outlining her graceful figure to the extreme.

That plain white training outfit looked even more cold and otherworldly under the dim firelight of the Forging Hall.

Only, a hint of a slightly mean, cold sharpness was condensed between her brows, and even the aura around her body exuded a sharpness that made people afraid to get close.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she spoke directly, her voice cold and matter-of-fact: "Is Huang Gang here! My Green Spirit Sword has some damage and needs him to repair it!"

Huang Gang frowned slightly, but didn't go up to fawn over her like the others; he only took two steps forward and refused politely but without losing his principles:

"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, I just took on a job and won't be free until seven days later; you should find another master to help you repair the Green Spirit Sword."

He had great fame in the Forging Hall, and it wasn't just because of his skill.

It was also because of this tough spirit of not judging people by their status.

Regardless of whether you were a True Transmission or a fake transmission, the rule of first-come, first-served could not be broken.

Jiang Chuxue's brows furrowed slightly, and the sharp aura around her body grew even stronger.

She also knew that this person, Huang Gang, had a temper that was both foul and stubborn, purely a one-track mind.

If it were any other master, they would have been fawning over her before she even spoke, so why would she need to speak personally?

She suppressed the faint displeasure in her heart and asked coldly: "Whose job did you take? Let me talk to him."

Huang Gang shook his head slightly and said stiffly: "Miss Jiang, how could I leak a client's information."

No matter the industry, leaking client information was a major taboo; furthermore, he had worked in the Forging Hall for most of his life, and he relied on this golden signboard of keeping his promises.

Jiang Chuxue snorted coldly, her cold, sharp eyes crossing over Huang Gang and accurately locking onto the thin, withered old man in gray clothes standing not far away:

"Old thing, it's you, isn't it!"

Her voice suddenly rose a few notches, carrying a condescension that she was accustomed to.

"Hurry up and withdraw your job from Huang Gang!"