Chapter 156 To Forge This Throwing Knife (Come and see, don't sue me!)

The scene was filled with flying sand and rolling stones, a truly shocking sight.

Great Joy Bodhisattva rolled across the ground countless times before finally coming to a stop.

Beneath the night sky, she looked like an invincible wind-fire wheel.

"You fat pig, do you know how hideous your laughter sounds?"

"You don't even care if others can stand it or not!"

Yan Chu shook his hand with a look of disgust.

Even though he hadn't actually touched Great Joy Bodhisattva just now, he felt as disgusted as if he had just grabbed a handful of lard.

"Arghhh!!!"

"You—you are the Blade Demon Yan Chu!??"

Great Joy Bodhisattva, having been blasted hundreds of meters away by that palm strike, felt a long-lost pain; it had been a very long time since she had experienced such a sensation.

Yan Chu's overwhelming, mountain-toppling palm power was actually able to penetrate her tempered Physical Body?

If not for the layers upon layers of fat on her body that could disperse the force, this palm strike from Yan Chu would have shattered her cultivation.

Furthermore, his movement technique was ghostly and unpredictable, moving like thunder.

She hadn't even noticed him before being struck by that palm, caught completely off guard.

At this moment, she finally remembered.

The legendary Blade Demon Yan Chu was known for a powerful palm technique that swirled with mist, and countless people had died under his palms.

It was no less formidable than his azure nether saber, which had tasted the blood of countless victims.

And just now, what this young man had used was exactly that tyrannical palm technique.

"Bodhisattva!! Bodhisattva, are you alright?!?"

At this moment, the four followers of Great Joy Bodhisattva, in a panic, rushed to her side and worked together to help her back up.

"Get lost!!"

Great Joy Bodhisattva was enraged by Yan Chu's palm strike. With a furious shout, she leaped tens of meters into the air and landed with a thud in front of Yan Chu, causing the ground to shake violently and sending a shockwave of Qi rippling outwards.

"Good, good, good! It took no effort to find what one was looking for after searching high and low!"

"I was just about to go looking for you, and to think you would appear right before me!"

"It's perfect to harvest your energy; after I've drained you dry, I'll take your head as a gift for the Marquis of Annan!"

In Great Joy Bodhisattva's voice, there was boundless fury mixed with pleasant surprise.

Although Yan Chu's palm strike was strong, aside from making her look disheveled, it hadn't caused any substantial damage. This was likely his most powerful attack, wasn't it?

"He is the Blade Demon Yan Chu?!?"

Behind Great Joy Bodhisattva, the four Grandmaster followers were shocked.

The Blade Demon Yan Chu had actually appeared here?

Even more terrifying was that he could blast the Bodhisattva away with a single palm strike?

This level of strength was even greater than the rumors suggested!

But it didn't matter.

The Bodhisattva was angry now, and Yan Chu would definitely not survive!

The four exchanged glances and sneered inwardly.

Yan Chu was now on the must-kill list of Red Sleeve Beckon, ranked even higher than some existences in the Mountain Shaking Realm. Who told him to repeatedly provoke Red Sleeve Beckon?

Offend Red Sleeve Beckon, and a death-dealing blade is sure to follow!

Death may be delayed, but it will arrive; don't scream and shout!

Great Joy Bodhisattva's killing intent was palpable. Within several miles, the air became as heavy as a mountain and as stifling as water, as if it wanted to crush people and cause them to drown.

Her body emitted a golden and pink glow. As her abdomen expanded and contracted, with every breath, dust flew and sand filled the air.

Under the night sky, her figure became even broader and taller, exuding immense pressure.

A Supreme Grandmaster, whose power could shake mountains, was not just an empty title.

The Aura of each one was like a real mountain, making people feel suppressed and suffocated.

Zhu Qingluan, behind Yan Chu, found her breathing stalled, and her pretty face beneath her veil turned pale.

Only now, with Great Joy Bodhisattva releasing her Aura, did she realize how terrifying it was.

A Supreme Grandmaster is a Supreme Grandmaster. Even the weakest among the twelve Wuchang Emissaries was not someone a mere Grandmaster like her could challenge.

The Aura alone was enough to crush her to death.

At this moment, she felt as if she were carrying a mountain on her back, or as if she were deep underwater, unable to breathe properly.

With every passing second, she felt she was closer to death.

And it was a feeling of helplessness, watching herself die.

Swoosh!

Yan Chu flashed and blocked in front of her.

That sensation instantly receded like a tide, isolating all the pressure from the front. Zhu Qingluan hurriedly gasped for air.

Yan Chu took her soft, boneless hand and said in a deep voice, "Stand further away!"

"Mm!" Zhu Qingluan replied obediently, her voice as soft as a mosquito, and retreated nearly a hundred meters.

This position was exactly behind Yan Chu.

With him blocking in front, Great Joy Bodhisattva's Aura could not penetrate through, and naturally, it could not harm her.

The young man in front, who was several years younger than her, now seemed so tall and imposing, facing the Supreme Grandmaster as if it were just a breeze brushing his face.

"That blade just now didn't kill you; now let's see if you can block this one?"

A palm-sized, gleaming flying dagger appeared in Yan Chu's hand.

It was said that Great Joy Bodhisattva was the nemesis of Little Lis Flying Dagger.

He wanted to test whether Great Joy Bodhisattva could withstand his full-power strike!

He was not Li Xunhuan! He was the Blade Demon Yan Chu, who possessed supreme Saber Intent and had killed countless people!

Great Joy Bodhisattva smiled disdainfully and said, "Do you think that with a flying dagger made of ordinary iron, you can break through my tempered body?"

As she spoke, the fat on her body began to contract, and that faint metallic luster became even more pronounced.

"Heh!" Yan Chu shook his head. "Do you think this is an ordinary flying dagger?"

"Oh? Isn't it?" Great Joy Bodhisattva cast her gaze upon the flying dagger in Yan Chu's hand.

Based on her discernment, it should have been a flying dagger made of ordinary iron. Could it be some rare iron she had never seen before?

"Of course it's not an ordinary flying dagger!"

"Oh? Then I would like to hear the origin of this flying dagger of yours!"

Great Joy Bodhisattva's gaze and tone became much more serious.

One could imagine that a flying dagger held by the Blade Demon Yan Chu must be a divine weapon of some sort.

In the distance, Zhu Qingluan was somewhat confused.

Wasn't this flying dagger the one they bought together yesterday at the roadside blacksmith shop? Twenty for one tael of silver?

Could it be that he had an exclusive, specially crafted flying dagger to deal with Great Joy Bodhisattva?

Yan Chu stroked the blade and explained slowly, "To forge this flying dagger, I traveled almost the entire Great Jin Dynasty!"

"In the Early Stage of forging, I assembled a core material-seeking team of 69 people. Over 438 days, crossing 39 prefectures and counties, we collected and analyzed 138 types of iron-casting raw materials. Finally, we carefully selected the Ice-Skin Iron from a 30-meter-deep mineral source beneath the Dragon Blood vein in Huangni Township, Wutong Prefecture. Its temperature reached exactly minus 5 degrees, ensuring the blade was as cold as ice and as pure as jade!"

Yan Chu's tone was slow, and his expression was devout, making everyone involuntarily drawn to what he was saying.

Although Great Joy Bodhisattva didn't quite understand what Yan Chu was talking about.

But seeing him say so much, she naturally felt that this flying dagger was definitely a precious blade.

Behind her, the four Grandmasters of Red Sleeve Beckon could not help but breathe slightly faster.

After killing Yan Chu in a moment, they would also be able to obtain a precious blade!

They only heard Yan Chu continue to introduce, "To forge it, I summoned 32 Great Masters of Artifact Refining, held 295 meetings, and discarded 1391 casting plans, just for the perfect curvature of the blade's back."

While speaking, Yan Chu gently stroked the back of the flying dagger.

With that expression and that action, everyone was convinced that this was absolutely a top-tier flying dagger.

"And its handle, we conducted 3276 hand-grip tests to determine the 15.3-degree micro-ripple tiger's mouth that best fits ergonomics."

"Sigh..." At this moment, Yan Chu suddenly sighed.

"What? Does it have some other unique features?" Seeing Yan Chu's expression, Great Joy Bodhisattva hurriedly asked, puzzled.

This flying dagger was already so precious; if it had any other effects, wouldn't that be incredible?

Thinking of this, Great Joy Bodhisattva unconsciously unleashed all her internal energy, pushing her tempered Cultivation Technique to the extreme.

Yan Chu shook his head. "The refining process was the greatest difficulty!"

Indeed! Everyone present nodded in agreement.

For a divine Sharp Weapon, the refining process is indeed the most difficult; regardless of the heat, wind power, or material ratios, it is all extremely complicated, and laypeople simply cannot understand it.

To succeed in refining it, it must have consumed countless efforts.

"Then, with such precious material and design, how was this blade actually refined?" A Grandmaster behind Great Joy Bodhisattva asked, puzzled.

Yan Chu took a deep breath and spoke again: "I, along with three generations of Artifact Refining Great Masters, studied it together. After 142 adjustments to the heat and temperature, in a harsh environment of 1675 degrees Celsius, plus or minus 5 degrees, we sacrificed over 16321 experimental flying daggers, raising the yield rate from the initial 9.65% to the final 95.81%, achieving thousand-degree quenching, a blade formed by heaven!"

"During the most difficult time of refining, we were almost ready to give up and prepare to use a 'good enough' refining method."

"That night, holding the 164th failed blade, facing the candlelight, looking at that imperceptible texture deviation, I asked my subordinates, 'Do we really want to compromise with "good enough"?'"

"..."

"And then?" Seeing Yan Chu suddenly stop, a Grandmaster behind Great Joy Bodhisattva hurriedly asked, following up.

Yan Chu's expression immediately turned cold. "Of course, no compromise!"

"Good!!!" The few people present cheered one after another.

On the path of Artifact Refining, this is the spirit required; this is the perseverance required.

Otherwise, where would those divine Sharp Weapons come from?

"It was this refusal to compromise that made us launch the 165th sprint. When the 165th refining furnace was opened, and we saw that flawless blade texture, a 73-year-old Artifact Refining Great Master cried on the spot..."

Yan Chu's sorrowful tone, combined with his expression and actions.

Made even the few top-tier assassins of Red Sleeve Beckon, who had killed countless people, feel moved.

"Please look at the flying dagger, the result of our thousand hammerings!" Yan Chu raised the flying dagger and said loudly:

"0.02-millimeter Supreme Grandmaster-level blade texture refinement technique!"

"0.001-millimeter ultra-thin blade edge, achieving a highly lightweight blade body, 81 manual polishing passes for the micro-curvature blade back, achieving the sharpness of a divine weapon standard, and a texture structure of a peerless divine weapon level."

"The clarity of Jin style, the luster of Wei style!"

"This is not just a flying dagger; this is our tribute to the continent's thousands of years of Artifact Refining craftsmanship!"

"It is even more of an innovation of traditional Artifact Refining technology!"

Yan Chu looked at the few people in front, whose eyes were burning and whose breathing was rapid, and asked slowly, "Tell me, how much should I sell such a flying dagger for?"