What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The bluestone path under my feet made a slight sound as I walked.

I carried the suitcase and walked to the two black lacquered wooden doors.

Then, I raised my hand, grasped the rusty iron ring, and knocked three times on the heavy wooden door.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

A dull knock echoed through the quiet alley.

Not long after, a series of slightly heavy footsteps came from behind the door.

With a screeching sound from the rusty hinges, the heavy black lacquered wooden door was pulled open a crack.

A gaunt old man appeared behind the door.

He looked to be in his sixties, with gray and messy hair that looked like he hadn't washed it for days.

He was wearing a coarse cloth short jacket that had turned black, and his exposed arms, though thin, had bulging veins.

His muscle definition was as solid as the roots of an old tree, exuding a rugged strength honed through years of blacksmithing.

What's most special about him is his eyes.

Those eyes didn't have the cloudiness of an elderly person; instead, they were as sharp as the tip of a knife that had been repeatedly tempered in a furnace.

It carries a scrutinizing and critical light.

This person must be Shi Cuishan.

"From Jiangcheng?"

Shi Cuishan looked me up and down, his voice carrying a heavy Xiangxi accent, and his tone was completely devoid of any politeness.

"Master Shi, I was introduced by Boss Jin," I replied.

"Stop with all that fluff, come in."

Shi Cuishan yanked open the gate and turned to walk into the courtyard.

As he walked, he said without turning his head:

"Take out your knife and let me check its quality first."

If it's just scrap metal, you might as well go back to where you came from and don't waste my time.

This old man certainly has a very strange temper.

I didn't pay much attention, carrying the alloy case and the guitar bag, and followed him into the yard.

The yard was large, with one side piled high with all sorts of oddly shaped ores and timber.

On the other side, there was a huge shed.

Inside, a extinguished forge could be vaguely seen, and the smell of coke in the air became even stronger.

I walked to the center of the courtyard, placed the alloy case in my hand on the bluestone slab, and then took off the guitar bag from my back.

Unzip it, and there lies the long, jet-black sword, lying quietly inside.

To avoid being deceived, and also to test whether this skinny old man in front of me was really capable.

The moment I gripped the knife handle, a thought flashed through my mind.

Inside the dantian, the round and solid evil pill turned slightly.

A faint aura of malevolence flowed silently through the meridians of my arm and into the black blade.

"Zheng—"

He drew his sword.

The instant the blade completely detached from the guitar case, I deliberately unleashed the power of the black knife.

The once quiet black blade seemed to awaken a ferocious beast, and the fine, dark forging patterns on its surface, resembling ripples on water, instantly came to life.

A massive and chilling aura of bloodlust, carrying with it the resentment accumulated over countless years in the mass grave at the construction site on the outskirts of the city, instantly spread outwards with a deafening roar.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and a thin layer of white frost even formed on the bluestone slabs on the ground.

If an ordinary person were to come into contact with even a little of this malevolent energy, they would either fall seriously ill or have their soul scattered and become an idiot on the spot.

Faced with this terrifying aura, Shi Cuishan not only did not retreat a single step, but his sharp eyes instead burst forth with a fanatical light.

"What a fierce blade! What a domineering aura!"

Shi Cuishan roared, and a terrifyingly hot aura suddenly erupted from his thin body.

He stomped his right foot forward heavily, and the bluestone slabs on the ground made a dull cracking sound.

Immediately afterwards, he swiftly reached out with one hand, a powerful surge of masculine energy flowing from his palm, and pressed it directly onto the back of the black knife without any hesitation.

"laugh--"

The chilling, bloodthirsty energy clashed violently with the fiery, masculine energy.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Cuishan's wrist suddenly twitched, and a strange vibrational force was transmitted through the blade.

The black blade immediately let out a soft, unwilling groan, and then the violent, overflowing murderous aura was as if it had been forcibly pressed back into the blade by a giant, tangible hand.

At the same time, the ripples on the blade returned to calm.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a few seconds.

I watched as Shi Cuishan withdrew his hand, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

This old man not only possessed an absurdly powerful physical body and vital energy, but his special techniques for suppressing and regulating the evil energy of weapons were also unheard of.

This is definitely a top-notch master who has received the true teachings of a master forging expert.

"Indeed, this is a rare and formidable weapon that has developed its own sentience."

Shi Cuishan looked at the black knife, making no attempt to hide the admiration in his eyes.

Then, he turned to look at me, and although his tone was still stiff, there was a clear hint of recognition for the experts in the field.

"You're so young, yet you've managed to tame this ferocious creature so well and unleash its malevolent energy at will. You've got some skill."

"Take your things and come inside with me."

Seeing that I had achieved my goal of testing him, I put the black knife back into my guitar bag.

Then, carrying the alloy box, he followed Shi Cuishan into the inner hall directly opposite.

The interior was dimly lit, and the walls were covered with all sorts of strangely shaped weapons.

There were swords and knives, as well as some strange weapons whose names I couldn't recall.

In the center of the room stood a heavy solid wood octagonal table, on which sat a set of purple clay teaware.

"Where are the materials? Open them and take a look."

Shi Cuishan walked to the table and sat down, pointing to the alloy box in my hand.

I placed the box on the table, entered the password, and the lock clicked open.

As the lid was lifted, a pure, chilling sensation instantly spread out.

Inside the box, two items lay quietly.

It contains cold, malevolent iron and thousand-year-old submerged wood.

Shi Cuishan leaned forward, first picking up the piece of cold iron and weighing it in his hand, feeling the chilling aura emanating from it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, his gaze fell on the thousand-year-old ebony wood, and he reached out to gently stroke the texture of the wood's surface.

"A century-old piece of cold, menacing iron, quite heavy."

What's even more rare is this piece of thousand-year-old submerged wood.

Shi Cuishan commented as he looked at the exhibits.

"This wood has been buried in an extremely yin place for at least a thousand years, and its yin energy is extremely pure and heavy."

Using this pure, extremely yin wood as the lining of the scabbard, and then forging the outer shell and scabbard opening with cold iron, is simply a match made in heaven.

At this point, Shi Cuishan looked up at me and gave his conclusion:

"Your knife has already come to life."

Old man, I can make you a scabbard that combines the functions of gathering and nurturing evil spirits.

When the knife is in its sheath, the ebony can nurture the spirit of the blade, and the cold iron can completely conceal its ferocity, making it look no different from an ordinary piece of iron.

Once the sword is drawn, the accumulated killing intent will erupt instantly, its power increasing to a whole new level.