I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Why would a spiritualist come here to forge iron?

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the entire studio seemed to freeze instantly.

Chu Feng's expression froze.

He slowly turned his head, his pale face now filled with disbelief.

Blacksmithing?

He calls this blacksmithing?

It's not just an insult.

This is utterly blasphemous to technology!

Chu Feng took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

"vulgar!"

He knows it!

He knew that these brutes who practiced martial arts and whose brains were full of muscles couldn't possibly understand the nobility and elegance of weapon-making techniques!

"Oh my! My dear Shen!"

Zhou Xuan almost knelt down before Shen Tian on the spot.

He rushed between the two, using his soaked back to shield Chu Feng's murderous gaze, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"It's a misunderstanding! This is absolutely a misunderstanding!"

Zhou Xuan spoke rapidly, his brain working frantically, trying to make his statement sound plausible.

"Little Chu, what Brother Shen means is..."

"To forge iron, one must be strong oneself!"

"He means that if this psychic can forge weapons, they must be extremely powerful themselves!"

"This is a kind of... a kind of... something..."

Zhou Xuan was sweating profusely, racking his brains for words:

"A praise for returning to simplicity!"

It's amazing how things have returned to their original, simple state.

Even Zhou Xuan himself didn't believe it.

Chu Feng sneered, his eyes sweeping over Shen Tian with disdain.

"Inspector Zhou, no explanation needed."

Chu Feng said calmly, his tone carrying a sense of superiority.

"You can't talk about ice with a summer insect."

"I didn't expect a warrior who only knows how to wield a sword to understand the art of weapon forging."

Done.

He couldn't even be bothered to look at Shen Tian again, as if looking at him would lower his IQ.

"Since it was Inspector Zhou who brought them, I won't hold these offenses against him."

Chu Feng glanced at the clock on the wall, his tone becoming somewhat impatient.

"I still need to prepare materials to assist Professor Furukawa in a little while, and time is tight."

"Take the things out."

Chu Feng stretched out a hand.

"Let me make this clear first: if it's a mass-produced, common item, or below grade C, I suggest you turn left and look for that automatic repair robot."

"My spiritual power is precious; it's not meant to be used to repair scrap metal."

Zhou Xuan stood awkwardly to the side, forcing a smile and desperately trying to signal to Shen Tianshi with his eyes.

Oh, my ancestors!

Hold back!

Whatever you do, don't draw your sword!

This is a potential future master chef. Although he has a slightly foul mouth, his skills are truly unparalleled!

Shen Tian wasn't angry.

I even found it a little funny.

These days, tech people tend to have a temper, especially these genius interns who haven't yet experienced the harsh realities of life.

Shen Tian reached behind his back.

"It's a knife."

boom--!

Shen Tian simply released his grip, and [Heavenly Sin] fell naturally, its tip touching the forging table.

A deafeningly loud bang.

It was like an ancient giant elephant stomping its foot hard.

The forging table, which was strong enough to withstand several tons of pressure, actually made a teeth-grinding "creak" sound.

The four table legs even sank slightly, pressing cracks into the hard firebricks on the ground.

Because Shen Tian often used it to fight strange beasts.

[Heavenly Sin] has been tainted with a fierce and tyrannical aura.

An aura of malevolence instantly filled the not-so-spacious studio.

Chu Feng, who had been somewhat nonchalant, suddenly had his pupils contract.

Even if they are several meters apart.

He also felt a sense of oppression coming at him.

Chu Feng suddenly stood up and strode to the forging table.

He didn't even care about his aloof persona from before, and reached out to touch the cold blade.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the blade, he recoiled as if he had been electrocuted.

"Deep-sea sunken silver iron essence..."

"The spine of a peak-level, fifth-tier Earth-Splitting Demon Bear..."

"And... is this the coating of extraterrestrial meteorite iron?"

Chu Feng's voice trembled, revealing a surge of excitement.

After a long period of contemplation, he finally came to his senses.

The look in their eyes as they looked at Shen Tian held a hint of suspicion.

"S-rank?"

Does this even need to be looked at?

The material and craftsmanship of this knife would definitely rank in the top ten among all the S-class weapons in the entire Tiangong Division!

Even Gu Jian from Longyuan Martial Arts University can only possess one A-grade weapon.

It stood out from the crowd at Longyuan Martial Arts University.

But compared to the knife in front of me.

Gu Jian's sword was practically a fire poker!

And the owner of this knife...

Chu Feng looked at Shen Tian's overly young, even childish face.

Seventeen years old?

Eighteen years old?

Is this something a young person should own?

"Second Generation Ancestor".

These three words were imprinted on Chu Feng's mind almost instantly.

Aside from the core members of those top families, who else at this age could produce a weapon of this caliber?

Even the garrison commanders of the major cities only use ordinary S-class equipment!

"What a waste of resources."

Chu Feng snorted coldly in his heart.

In his view, Shen Tian, ​​at his age and with his level of cultivation, simply couldn't possibly wield this sword.

This knife alone must weigh at least a thousand pounds!

Can a mere kid lift that?

It's probably just something to carry around for show, used to pick up girls at school or to flaunt one's family background.

Thinking about this...

Chu Feng's initial excitement at seeing the fine knife vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a deeper sense of disgust.

In this era where strange beasts roam freely and human living space is extremely compressed.

Every bit of top-tier resource should be used wisely, and given to the truly powerful individuals fighting on the front lines!

Instead of becoming toys in the hands of these spoiled brats!

"This knife doesn't need repair."

Chu Feng straightened up, put his cold mask back on, and his tone became even harsher than before.

"Its condition is perfect; it doesn't even look like it's seen blood."

"If you just want to get some maintenance done, turn left after you leave and look for that robot."

The implication is clear.

It's covered in thorns.

Zhou Xuan, listening from the side, was terrified, cold sweat streaming down his temples.

Oh, my ancestors!

Can't you speak properly?!

Has this knife never seen blood?

This knife has drunk more beast king's blood in the past few days than you've drunk water in your entire life!

"Xiao Chu, what you're saying..." Zhou Xuan was about to smooth things over.

Shen Tian waved his hand, interrupting Zhou Xuan.

He looked at Chu Feng, not angry at the other's mockery, but instead nodded.

"really."

"It's not enough for me."

"I'd still like to trouble you to upgrade it for me."

Shen Tian reached out and lightly flicked the blade.

hum-

The blade trembled slightly.

"So, I'm not here for skincare."

Shen Tian looked at Chu Feng and said, word by word:

"I want to upgrade."

"upgrade?"

Chu Feng felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He crossed his arms and a mocking smile played on his lips.

Do you know what you're saying?

"This is already an S-rank battle sword!"

"At the level of conventional physics, its performance has already reached the theoretical limit!"

"Even a sixth-tier expert would find this sword more than capable of handling!"

"You're telling me it's not enough for you?"

"You don't necessarily want to upgrade him into a spirit weapon, do you?"

Chu Feng looked at the young man with disdain, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Tian nodded calmly.

Above S-class.

That is a spiritual weapon.

That is a divine weapon that has truly transcended the realm of ordinary weapons, possesses "spirit," and can grow together with its user!

The creation of each spirit weapon requires not only the consumption of precious and rare resources.

It requires a great deal of dedication and effort from a master weapon maker.

The entire Tianyun City.

Only one person can forge spiritual weapons.

That's Master Furukawa!

but……

On what grounds?

How tense is the current situation?

With the battle at the front lines in full swing, Master Guhe is in seclusion every day.

Either they are honing their mental strength.

Either the weapons were to be made by the general to defend the towns and cities on the front lines that truly needed them.

That's for the future of humanity!

Every bit of mental energy, every second of time, is extremely precious!

And now.

A seventeen-year-old spoiled brat ran over, holding an S-class battle sword, and said: I want to turn it into a spirit weapon?

This is more than just ignorance.

That's selfish!

This is a huge waste of public resources!

Chu Feng's anger was burning.

But he did not have an attack.

in contrast.

He suddenly laughed.

His laughter was cold.

"it is good."

"That's a great idea."

Chu Feng nodded, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Since you have this aspiration, then I will grant your wish."

"But let me make this clear from the start."

"The reason why a spirit weapon is called a spirit weapon is because it has a spirit and will choose its master."

"If the user's mental will is not strong enough, forcibly controlling the spiritual weapon will only result in being devoured by the weapon."

Chu Feng looked at Shen Tian, ​​his tone chilling.

"This isn't one of those childish games you play at home."

"Have you thought this through?"

In his view.

How strong can the willpower of a spoiled brat like Shen Tian, ​​who rose to power through resources, be?

Why would someone like that touch a spirit weapon?

That's suicide!

Of course, someone of Master Guhe's caliber would never agree to such an absurd request.

But he wouldn't mind bringing the kid along.

Let Master Guhe give him a thorough dressing-down, and teach him a lesson he won't forget!

This is also a form of education.

A kind of re-education of social waste.

"I know very well."

Shen Tian replied casually.

"OK."

Chu Feng stopped wasting words.

"Take your knife and come with me."