125: Chapter 125 At the Sword Heart Tomb, almost everyone is obsessed with sword forging!

Afterward, the three of them walked out of the room together, led to the front hall by a Disciple of Sword Heart Tomb.

Li Xinyue saw at a glance that her daughter and Mu Liangyue were walking normally, and there was nothing unusual in their expressions, so she nodded inwardly.

The two girls were devastatingly beautiful; even as a woman herself, she had to admit that such beauty was enough to make anyone lose their composure.

Now seeing Su Rui acting steady and polite, she felt more and more that this young man was reliable.

Sensing their mother's gaze, Mu Liangyue and Li Hanyi almost instinctively hid half a step behind Su Rui, avoiding that smiling scrutiny.

“How did you rest last night?”

Li Xinyue spoke with a half-smile, her tone carrying a bit of teasing.

“Very well, I slept very soundly.”

Su Rui took a seat calmly and then asked, “Where did Grandfather go?”

Li Hanyi sat by his side and also voiced her confusion.

“Probably at the Sword Casting Pavilion; he went over there last night.”

Li Xinyue thought for a moment and answered with some uncertainty.

Before her voice had faded, a vast and desolate Aura suddenly came from the distance, like a great bell vibrating through heaven and earth.

In an instant, many Disciples throughout the Sword Heart Tomb became dazed, their eyes glazed over as if drawn by some ancient will.

After a long time, the crowd gradually regained their senses and looked toward the Sword Casting Pavilion, a burning light igniting in their eyes.

A sword has emerged?

Li Xinyue was stunned.

To be able to make so many people lose their composure, the grade of this sword had likely reached the Peerless Grade.

How long had it been since her father refined a weapon of this level?

Not long after, King Li Su stepped into the front hall laughing loudly, holding a broadsword in his hand. The blade was wrapped in a grayish-white scabbard, faintly exuding an ancient Aura.

His face looked slightly fatigued, but his eyes were bright and piercing, his spirit invigorated.

“Father, this is...?”

Li Xinyue felt that Concept rushing toward her and couldn't help but be moved.

“It was originally an unformed sword embryo. Last night I used the Artifact Refining methods passed down by the Hall Master, and I didn't expect it to actually transform into this Realm!”

“Just call me by my name.”

Su Rui interjected with a smile.

“I can't do that, I can't do that! The seniority cannot be messed up!”

King Li Su waved his hands repeatedly, then looked at Su Rui and the two girls beside him, grinning:

“Did you sleep comfortably last night?”

Good grief!

They really are father and daughter; even their way of asking is exactly the same.

“Grandfather!”

Li Hanyi’s face instantly flushed red as she spoke out in reproach.

“Alright, alright, alright, I won't ask anymore, okay?”

King Li Su quickly raised his hands in surrender, a fawning look on his face.

At this time, there were cluttered footsteps outside the door, and a large group of Disciples swarmed in, their eyes fixed intently on the sword in his hand.

“Take it and look at it outside! Don't be in here making noise while we eat!”

King Li Su casually tossed the sword out.

The Eldest Disciple in front scrambled to catch it, terrified of it getting bumped or scratched.

Throughout Sword Heart Tomb, almost everyone is obsessed with sword casting.

If you talk to them about martial cultivation, they might not pay you any mind;

But if you speak of sword refining, every single one of them will have eyes shining, ready to fight for it with their lives.

Those mouths of theirs could talk you into a state of being completely dazed.

In their eyes, a peerless divine weapon is like a stunning beauty in the eyes of a lecher—impossible to look away from.

Almost everyone's eyes were practically spitting fire.

Both sword name and containing light knew that there weren't many people who truly understood swords.

But when this Vastness Sword appeared in the world, the commotion was not small.

Now, having received this sword from King Li Su's hand, they were heartlessly driven out the next moment.

Just as they stepped out of the Sword Casting Pavilion, the outside was already packed tight.

Disciples three layers deep were all staring dead at the sword in their Eldest Senior Brother's hand.

“Eldest Senior Brother, this sword was just finished by Master. Looking at this Aura, it's probably a major cut above those famous swords of the past!”

One person stared intently at the Vastness Sword, feeling the sense of vastness constantly radiating from the blade, his tone full of envy.

To be able to personally forge a famous sword that would be passed down to future generations was what many sword casters sought for their entire lives.

If such a day truly came, even if it meant sacrificing their lives to the furnace, some would go to their deaths willingly.

This was the obsession of Sword Heart Tomb.

This was the backbone of Northern Li's number one sword-casting School.

“Senior Martial Uncle, hurry up and draw the sword so we can see!”

A young Disciple couldn't restrain himself, his voice trembling.

The Eldest Senior Brother looked down at the Vastness in his hand, his expression complex.

The quality of this sword far exceeded the norm, clearly surpassing what his Master had forged before.

The matter of personally seeing his Master join the martial arts hall yesterday was still fresh in his memory.

And since then, his Master's behavior had been somewhat strange.

While there is indeed the Concept of Epiphany in the Dao of sword casting, to have such a leap in such a short time was a bit too bizarre.

Furthermore, he had personally polished the embryo of this sword, and he knew well what the Materials were like.

In his view, it absolutely should not have reached this kind of Realm.

Could it be... that Master really received some secret transmission from that Hall Master?

While he was lost in thought, the sounds of urging rose again beside him.

The Eldest Senior Brother came back to his senses and slowly drew the longsword.

On the grayish-white blade, several strange patterns were engraved, resembling talismans yet not, faintly revealing some kind of pattern.

The appearance had nothing special about it, but that vast Concept rushing toward them made everyone's expressions change slightly.

Especially the moment the sword edge was unsheathed, that feeling became even more intense, as if they were in a boundless wilderness, with heaven and earth being lonely.

“As expected.”

The Eldest Senior Brother held the sword for a long time, his mind suddenly becoming clear.

The grade of this sword was extremely high, and it had even nurtured its own Sword Intent.

If a compatible person held it, they might be able to trigger a resonance and stimulate their potential.

But in the end, it was not a weapon with a spirit.

This also explained why his Master didn't care much for this sword—it was more like a practice piece, formed in a hurry.

If it truly had spirituality, it would probably immediately climb to the top of the Famous Sword Registry; replacing the first place might not even be impossible.

Although it lacked spiritual consciousness, its value was not diminished in the slightest.

The Disciples passed it around to look; many also noticed the mystery within it and looked at each other, but no one could explain its meaning.

But in any case, this was indeed the most outstanding sword produced by Sword Heart Tomb in all these years.

...

Inside the hall, after breakfast.

King Li Su invited Su Rui to visit the Sword Casting Pavilion.

Li Hanyi and Mu Liangyue naturally followed closely behind.

Having shared a pillow and slept together last night, although they hadn't crossed the line, their attachment to Su Rui was now deep in their bones, and they didn't want to be separated for even a moment.

Li Xinyue left the little fatty Lei Wujie to the care of a maid and also followed quietly.

Having not returned to her old home for many years, a long-lost trace of nostalgia actually welled up in her heart.

The Sword Casting Pavilion was built on the mountainside, its exterior being a simple and ancient pavilion.

In reality, the interior went through the belly of the mountain, appearing bottomless.

Just as he approached the cave entrance, Su Rui smelled a strong scent of sulfur.

“Earth Fire?”

He was slightly startled, somewhat surprised.

“Exactly, we are borrowing the fire of the earth veins!”

King Li Su heard him and responded with a smile.

The passing Disciples bowed in greeting when they saw him arrive.

As for Su Rui and his group, most of them showed confusion, not knowing their background.

After hearing this, Su Rui became even more interested.

Underground lava lakes were rare to begin with, and what's more, Sword Heart Tomb had never moved since its founding hundreds of years ago, showing that the Earth Fire here was as stable as ever, which was truly rare.

“It's a pity,” King Li Su sighed softly, “even though the Earth Fire is intense, there are still many rare Materials that cannot be smelted.”

His tone was full of regret.

Over the years, Jianghu people had come to request swords, bringing countless strange and exotic Materials, many of which even he couldn't name.

What was even more troublesome was that those Materials had extremely high melting points, and ordinary flames simply couldn't do anything to them.

The Earth Fire could hardly leave even a single scorch mark, let alone heat them until they were glowing red.

As for forging and shaping, it was simply a pipe dream.

King Li Su spoke as he led the group down the stone steps. After walking about two or three hundred steps, they finally saw the flickering firelight deep within the cave below.

The air was filled with a strong sulfur scent, pungent and burning to the throat.

Stepping into the cave, Su Rui's expression remained normal.

As the successor of Northern Li's premier sword-casting family, he was already mentally prepared for such a sight.

But Mu Liangyue couldn't help but open her small mouth, her eyes full of shock.

What she saw before her was like an abyss of swords.

In the massive grotto, countless longswords were densely packed between the ground and the stone walls; at a rough glance, there were at least ten thousand of them.

Every single one had cold light flowing over it, sharp and pressing, clearly of the quality of top-tier precious weapons.

If they entered the Jianghu, any random one would be worth more than a thousand taels of silver.

With such a quantity piled up, the total value had probably already surpassed hundreds of millions.

When this thought flashed through her mind, Mu Liangyue herself couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

And in the very center of the grotto was a slowly surging lava lake.

From time to time, the crisp and continuous sound of hammering came from the small caves around them; that was the craftsmen forging weapons.

Occasionally, someone would walk out, either taking away a finished product or inserting a newly forged sword into a designated spot.

In the deepest part of the lake's center, a giant sword dozens of zhang high stood tall, thrust directly into the lava.

Dozens of iron chains as thick as a bowl's mouth extended from the sword's body, deeply nailed into the cave roof and the rock walls, firmly securing this massive object.

Noticing that the gaze of Su Rui and the others lingered on that giant sword for a long time, King Li Su spoke with a smile:

“That is the heavy treasure protecting our Sword Heart Tomb—but, it's not for human use.”

His voice paused slightly, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

Seeing everyone listening intently, he continued:

“It is said that this was personally forged by the founding Ancestral Master.

No one knows why he wanted to forge such a massive blade.

But a saying was passed down from the older generation: after being tempered by Earth Fire for a full three hundred years, this sword can transform into a true divine weapon!”

“Mother also told me about this,” Li Xinyue said softly, “but by now, shouldn't three hundred years have already passed?”

King Li Su was startled upon hearing this, then nodded with a bitter smile.

“Yes... so, it can only be listened to as a legend.”

After Su Rui heard this, his gaze fell back onto the giant sword, his eyes flickering slightly.

He silently circulated the object-appraisal technique from the Talisman of Nine Surges of the Jiyin Epoch.

A moment later, a trace of incomprehension appeared on his face.

Right at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The giant sword actually began to vibrate slightly, and the thick iron chains rattled along with it, creating waves of echoes in the empty cave.

Su Rui's expression changed slightly, and he quietly withdrew his Divine Soul.

The vibration then subsided.

But this scene had already attracted everyone's attention.

One must know that the giant sword plus the iron chains weighed far more than hundreds of thousands of catties, and might even be close to a million.