Chapter 293: Mohist Crowd

This afternoon, the sunlight was just right.

After finishing his governmental affairs, Su Ye went to the rear garden to look for Wei Zifu and Xi Shi.

He saw the two women sitting in the pavilion playing chess, the situation on the board already white-hot.

Su Ye quietly approached and stood to the side to watch.

Wei Zifu held the black stones, deep in thought; while Xi Shi gazed at her with a smiling face, full of confidence.

"Looks like Wei Zifu is going to lose."

Su Ye let out a light laugh, breaking the tranquil atmosphere.

"Your Highness, you've finally come; quickly help me think of an idea."

Hearing this, Wei Zifu looked up, saw Su Ye arrive, and immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Even if the Crown Prince comes, I won't play favorites—I'm sure to win this game."

"Your Highness is right; I've been too stubborn."

"The chess game is like life; having wins and losses is normal."

Just then a gentle breeze blew by, bringing a faint floral scent and crisp bird songs.

"Good, then I'll await Elder Sister Wei Zifu's challenge."

She turned her head away somewhat regretfully, while Xi Shi laughed triumphantly.

Su Ye laughed and shook his head.

He arrived at a corner of the city—the workshop specially crafted for the Mohist folk, named "Ink Rhythm Workshop."

After a hard fight, Wei Zifu still ended up losing.

Su Ye laughed and comforted.

In his hand he held the Ink Knight Sword that Si Luo Ying had snatched up from a stall earlier.

"I dare not play favorites; just looking at the situation, Wei Zifu is surely more likely to lose than win."

"This time Yi Guang won; next time it won't be so easy."

Xi Shi, however, would not have it.

Xi Shi smiled mischievously and said.

Wei Zifu heard this and nodded.

Su Ye narrowed his eyes, then leisurely walked out of the Inspector's residence on his own.

Having said that, she looked toward Xi Shi.

"Moreover, Yi Guang truly is a notch above; losing to her is no injustice."

The three exchanged smiles, and the atmosphere instantly relaxed considerably.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry."

He wandered through the ancient streets and alleys of Azure Spirit City.

Ink Rhythm Workshop is the supreme manifestation of Azure Spirit City's reverence for Mohist craftsmanship; here gather the elite artisans of the Mohist school, devoted to preserving and innovating its extraordinary techniques.

Inside the workshop, tools dazzle the eyes.

Various delicate mechanical devices and unique smelting furnishings display the Mohist pursuit and dedication to craftsmanship.

Upon entering Ink Rhythm Workshop, Su Ye felt an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

It seemed as if every brick and stone, every tool, bore the wisdom and history of the Mohists.

"Old Master Huang, please take a look."

Su Ye solemnly handed the Ink Knight Sword to Huang Chengyan's hands.

Huang Chengyan, a senior elder of the Mohist school, took the sword, his eyes revealing undisguised admiration and respect.

The two proceeded to the study, where the furnishings were simple yet elegant, a wisp of tea fragrance curling upward.

Accompanied by the wutong leaves outside the window swaying gently in the breeze, the talk gained a touch of tranquility and elegance.

The wutong leaves outside the window swayed gently in the breeze, adding a touch of elegance to the conversation.

"Elder Huang, this sword is named the Ink Knight Sword, made specially for knights by the Mohist school."

"I hope you can lead the Mohist disciples to study its underlying craft and produce a batch of standard weapons for my Divine Martial Pavilion."

Su Ye spoke slowly, his voice conveying respect and trust for Huang Chengyan.

"My lord, this sword is truly extraordinary; its exquisite design and unique function are indeed a treasure of our Mohist artisans."

Huang Chengyan gently stroked the blade of the Ink Knight Sword.

That cold metallic feel made him yearn, his eyes flashing with pride and contemplation for Mohist craftsmanship.

"My lord, rest assured, this old man will not disappoint your trust."

"Mohist craftsmanship is vast and profound; this sword is one of its treasures."

"I will lead the disciples in careful study, striving to soon forge a batch of excellent standard weapons for the Divine Martial Pavilion."

He raised his head to look at Su Ye, giving a slight nod and said.

Hearing this, Su Ye felt greatly relieved.

He well knew Huang Chengyan's talent and craftsmanship, believing that under Huang Chengyan's leadership, Mohist craftsmanship would surely flourish in Cangzhou.

"Elder, the Divine Martial Pavilion is newly founded and needs a batch of excellent weapons to boost its strength."

"I place great hopes in this sword; I hope you can successfully develop it soon."

He lifted his teacup, took a light sip, and said.

The two smiled at each other, the atmosphere growing ever more harmonious.

"This sword's design is exquisite, its function unique; indeed it is the utmost we artisans pursue."

"For my lord to obtain this sword is indeed a fortunate thing."

Huang Chengyan again carefully examined the Ink Hero Sword in his hand, sighing.

He praised the Ink Hero Sword without reserve, expressing sincere admiration for its design and exquisite craftsmanship.

"Elder, you overpraise me. This sword, though precious, is merely wasted in my hands. Only by entrusting it to a skilled artisan like you, Elder, can its true value be realized."

Su Ye said humbly.

Cough. Although the merit of this Ink Hero Sword is not his.

But Si Luo Ying will completely belong to me.

Isn't what's hers mine too?

Su Ye felt a bit guilty, thinking.

However, Su Ye recalled when he previously went to the mansions of the three princesses.

As for Si Luo Ying, she was not at all surprised that Su Ye wanted the Ink Hero Sword in his hand.

Surely she had already heard the true identity of this sword from Sixth Princess Si Luo Qing's mouth earlier.

Therefore, when giving it to Su Ye, she even took a bit of initiative.

After chatting a while longer, Huang Chengyan rose to take his leave, preparing to return to the workshop to study the Ink Hero Sword's craft.

Su Ye personally saw him to the door, watching Huang Chengyan's retreating back, his heart filled with anticipation and confidence.

Several days later, Huang Chengyan led the Mohist disciples in beginning an in-depth study of the Ink Hero Sword.

They worked day and night, constantly testing and improving.

Finally, after a month, they achieved significant results.

Huang Chengyan personally presented the newly forged Ink Hero Sword before Su Ye.

The blade flashed with the same cold light, virtually identical to the original Ink Hero Sword.

"Elder Huang, you and the Mohit disciples have worked hard."

"This newly forged Ink Hero Sword matches the original in both craftsmanship and quality."

"With such a weapon, I believe the strength of our Divine Martial Pavilion will surely rise to a higher level."

Su Ye took the sword, examined it closely, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face:

"My lord overpraises me."

"Being able to contribute strength to Cangzhou for my lord is an honor for us Mohist disciples."

"The craftsmanship of the Ink Hero Sword has basically been mastered; next we can begin mass production."

Huang Chengyan also showed a relieved smile.

"That's excellent. Elder Huang, what are your plans next?"

Su Ye nodded in agreement.

"I, the old one, wish to lead the disciples in further researching the Mohists' other techniques, striving to provide the Divine Martial Pavilion with more valuable weapons and mechanisms."

"At the same time, we will continually improve and perfect the craftsmanship of the Ink Hero Sword, ensuring every sword is a fine product."

Huang Chengyan pondered for a moment, then said.

(End of chapter)