Chapter 3117: Husband, I Want to Learn the Sword

Many disciples watched as Wang Tieshu held in his hand a huge grindstone tens of meters in diameter, with a handle attached to it, and he kept pounding the ground with it over and over.

Each strike made the ground tremble, no different from an earth dragon turning over.

At the same time, Hong Zun came out from the back courtyard, cursing.

"Wang Tieshu, have you gone mad? What are you doing with a grindstone first thing in the morning?"

Hearing this, Wang Tieshu halted the grindstone he had just been about to slam down, and the watching disciples all sucked in a breath of cold air.

What domineering strength.

He then turned his head to look at Hong Zun, immediately showing a smile as he spoke.

"Husband, this isn't a grindstone; it's the magic hammer I use for weapon refining."

"Huh??? You actually call this a hammer?"

Seeing that the thing was tens of meters in diameter, Wang Tieshu called it a hammer, and Hong Zun fell silent.

Although he doesn't know weapon refining, he's seen pigs run even if he's never eaten pork—hasn't he seen the magic hammers used by weapon refiners? What does that have to do with your thing?

Immediately, Wang Tieshu continued speaking.

"Senior Brother, I'm cultivating."

"Huh??? You're actually cultivating? Then I'm really embarrassed."

Just now in the back courtyard, being hammered over and over, my head ached from the blows.

Still not waiting for Hong Zun's reply, Wang Tieshu snatched up his magic hammer, then eagerly approached him and said.

"Husband, I've just decided on something."

"Huh??? What is it? What mischief are you up to again?"

"Husband, I want to learn the sword."

"Learn to use a hammer."

Hearing this, Hong Zun went numb, "You still want to learn the sword? From head to toe, is there any pore of yours that has anything to do with the sword way?"

Not waiting for Hong Zun to refuse, Wang Tieshu began speaking on his own.

"Just now I heard a disciple say something reasonable; I am their master's wife, and since I am the master's wife of the Divine Sword Hall, how could I not know sword arts? So, husband, I want to learn the sword—will you teach me?"

Saying this, she stretched out both hands and grabbed Hong Zun's left and right shoulders, shaking him in a coquettish manner.

But Wang Tieshu's coquettish shaking lifted Hong Zun off his feet with such amplitude that he felt his brains were about to be shaken into a mush.

"Stop, stop, stop—I feel like I'm about to die."

Hong Zun quickly begged for mercy, "Every day with you is a life‑or‑death situation."

After great effort he let Wang Tieshu put him down, only to feel his feet unsteady; he staggered a few steps before regaining balance.

Meanwhile, Wang Tieshu kept pleading at his side.

Seeing her like this, if he doesn't give her an explanation today, she probably won't let him leave.

Wanting to cry but having no tears, he turned his head toward the disciples at the courtyard gate and shouted.

"Throw over a sword handle."

Hearing this, a disciple of Divine Sword Peak hurriedly brought over a long sword—not a divine weapon, just an ordinary precious sword.

The long sword was drawn from its scabbard; Hong Zun turned the hilt toward Wang Tieshu, handed it to her, and said.

"Hold it."

Immediately, Wang Tieshu carefully took hold of the long sword, but the grip felt extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, Hong Zun also spoke.

"Look, this long sword isn't even as thick as one of your fingers—what sword are you practicing? You know you're not cut out for this path."

Indeed, given Wang Tieshu's build, this normal precious sword in her hands is no different from a large embroidery needle.

With those proportions, you couldn't even stab someone properly, let alone perform sword techniques.

With that effort, you might as well just poke him to death with a finger—there's no point in learning anything.

Hearing this, Wang Tieshu fell silent, lowering his head to look at the tiny precious sword in his hand.

I thought she had been convinced—after all, she truly wasn't suited—but after just a few breaths, she lowered her head and said to Hong Zun.

"No way, husband—I've decided to learn this sword technique."

"How are you going to learn? You can't even hold a sword properly."

"Then I'll learn flying swords—taking an enemy's head from a thousand li away, as easy as reaching into a bag. What do you think, husband?"

"Huh???"

As soon as those words were spoken, Hong Zun's face darkened.

"You can't even learn ordinary sword techniques, so what's this about flying swords and taking heads from a thousand li away? Can you stop dreaming in broad daylight?"

"I'm begging you—just stay home and keep refining your weapons; the sword way really isn't for you."

Hong Zun said pleadingly, "You're certainly not someone who practices swordsmithing."

"If you went to the Dragon Elephant Hall to train your body, people would have to give you three points of respect; you're practicing a worthless sword."

But Wang Tieshu, at this point, simply wouldn't listen—she was as stubborn as a turtle that's swallowed a weight, dead set on her course.

She stared at Hong Zun with bright eyes and said.

"Husband, I really can't learn it?"

"You can't learn it."

"Why? My talent isn't bad."

"It's not a talent issue; you just aren't the right material."

"But according to what we weapon refiners say, there's no truly good material in the world—only wasteful refiners; a truly skilled refiner is one who can turn waste into treasure."

"Fine, fine, then tell me how you're supposed to hold a sword—like you're pinching it with two fingers right now?"

「This…………………」

「You don't even know how to hold a sword, what nonsense are you pulling with me? 」

After saying that, Hong Zun turned to leave; he was truly exhausted, both body and mind weary.

Seeing this, Wang Tieshu behind him shouted.

「Husband, can I forge a handy treasure sword for myself? 」

「As you like. 」

He replied weakly, upon hearing this, Wang Tieshu nodded, glanced at the treasure sword in his hand, and secretly vowed, she would definitely learn this sword technique.

Her husband is a Sword Dao master, overseeing the Sect's Divine Sword Hall.

As his cultivation partner and the mistress of the Divine Sword Hall, how could she not know swordsmanship? Not hoping to attain her husband's unfathomable profundity, but at least she must not tarnish his reputation.

She casually returned the treasure sword to that disciple, facing Wang Tieshu, the disciple mustered his courage and asked.

「Madam, you really want to learn sword? 」

「Since you call me Madam, how could I not know swordsmanship? 」

「No, disciple didn't mean that………………」

「Alright, Madam, go forge a sword first; as the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the woodcutter—if you want to learn sword, how could you not have a handy treasure sword? 」

Wang Tieshu left in a hurry, heading straight for the Refining Hall.

Meanwhile, the disciples behind him were filled with mixed feelings.

No, they call her Madam, not because of any swordsmanship.

Watching Wang Tieshu rush off, even Zhao Zhengping and the others exchanged glances, and Lu Youyou whispered.

「Madam really wants to learn swordsmanship. 」

「Probably. 」

「Can she learn it? 」

「Some basic sword techniques should be no problem, right? 」

「I actually think Madam is suited for the heavy sword path; given her physique, she is absolutely a heavy sword without edge. 」

Several people were sighing when suddenly Xu Jie spoke up.

Upon hearing that, Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao, and the others all turned their gaze to him.

「Heavy sword without edge? You little brat actually came up with that; with Madam's physique, a heavy sword would become an embroidery needle. 」