Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

However, in the instant of retreating and losing strength, Qiaotiangong demonstrated the essence of "skill" in his swordsmanship!

With an incredibly flexible twist of her wrist, she used the momentum to deflect the force, and the Tiger Tail Spring Ice Sword drew a smooth arc. The sword trembled slightly, creating layers upon layers of sword energy ripples, like waves on water!

"One wave sets off a thousand waves!"

Wave after wave of dense and sharp sword waves surged towards Ye Jinming, who had not yet fully gained his footing, with each wave pushing the previous one forward and layering upon each other, multiplying their power.

Faced with this exquisite single-edged sword technique, Ye Jinming was overjoyed. He didn't choose to directly confront the layers of sword waves, but instead did something unexpected just before the sword waves reached his body—

Sheathe your sword!

The longsword, Jinghong, emitted a soft hum and returned with perfect precision to its scabbard on the shoulder.

Just as the sword was fully sheathed, his aura suddenly changed, as if all swords had become one, and his essence, energy, and spirit instantly condensed into a single point.

It was created by a descendant of the Flowing Light Sword Technique after it was combined with the Nine-Nine Return to One Sword. The predecessor arrived first, and the strengths were cut short, resulting in victory in every battle!

The next moment, Ye Jinming seized the opportunity and instantly drew his sword.

"Splash..."

The clash of ultimate moves was like a mirror shattering, with layers upon layers of sword waves dissipating in response!

Qiaotiangong felt her sword momentum falter, as an incomparably sharp sword intent broke through all the variations in her swordsmanship and pointed directly at her vital point in the chest!

She could even feel the cool touch of the invisible sword intent on her skin.

Upon closer inspection, Ye Jinming was already within arm's reach, the tip of the Jinghong Sword resting steadily in front of her heart.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

From the ingenious changes in technique to Ye Jinming sheathing his sword, focusing his intent, breaking the move, and closing in, the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

"What a fast sword!" Qiaotiangong exclaimed in slight surprise, her red lips slightly parted.

She never expected that her signature skillful single-stroke variation, which made her famous, would be defeated so decisively before she could even fully unleash its potential.

The opponent seemed to have completely seen through the rhythm and core of her swordplay.

"You flatter me." Ye Jinming smiled slightly, flipped his wrist, and sheathed the Jinghong Sword. He stood with his hands behind his back, his demeanor calm and composed, knowing when to stop while he was ahead.

To be honest, Furong Casting Master's skillful craftsmanship is actually quite impressive.

The Single-Edge Sword Technique does have its unique aspects; otherwise, the Master Craftsman wouldn't have been able to easily defeat the formidable Chaotic Blade. (The Chaotic Blade knew how to unleash his full power. The Single-Edge Ancestor boasted for a long time, but in the end, he was just a clown.)

Just as Ye Jinming sheathed his sword, by sheer coincidence, Qiao Tiangong's clothing ripped open, revealing a perfectly timed glimpse of holy light...

"You pervert!" Qiaotiangong's face turned red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..." Ye Jinming quickly waved his hand to indicate that he did not mean it.

Unfortunately, Qiaotiangong did not approve and struck Ye Jinming with a palm.

(I was going to slap him, but Ye Jinming reacted too quickly and dodged.)

After a long chase, Qiaotiangong changed his clothes first.

Instead of teaching the other party a lesson, they ended up being taken advantage of.

Qiaotiangong wasn't in a good mood. He rolled his eyes at Ye Jinming, who was trembling beside him, and said, "Hmph!"

Although somewhat displeased, there was less anger and more scrutiny and curiosity in his eyes.

There are few people in the martial arts world who can break her clever single-edged sword so cleanly and efficiently.

Then, the forger, Furong, spoke up and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to forge?"

Ye Jinming's smile deepened, knowing that the main topic was about to be discussed.

He then activated his true essence, and a deep purple light emerged from in front of him, quickly spreading outwards.

Amidst the purple light, space slightly distorted, and a giant sword with an ancient design slowly emerged—it was none other than Mo Kuang!

However, at this moment, Mo Kuang's sword had many cracks on its blade.

"This sword..." Qiaotiangong's previously nonchalant gaze suddenly froze the moment Mo Kuang appeared.

As a top-notch blacksmith, her perception of weapons far surpasses that of ordinary people.

She keenly sensed the sword's extraordinary nature—it was forged using a completely new system, containing an unusual and terrifying power.

She involuntarily stepped forward, extended her slender hand, and instead of grasping the hilt directly, she hovered it above the blade and gently stroked it.

Even though my fingertips didn't touch the sword, I could almost feel the faint vibrations and spiritual energy emanating from it.

"The material is neither gold nor jade, resembling stone and iron, yet it is a unified whole, containing a peculiar power and restriction?" Qiaotiangong murmured to himself, his fingertip finally gently touching the vicinity of the crack.

She looked up at Ye Jinming, her eyes filled with curiosity: "What kind of material is this?"

Seeing Fu Nu's reaction, Ye Jinming felt somewhat ashamed. It seemed that this unique forging system was very attractive to forging masters.

Unfortunately, it seems there are no royal bones in the Bitter Realm; what she sees before her is the only one of its kind!

"This sword is..."

After briefly explaining Mo Kuang's condition to Qiao Tiangong, Ye Jinming asked, "How is it? Is there any way to repair or reinforce it?"

"Hmm?" Qiaotiangong circled the sword twice, then shook his head. "Don't rush, this sword is too special; I need to think about it carefully!"

Nightfall: ...

.........

The next day, in the Green Stem Wonderland.

Furong Zhuke lay on the sable recliner, leisurely reading a novel.

Meanwhile, in the center, the furnace was burning brightly.

The person tending the fire was none other than Ye Jinming, who looked utterly speechless.

As Fu watched, she chuckled, "This is so interesting!"

While reading, her gaze would occasionally drift to the figure beside her who was tempering his true essence.

You must know that she is Furong Zhuke, and she is always the one who teases others. She would never let anyone suffer a loss. So, making Ye Jinming start the fire is her little act of revenge using her privilege.

Hearing her unrestrained laughter, Ye Jinming finally couldn't hold back any longer and said irritably, "Fu Nu, you wouldn't be deliberately retaliating because I slightly defeated you, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Qiaotiangong's eyes widened immediately, her innocent expression instantly intensifying. She even exaggeratedly covered her slightly parted red lips with her hand, as if she had heard some heinous injustice: "Oh dear! Young Master Ye! How could you think of me like that?"

"Repairing a divine weapon is a matter of great importance, and every step must be taken with care! Preheating the furnace is a crucial and indispensable part of the sword-forging process! I sent you here because I trust your abilities! How can you call it revenge?"

"Hehe..." Ye Jinming looked at Qiaotian Gong's pretentious manner and chuckled.

Boomerang returned!

Seemingly understanding Ye Jinming's sarcasm, Qiao Tiangong lowered his hand, puffed out his chest, and tried to put on a serious and upright expression, but the cunning and smugness in his eyes, which he could hardly hide, could not be concealed.

"Besides, am I the kind of petty person who seeks revenge? Young Master Ye, you can't slander someone's innocence out of thin air!"

Ye Jinming shook his head as he watched her dramatic and affected act.

He finally understood; this Furong Zhuke was indeed as eccentric, unruly, and quick-witted as the rumors suggested.

No wonder people say you shouldn't offend a woman easily.

"Alright, alright, I was being petty and judging you by my own standards." Ye Jinming cupped his hands, feigning defeat. "Then, how much should it be heated?"

Seeing that Ye Jinming had softened his stance, Qiao Tiangong finally felt a small sense of vengeful satisfaction. He raised his chin slightly, looking just like a proud peacock: "That depends on my mood."