Chapter 304: The Birth of the Nether Sword

At this moment, Duan Fengyun was lying comfortably in his Boss chair; upon receiving a report from a servant that Yin Zhong was about to begin sword casting, he immediately stood up from the chair with a loud laugh.

"Tell the mistress that I am going to the Men Family Sword Casting Workshop and will be back in a while."

After giving his instructions, Duan Fengyun headed straight for the Men Family Sword Casting Workshop.

Meanwhile, Men Laotou, who was drinking at a friend's house, suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart; he felt that some precious thing of his was about to leave him.

Aside from his daughter Jianqiu, the other most precious thing to Men Laotou was the Millennium Cold Iron.

If anything went wrong with either of these, Men Laotou would weep for a lifetime.

So, Men Laotou immediately set down his wine cup and said:

"Brother, I am truly sorry.

I just suddenly remembered that a large batch of swords at home has yet to be cast, and Boss Qin of the Ririsheng Guild has been urging me constantly.

I must rush back to cast the swords; let us drink this wine another time, another time."

Without waiting for his host's agreement, Men Laotou stood up and left in a flustered hurry.

His friend shook his head and said:

"This Men Daqi, why is he like this his whole life?

Sigh, forget it, forget it; I shall enjoy this jar of fine wine by myself."

Duan Fengyun, having arrived at the Men Family Sword Casting Workshop first, strode into the Sword Furnace, while Jianqiu, Yin Zhong, and Dazhu stood before the Sword Furnace with expectant looks on their faces.

Inside the roaring Sword Furnace, the Millennium Cold Iron was being scorched by high heat.

Looking at the Millennium Cold Iron that had not moved a bit, Yin Zhong also said with some disbelief:

"Boss Qin, can I really melt this piece of Millennium Cold Iron and cast it into a peerless divine weapon?

So much time has passed, yet this divine iron has not changed at all."

Duan Fengyun lowered his head to look at the Sword Furnace; the Millennium Cold Iron inside indeed showed no change.

Duan Fengyun was now constantly recalling in his mind the scene from the original story where Yin Zhong melted the Millennium Cold Iron to cast the Nether Sword.

He remembered that it was Yin Zhong casting the sword at the time, then Tong Bo arrived, and Yin Zhong was forced to hold the divine iron in his hand; finally, after Tong Bo discovered it, he threw the divine iron into the Sword Furnace, and that was when the Millennium Cold Iron began to melt.

At that time, the Millennium Cold Iron had begun to melt precisely because it had been stained by Yin Zhong's flesh and blood and had obtained Yin Zhong's Demon God Power.

Therefore, to refine the Millennium Cold Iron, Yin Zhong must offer his blood to sharpen the blade.

Duan Fengyun thought for a moment and said:

"Legend has it that before every divine weapon is born, its sword smith will offer blood to sharpen it, allowing it to possess spirituality.

Sha Dage, why don't you try dripping some blood onto the Millennium Cold Iron to see if it will have any changes after being anointed with blood!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Zhong directly picked up a dagger from the side, looked at the Millennium Cold Iron in the Sword Furnace, and then thought of his marriage to Jianqiu; Yin Zhong resolutely cut his wrist with the dagger.

Just as he was about to cut his wrist, Duan Fengyun knocked the dagger away and said:

"Sha Dage, you really are a Sha Dage.

I only told you to drip some blood, I didn't tell you to slit your wrist; you don't need that much blood."

Yin Zhong touched his head in embarrassment after hearing this and said:

"Many thanks for the reminder, Boss Qin; I was foolish."

Yin Zhong picked up the dagger again, then cut his finger with one stroke, and aimed it at the Millennium Cold Iron to drip the blood onto it.

At this moment, a bizarre thing finally happened: the Millennium Cold Iron directly swallowed Yin Zhong's fresh blood, leaving no trace behind.

Just as everyone was filled with anticipation, Men Laotou ran in in a panic, shouting loudly:

"What are you doing?

Are you secretly doing something with my Millennium Divine Iron?

Put it down for me; if you ruin it, I will kill you."

Men Laotou walked angrily to the side of the Sword Furnace, looked at the Millennium Cold Iron being continuously calcined in the Sword Furnace, and picked up a tool to retrieve the Millennium Cold Iron; then, a scene that shocked him appeared. The Millennium Cold Iron, which had never turned red from the fire, had actually turned completely red; Men Laotou covered his mouth and said in disbelief:

"What did you do to the Millennium Cold Iron?

Why has it started to melt?"

Seeing this, Duan Fengyun had no time to explain and shouted at Yin Zhong:

"Sha Dage, what are you still waiting for? The time has come, hurry and cast the sword."

"Oh!"

Yin Zhong skillfully took out the glowing red Millennium Cold Iron and began the casting.

Men Laotou, having come to his senses, pushed aside Dazhu, who was trying to step forward to help, and said:

"You go cool off on the side; I will be the assistant for Sha Dage.

Sha Dage, you must not fail this piece of Millennium Cold Iron; if there is any mishap, I will not agree to your marriage with Jianqiu even if I die."

After speaking, Men Laotou directly used force to secure the Millennium Cold Iron; Yin Zhong knew this was the critical moment, so he did not say much, raised the forging hammer, and began to temper the Millennium Cold Iron with a thousand strikes.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The sound of each strike rang in the ears of the few, and the shape of the sword gradually became the same as the Nether Sword in Duan Fengyun's memory.

It seemed that the peerless demonic weapon, the Nether Sword, was about to appear in the world.

After undergoing the final tempering, the Nether Sword was finally completely formed.

And Yin Zhong, having exhausted all his strength and spirit, collapsed onto the ground.

Men Laotou looked at the divine sword lying quietly on the table, walked up excitedly, and lifted the sword.

Men Laotou raised the sword and swung it directly at the hammer next to him, but the hammer did not move at all.

Men Laotou stared at the sword in his hand, threw it onto the ground, and said with a look of disgust:

"To think I looked forward to this divine iron for so long; I didn't expect that what was forged was just a piece of scrap metal.

Ptooey!"

After cursing, Men Laotou did not forget to stomp on the sword; he was truly extremely disappointed.

Yin Zhong stood up from the ground, picked up the sword that Men Laotou had thrown down, and examined it up and down. This sword was one that Yin Zhong had spent all his energy forging, and because he had offered his own blood to sharpen the divine iron, he and this sword now seemed to share a certain connection.

Yin Zhong looked at Men Jianqiu, raised the sword, and laughed loudly:

"Jianqiu, this sword is what I forged for you.

I want to present this sword to you."

As Yin Zhong's voice fell, the sky began to rumble with thunder and lightning, while the smiling Men Jianqiu felt extremely uneasy in her heart.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A bolt of red lightning struck the sword directly. After being hit by the lightning, the sword trembled incessantly in Yin Zhong's hand, trying to fly away.

Yin Zhong used all his strength to hold onto it.

Men Jianqiu suddenly collapsed to the ground, but fortunately, Men Laotou reacted in time and caught her.

"My dear daughter, what is wrong with you?

Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Men Jianqiu shook her head and replied:

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt very cold; it must be late at night.

Father, let me go, I want to go check on Sha Dage; wasn't he just struck by lightning?"

Men Laotou looked at Men Jianqiu with a look of frustration that she would not live up to his expectations; this girl would not even take care of her own body before going to see that Sha Dage.

Men Jianqiu helped up Yin Zhong, who was leaning on the ground, and asked:

"Sha Dage, how are you? Were you struck by the lightning?"

Yin Zhong shook his head and said:

"No, Jianqiu.

Look, the sword I forged for you."

At this moment, the two characters for "Nether" had already appeared on the hilt, and Men Jianqiu murmured:

"Nether Sword!"

"Nether Sword, doesn't that mean it's a sword from hell?"

Dazhu chimed in.

After rolling her eyes at Dazhu, Men Jianqiu smiled at Yin Zhong:

"Sha Dage, thank you, I really like this sword."

At this moment, Duan Fengyun, who had been a spectator for a long time, finally spoke:

"Sha Dage, can you let me take a look at this Nether Sword?"

"Boss Qin, here!"

Men Jianqiu handed the Nether Sword to Duan Fengyun.

After taking the Nether Sword, Duan Fengyun felt a chill wash over him.

A sense of killing intent and baleful energy from the Nether Sword constantly assaulted Duan Fengyun's mind.

However, with Duan Fengyun's current Spirit Sense, he easily suppressed this baleful energy.

Duan Fengyun sighed in his heart:

"It is indeed a peerless demonic weapon; the baleful energy and killing intent within it are even more ferocious than the Jue Sword from back then."

Duan Fengyun looked at a large tree outside the Sword Furnace, walked up, and swung the sword down. Duan Fengyun did not use any of his cultivation base at all, using only the power of the Nether Sword.

The large tree did not break off at the roots as Duan Fengyun had guessed, but instead exploded and shattered into pieces from the middle.

When Men Laotou and the others heard the sound coming from outside, they ran out and saw the shattered tree. Men Laotou asked in astonishment:

"Boss Qin, is... is this the power of the Nether Sword?"

Duan Fengyun nodded and said:

"That's right, that was indeed the power of the Nether Sword.

Master Men, it seems Sha Dage has forged a peerless divine weapon.

Your Men Family Sword Casting Workshop has a worthy successor."

After speaking, Duan Fengyun did not forget to wink at Men Jianqiu and Yin Zhong. Understanding the subtext of Duan Fengyun's words, the two cast grateful glances at him.

For now, the Nether Sword could not be left at the Men Family Sword Casting Workshop, otherwise, something would surely happen.

Thus, Duan Fengyun said:

"Master Men, could you let me play with this sword for a few days, so I can see the power of this peerless divine weapon?

I know that from now on, this divine sword will surely be the treasure of your Men family, so I won't take what others love; I just want to borrow it to admire for a few days."

Men Laotou pretended to be indifferent and said:

"Boss Qin, just take it.

With such a large business of yours here, would we be worried about you running off with the sword?

Just bring it back to us when you are done playing with it."

Duan Fengyun smiled, took out five thousand taels of silver notes he had prepared from his robes, handed them to Yin Zhong, and said:

"Sha Dage, this is your reward.

I said before that as long as you forged a peerless divine weapon and let me witness this great moment, I would give you a huge reward.

Now that you have done it, I am very satisfied; this is the corresponding reward, please accept it."

After speaking, Duan Fengyun winked at Men Jianqiu, signaling her to remind Sha Dage to accept it.

Yin Zhong stood there stunned. Just as the honest and simple man was about to refuse, Men Jianqiu stopped him.

Men Jianqiu said:

"Sha Dage, you should quickly accept it."

"This is Boss Qin's payment to you; if you don't accept it, you are looking down on Boss Qin."

Seeing this, Yin Zhong had no choice but to accept the silver banknotes, saying with a grateful face:

"Thank you, Boss Qin!"

He naturally understood the reason Duan Fengyun gave him this money, so he felt extremely grateful in his heart.

Duan Fengyun found a scabbard and, after sheathing the Nether Sword, said:

"Everyone, I will be heading back first. If you all wish to find me to take back the Nether Sword, you may come to my home to find me at any time."

After speaking, Duan Fengyun left with the sword; the imposing figure of the man and sword did not fade from before the few of them for a long time.

Dazhu muttered:

"Boss Qin's aura changed instantly when he took the sword; he must have been a very formidable swordsman in the past!"

Men Laotou rolled his eyes at Dazhu, telling him not to speculate about other people's identities.