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— — steel refining,

Water reducing, exercise,

Suyan,

Fire making,

Quenching.

Every step was extremely meticulous. If there was a slight mistake,

Even if the blade was broken,

Everything would be for naught.

Forging a blade required not only knowledge and skill, but also luck.

Sanjō Munechika was a swordsmith,

Before today, he had successfully smithed many sabers and swords.

However, the final outcome of these swords,

Most of them were thrown into the warehouse by Sanjō Munechika to collect dust — —

Those swords that had been painstakingly forged and were admired by many people, and were feverishly chased after by Sanjo Munechika.

Were just scrap iron that could be casually thrown away.

— — Not enough, not enough!

Sanjō Munechika was searching for a blade, a peerless blade that could truly be crowned with the title of "Sanjō"!

This blade,

Once it was born, should be a mountain and river,

An eternal sound!

It should be recorded in history,

A peerless treasure that had been passed down for thousands of years!

And such a blade,

Today,

Should come!

Sanjō Munechika looked at the burning flames in the knife furnace,

The crimson light from the fire illuminated his face, which was flushed with excitement.

The scorching high temperature brought endless sweat,

Sanjō Munechika felt as if he had been fished out of the water. What was even more unbearable was the burning pain brought by the high temperature. It was so fierce that it felt as if his skin, flesh, bones, and blood were going to be burned to ashes.

However, even so, Sanjō Munechika did not move away from the knife furnace at all.

— — Time was up.

Sanjō Munechika carefully took out the odachi that had been formed in the knife furnace, and then put it into water to rapidly cool — — this was the last step of forging the blade, quenching.

On one hand, it could make the sword harder and sharper, and on the other hand, it could make the blade produce beautiful patterns.

This step required a very high level of skill. After more than three months of painstaking effort, success or failure depended on this moment!

No one would believe that this talented bladesmith, who had been sought after by countless warriors and nobles at a young age, was now as nervous as a young boy who had just forged a blade for the first time.

"Ci —"

White mist rose from the water where the odachi was soaked. For a moment, it was so misty that people couldn't see clearly.

Then, in the next moment —

The sky suddenly turned dark!

Just a moment ago, it was still noon. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the sunlight was glaring.

However, in the next instant, a strange phenomenon occurred. The world suddenly fell into darkness, as if someone had covered the sky with a layer of darkness.

In the forging room, which had been brightly lit just a moment ago, only the flame of the knife furnace was left illuminating the world.

This was just like the legendary Heavenly Dog eating the sun!

Sanjō Munechika heard the sudden explosion of voices and footsteps outside the forging room, mixed with the sound of things being overturned. He could imagine the chaos outside.

The servants of Sanjō Mansion were flustered and frightened. They hurriedly lit the lamps, and then ran to the forging room in the dark with candles or lanterns in their hands.

The servants wanted to simply break into the forging room, but they remembered that their master had warned them not to disturb him. So, they could only suppress their uneasiness and fearfully knocked on the wooden door. "Sanjō Sama!

Are you alright, Sanjō Sama? "

No one answered. The servants' hearts sank. Could it be that Sanjō Sama …

"Bang —"

The servants who were worried about the master's safety broke the door open and rushed in. Then, they were all shocked speechless by the scene inside the room.

In the empty forging room, a blade was quietly floating.

The blade was covered with a layer of golden light. Under the reflection of the flame of the knife furnace, it was as brilliant as the sun.

Then, in the next moment, the light around the odachi suddenly became extremely bright. It was like a second sun rising from the ground!

In the golden light, everyone saw a blurry figure appear beside the Odachi — —

The person's face was blurred in the extreme brilliance. Only a pair of golden eyes suddenly looked over.

It was a pair of eyes that couldn't be described with words. When you looked at those eyes, it was like seeing the sun rise from the dawn of hope, gradually to the scorching noon, and then into the dim dusk.

From light gold to bright gold, and then to pure gold, the world's most unreachable tomorrow rose in front of you!

The figure in the light gently raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the odachi.

Then, as if he was waving his arm, the figure suddenly held the sword and slashed at the dark sky!

A crack appeared in the sky as if it had been torn apart by someone out of thin air. Immediately after, a sliver of sunlight seeped through the crack created by the sword and saber. Then, the crack grew bigger and bigger. In the end, thousands of rays of light poured down like a tidal wave, as if wanting to smash the entire world into pieces.

The darkness retreated, and the sun returned.

The people who witnessed this scene were speechless for a while, as if they had lost their souls, they stared at the figure holding the odachi in the sky.

Finally, Sanjō Munechika, who was standing in front of the odachi, finally recovered from the shock. He looked up at the figure holding the odachi, like an artist who was devoutly worshipping his masterpiece, his eyes full of obsession and enthusiasm.

"When you appear, even the sun has to avoid your sharp edge … You are Sanjō Munechika's unique masterpiece in this life — Odachi, Jinjian!"

— The name is a curse.

As soon as the Bladesmith finished his sentence, the shadow in the air suddenly solidified.

The man with long silver hair had a beautiful face that didn't belong to this world. His golden eyes were like the sun.

He was wearing luxurious clothes, the colors were gray, red, blue, and gold. He wore armor on his shoulders and waist, and two golden rings on his left ankle.

He was holding a odachi in his hand, the body of the odachi refracted cold light, the blade was sharp, and the aura of the sword was threatening.

The man with the sun-like eyes blinked gently, his thick eyelashes fluttering like butterflies.

His eyes swept across the people in front of him, and everyone who was glanced at by those particularly moving eyes couldn't help but straighten their bodies, like devout believers who were worshipping their god.

Finally, he fell from the sky and walked in front of Sanjō Munechika.

Under Sōjō Sōjō's anxious, expectant gaze, the man leisurely lowered his eyes. His voice was as clear and pleasant as a cool spring. "… Father."

Sanjō Munechika was so excited that his face turned red, "Good, good, good!

Good boy, I am your forger, Sanjō Munechika. "

When Sanjō Munechika saw this man for the first time, his intuition as a creator told him that this was the Fu Mourning God that was born from the sword.

It was said that if an item was left for a long time and absorbed enough spiritual energy and emotion, it would give birth to a Fu Mourning God.

And the Jinjian had already given birth to a Fu Mourning God as soon as he was created … Could it be that the eight million gods heard his prayers and gave him a blessing?

…

"Oh?

Sanjō Munechika's residence is really lively today! "

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and then a Yin-Yang master holding a bat fan slowly walked in from outside the door and said with a smile.

"You're … Haruaki Abe -sama?"

Sanjō Munechika looked at the uninvited Yin-Yang master and was very surprised. This was a great Yin-Yang master who had saved the capital several times, and who had reached the peak of Yin-Yang Mastery. Even he, who had always focused on forging swords, had heard of him.

"Yes … It is indeed this humble one."

The handsome Yin-Yang master slightly narrowed his eyes with red eye makeup and opened the bat fan in his hand to hide the sly smile on his face.

Sanjō Munechika: "May I ask why Haruaki -sama has come?"

Faced with such a question, the Yin-Yang master simply smiled and didn't say anything.

Rather than saying that he was pretending to be mysterious, it would be more accurate to say that he was doing it out of bad taste.

Haruaki Abe didn't pay attention to the others, and instead looked behind them.

He had already felt this pure and dazzling spiritual energy when he arrived.

Then, let's take a look, just what is this …

The silver-haired Yin-Yang master slowly looked up and was caught off guard by a pair of eyes that were as bright as the sun.

All the sounds in the world seemed to fade away at this moment, and all the scenery seemed to become hazy. The only thing left in the Yin-Yang master's eyes was the Fu Mourning God's face, which didn't belong to the mortal world.

"… This is truly a peerless beauty in the world …"

After a while, the Yin-Yang master sighed as if he was sleep-talking.

"Haruaki -sama, Jinjian is a newly born Fu Mourning God, and he isn't some demon that needs to be removed!"

Sanjō Munechika hurriedly explained to the Yin-Yang master while standing in front of the Fu Mourning God, as if he was protecting his child.

The Yin-Yang master who came back to his senses covered his mouth with his sleeve, and his eyes were even more beautiful because of the amazement from before: "Hey, Sanjō -sama, there's no need to be so nervous, I can tell the difference."

Sanjō Munechika: "Then, Haruaki -sama wants to …"

"Well, it's actually because I divined that an old friend will be visiting here soon."

The Yin-Yang master who seemed to be in a good mood blinked slyly, and the smile on his face suddenly became meaningful.

Haruaki -sama's old friend?

Sanjō Munechika was stunned for a moment.

As a knife forger who scrupulously abided by his duties, Yin-Yang masters and demons were far from his reach.

And in his limited life, he never thought that he would one day have a relationship with such an existence.

However, the Yin-Yang master didn't seem to be faking it, so Sanjō Munechika's expression became serious and he was about to ask for more details.

But at this moment, Haruaki Abe suddenly closed the bat fan in his hand.

He suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, his long and narrow eyes slightly narrowed —

"It's here."

These ambiguous words were like the omen of an approaching storm.

Suddenly, pitch-black crow feathers floated down from the sky, and a powerful demon aura that made one tremble was approaching at a terrifying speed.