558: Chapter 558 The true Mystic Sword has never been born, but I will forge it myself (Under revision)
Qin Wangchuan's movements finally ceased, a hint of satisfaction still lingering in his eyes.
Seeing this, Qin Zhaoer stood up from the low stool and walked over.
"Is it done?"
She leaned in close to the sword, staring at the blade for a long while, before she couldn't help but speak.
"If my eyes aren't deceiving me, this thing is even worse than the few you forged before, right?"
The sword in Qin Wangchuan's hand had a rough body, its edges uneven and jagged.
Most shockingly, the blade was covered in fine cracks, as if it would crumble into dust at the slightest touch.
Yet, this appearance was not strange.
After all, this sword was not forged in a single attempt.
It had been hammered, quenched, and smelted by Qin Wangchuan over and over again.
Each time, the blade became a fraction more brittle.
By now, the entire blade was covered in fine cracks; an ordinary Cultivator would likely be afraid to even swing it.
"And this too."
Qin Zhaoer reached out and pointed to the characters on the spine of the sword.
"Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword?"
"...Isn't this the name of the sword you carried when you were in the Immortal Court?"
"Why would you carve it onto this piece of junk?"
"This is not junk."
Qin Wangchuan, however, ran his fingertips inch by inch over the blade, his expression exceptionally satisfied.
"But at the same time, this is not the Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword."
"Huh?"
Qin Zhaoer wore an expression that said, 'You're teasing me again.'
"It's not? Then why did you carve the name on it?"
"To be precise—"
Qin Wangchuan didn't rush to look up, his gaze still fixed on the sword.
"It is just not yet."
He didn't offer any further explanation.
He simply turned around, walked over to the whetstone on the other side, picked up the sword, and began to sharpen it slowly.
His movements were unhurried, yet exceptionally focused.
Only now did Qin Wangchuan truly understand one thing.
He had always assumed that the "Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword" he had obtained and subsequently broken in the Immortal Court was some kind of supreme treasure.
But now he understood.
That sword had never actually been a divine weapon.
It was truly just as the System had said: nothing more than an ordinary iron sword.
Just like the one before him now.
As for the origin of that sword, it didn't come from that System that was always acting up.
It had been forged by himself from some other timeline.
It had simply been snatched up by the brain-dead System and handed out as a reward.
With this thought, Qin Wangchuan's mind became crystal clear.
He didn't need to repair that sword broken in the Immortal Court anymore.
Because.
"It embodies ten types of Emperor Laws, swallowing ten thousand laws and a hundred weapons."
"The true Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword has never been born."
"But I will forge it with my own hands."
"Along with the wheel of fate."
As the thought settled, the speed at which Qin Wangchuan sharpened the sword didn't increase; instead, it slowed down even more.
There were no high-quality, rare materials here.
There was no superior heavenly furnace fire.
And there were no techniques from a Senior to borrow.
All he could do was one thing.
Refine his own craft.
Hammer after hammer.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.
Until it was the best, until it was perfect.
In this way.
When the day came to return to the Immortal Court, it would be the moment the true "Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword" was born.
The courtyard fell silent.
Time seemed to lose all shape at this moment.
In Qin Wangchuan's eyes, nothing remained but the sword in his hands.
Behind him.
Qin Zhaoer gazed at his entranced profile. She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, said nothing.
She walked back to the small low stool and sat down, resting her chin on her hand.
Her mind went blank, and she just watched silently.
Until a rooster crowed in the neighboring courtyard.
It was time to eat.
Qin Zhaoer stood up on tiptoe, quietly slipped out of the courtyard gate, and went home to cook.
Once the meal was ready, she carried the bowls and walked into the Qin Family's small courtyard once more.
She called out to Qin Wangchuan to eat together.
This time, the two of them ate together.
In the neighboring courtyard.
Father Wen and Mother Wen saw it all, but they did not stop it.
Although Qin Wangchuan had lost his parents at a young age, the boy was steady, diligent in his work, and handsome as well.
Most importantly, having watched him grow up, they knew him through and through.
With all these factors combined, Father Wen and Mother Wen not only didn't object but were actually happy to see it happen.
Time flew by.
Qin Wangchuan's days entered a rare period of tranquility.
He read medical books in the morning, studied medicine during the day, and refined medicinal pills in the courtyard during his leisure time.
Some were medicinal decoctions, others were pills.
The decoctions were for the people in town seeking medical treatment.
The pills were sent to Fan Yuan for the people at Fuyao Tower to test their effectiveness.
A Cultivator's Physique was inherently stronger, so even if there was a slight flaw in the Pill Formula, it wouldn't kill anyone.
Occasionally, when a townsman came to his door seeking a consultation, he would shoulder his medicine chest and go out to treat them.
In the afternoon, he handled some blacksmithing orders.
In the evening, he delved into talisman arts and Formation arts.
These two were the toughest nuts for him to crack at the moment.
There were no books to read and no one to teach him.
Qin Wangchuan relied on what he had learned in the past, slowly comprehending and deducing them bit by bit.
It was difficult, but it was not impossible.
Days passed by, one after another, so peacefully.
Then.
Fuyao Tower and the Xuandu Prefecture went to war.
As for the reason for the war, Qin Wangchuan was not clear.
He only heard it was over some territory.
Another faction, the Zhenyue Palace, did not intervene and chose to remain a bystander.
(PS: I apologize, but I had too many things to do today, which made time very tight. This chapter is not long enough, but I will make up the word count to four thousand words tomorrow during the day. Sorry everyone, I know reading single chapters is torture. I'm sorry, I will try my best to recover this month. Also, I seem to see that some people are not very satisfied with Eighth Sister's plot. As I said before, I will look at the poll; I will put a poll below.)
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