strictlysupreme Chapter 417 Heavenly Forging Hammer Likes Purity
Chapter 417 Heavenly Forging Hammer Likes Purity
The night at Jinyue Lake was gentle, and the cool, bright moonlight slanted in through the wide-open door, staining the hem of the woman's black skirt.
Xue Lan walked into the courtyard under the moonlight. Under the cool and bright moonlight, the large reed beds not far away rippled gently with the night breeze, making a soft rustling sound.
The inner demon spoke coldly within Xue Lan's sea of consciousness:
"Now we do know that person's identity, but he is, after all, the Lin family's eldest elder."
"It won't be easy to get him to come to justice."
Xue Lan had always known that the inner demon's thoughts were always rather negative.
Normally, Xue Lan would have already started mocking her, but this time Xue Lan remained silent.
Lin Qi's identity is indeed a problem.
A gentle breeze swept through the reeds not far away, causing them to bend neatly to one side.
The inner demon couldn't stand Xue Lan's silence any longer: "Are you not going to speak because you want me to deal with him?"
Xue Lan then spoke softly, her voice even lighter than the night breeze over Jin Yue Lake:
"Not urgent."
"I need to think carefully about how Lin Qi died."
A point of white light appeared in the woman's hand:
"The most important thing right now is to break through the boundaries."
After saying this, Xue Lan's figure disappeared from the spot.
Jinyue Lake remains as beautiful and serene as ever.
It was as if Xue Lan had never been there at all.
Master Nie was guarding Su Jun Sword outside when suddenly a stream of magical light flowed around him, and Xue Lan appeared in mid-air, landing gently on the ground like an elegant black butterfly.
As soon as she landed on the ground, the woman met Master Nie's somewhat eager gaze.
It felt as if it were burning through her brow.
The woman's voice was somewhat hoarse: "Senior Nie, you... you've been waiting for me here all this time?"
Nie Jing blew on his beard: "Otherwise what?"
Xue Lan strongly suspected that this master was lying in ambush here to kill her.
Thinking of this, she quickly cleared her throat: "I didn't say that."
Nie Jing was somewhat skeptical: "You didn't say a single word?"
Xue Lan nodded: "What do you take me for? I, the chief of the Wolf Clan, keep my word and never lie."
Nie Jing pointed upwards: "Swear it."
Xue Lan glanced at the sky above the Myriad Crafts Workshop Secret Realm, gritted her teeth, and raised three fingers:
"I, Xue Lan, swear that if I ever speak ill of Nie Jing in front of Miss Lü Su, may I be struck by lightning."
After the oath was completed, a stick of incense burned out, and the sky was calm and clear, without any unusual phenomena.
Master Nie Jing smiled, his smile as bright as an old chrysanthemum: "I thank you for not holding it against me, Master. It is truly my fortune that Wan Gong Fang was able to find you at this critical moment of life and death."
Xue Lan scanned the man with her divine sense and began to regret letting him turn back.
Although the boy's appearance was a bit off-putting, he was still good-looking!
A fake smile appeared on Xue Lan's face as well. After exchanging pleasantries with Nie Jing for a quarter of an hour, she finally took the opportunity to speak:
"Senior Nie, I've always wanted to know, what kind of temperament did the spirit of the forging hammer have that day?"
"Was it a bit inappropriate for me to put Lin Su and Xue Tong into the secret realm she created?"
Nie Jing, thoroughly fooled by Xue Lan, now stroked his beard and spoke smugly:
"If you're asking about this artifact spirit, you should actually be looking for Senior Wang."
Xue Lan knew that the Senior Wang that Nie Jing mentioned was Wang Jingchun, whom she had met before, so the woman tentatively asked, "Then should I go and ask Senior Wang?"
Nie Jing waved his hand: "No need, I can tell you."
Nie Jing's voice was calm and gentle, like that of an old teacher, completely different from when he scolded Xue Lan earlier.
"Senior Wang Jingchun comes from the ancient weapon-forging sect, Tianduanlou, which dates back eight thousand years."
"And this Heavenly Forging Hammer is the lifeblood of the Heavenly Forging Tower."
"This senior has been asleep for most of the past thousand years. The last time he awoke was more than six hundred years ago when the demons tried to take over the Wan Gong Fang."
Nie Jing lowered his voice slightly: "The sect leader asked what this senior's temperament is like, and I can tell you directly."
"She can't tolerate even the slightest imperfection."
After saying this, Nie Jing looked into Xue Lan's eyes and asked:
"What is Lin Su's state of mind like? Is he pure enough?"
Xue Lan was overjoyed: "Pure, so pure. Without a trace of guile."
"He's not just naive, he's a complete idiot!" the inner demon sighed in Xue Lan's mind.
Nie Jing clapped his hands: "Then there should be no problem. Wan Gong Fang doesn't have much time left. That senior shouldn't make things too difficult for him."
The old man spoke thus, unaware that within the secret realm of the Heavenly Forging Hammer, a muscular young man was forging iron in front of a blazing furnace.
Sparks flew as the red-hot iron block was hammered, causing the eunuchs serving the young man to instinctively flinch.
During the brief pause in the young man's movements, the eunuch with the shrill voice walked up behind him:
"My lord, the First Prince and the Second Prince are about to fight outside, and you still have the leisure to forge iron here?"
Upon hearing this, the young blacksmith slowly turned around. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a strong physique.
It was Lin Su who was placed in the secret realm.
His current identity is that of the third son of the old emperor of the Great Yu Dynasty.
The eunuch behind him was Huo Chen, a trusted confidant left to him by his mother before her death.
Lin Su placed the iron block, which he had hammered for a while, into the water vat, listening to the hissing sound of water and fire colliding.
The young man spoke casually, showing no empathy whatsoever for Huo Chen's anxiety behind him.
"I was wounded on the western battlefield and was carried back by my father. I have no connections in the capital."
"What can I possibly use to get involved?"
Huo Chen's face immediately crumpled, and the young man silently repeated in his heart, "I'm sorry, Consort Qi."
After repeating it to himself three times, Huo Chen spoke again:
"But even so, Your Highness, you can't stay here forever. The gifts from the two princes will soon flood the Prince Qing's residence. We servants have no other choice."
After saying that, he stood there with his neck stiff, waiting to die.
"What are you doing? My sword isn't finished yet, I don't have time to cut you."
Lin Su put the half-hammered iron block back into the furnace, and after thinking for a long time, he gave him a solution:
"Pack everything up first. If you can't keep it, sell it secretly on the black market for cash. Once my sword is finished, I'll take the entire Prince Qing's mansion to the west and let those two cause trouble."
Huo Chen was utterly despondent. The young man pounded his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "Your Highness, aren't you being a little too naive?"
Lin Su didn't take it seriously: "Yes, many people have said that."
"Go on, you're just standing here making noise and scaring us." Lin Su said impatiently.
Huo Chen glanced at Lin Su, then left dejectedly.
As soon as the young man left, and the shrill voices of persuasion disappeared, Lin Su felt refreshed and invigorated.
However, the next moment, Lin Su heard Huo Chen's voice again:
"Your Highness!"
Huo Chen appeared at the door, panting, his voice tinged with fear:
"The Sixth Prince has arrived!"
Lin Su was somewhat puzzled.
Didn't we say before that the old emperor only had four sons and one princess? Where did this sixth prince come from?
"Your Highness, run!"
"If the Sixth Prince knew that you were doing these things every day..."
Seeing Lin Su standing there in a daze, Huo Chen couldn't help but come in and nudge him.
However, Prince Qing was tall and imposing, far beyond his ability to challenge.
As he was shoving, a figure in magenta had already reached the doorway.
Lin Su's eyes widened slightly as he looked at the girl in palace attire standing before the door:
"How did you get in?"