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On the second floor of a restaurant across the street, the Black-Clad Youth slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "Indeed, not simple!"
The Stern man's face was sharply defined, as if carved from stone, with thin lips that revealed his cold nature.
Unlike Yang Yichen's coldness and darkness, this man exuded a bloodthirsty aura.
The slightly raised corners of his mouth complemented his red lips, which were as bright as fresh blood.
A glint flashed in his eyes; this trip was indeed interesting, perhaps there would be unexpected gains.
"Sir, it might not be so. It looks like an ordinary Blacksmith Shop; what could be special about it?"
Behind the youth stood a man in his thirties, who appeared refined with a Goatee.
"You know nothing. Great talents often hide in plain sight. Look at that blacksmith; his muscles are well-defined and powerful. When he forges iron, it's like flowing water; his strikes are steady and precise, producing flawless results."
"Most importantly, the calluses on his hands are thick and hardened—this is not achieved in a day!"
The middle-aged man understood; indeed, the Sir was perceptive enough to notice so many details.
"You need to learn well!" The youth's voice was icy cold; if there were outsiders present, they would surely freeze into popsicles.
Only the middle-aged man was unafraid of him: "Sir, I don't understand martial arts, so I can't compare to your meticulous observations."
"Hmph!" The youth's cold snort did not bother the middle-aged man, who eagerly followed the youth's gaze. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed impressive for a twenty-year-old blacksmith to be so skilled.
A moment later, the Stern youth turned to go downstairs, and the middle-aged man hurriedly followed.
Forgive him for being a scholar without any strength; why did the Sir have to bring along the weakest person? It felt quite unfair.
The county town was densely populated and bustling. Axi observed several times without noticing anything unusual and felt reassured enough to continue working on his orders.
Until a shadow obscured his vision.
Slowly raising his head, he saw long black boots embroidered with golden patterns. The black robe accentuated the figure's tall stature, with a dark-patterned jade belt at the waist. The sharply defined chin, thin lips, high nose bridge, and cold eyes completed the imposing presence.
The expressionless face of Axi was filled with a murderous aura, a unique sharpness developed over many years.
"Sir, may I ask what you need?" For some reason, the two modified weapons suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Find a secluded place!" The Black-Clad Youth walked towards the backyard as if he were at home.
His demeanor as the master put Axi under significant pressure, but fortunately, he was not an ordinary person.
In the backyard, an Azure Stone Table was placed in the center, surrounded by four stone stools. The pale flowers behind it were clearly not of ordinary variety, indicating a taste beyond that of a typical blacksmith.
The middle-aged man clicked his tongue in amazement; his master was indeed extraordinary and not just an ordinary blacksmith.
"Please have a seat!" The Black-Clad Youth sat down first and naturally picked up the teapot. His graceful tea-making movements were hard to imagine coming from someone bloodthirsty.
Axi felt an inexplicable pressure as he sat down. "May I ask what the guest needs crafted? We have all kinds of pots, farming tools, and molds available. What do you require?"
"Hmph!" The youth sneered, causing Axi's heart to skip a beat.
"The Boss should know that I don't need those!" His confident tone indicated that he recognized Axi was no ordinary person.
"Sir, this is a Blacksmith Shop. If you need something specific, I can try to craft it for you if you have a blueprint." On the surface, he appeared calm and collected, but inside he was stirred by turbulent waves. He was already sixty percent sure that the modified weapons belonged to the person in front of him.
"Stop beating around the bush. Didn't the Boss notice this morning that your items had been tampered with?"
The two-inch gap was a deliberate flaw left by him; otherwise, how could such an obvious loophole exist? If he had been careless, he would have died countless times by now.
"Thump!" Axi could clearly hear his own heartbeat; his hands clenched tightly under the stone table. Indeed, it was him who had tampered with the swords last night.
"Those are just my personal interests and are not for sale! If the guest wants something else, I am willing to assist."
"I want those two items—one thousand each!"
"Sir, we don't have those here."
"The price is good!" The young man interrupted Axi's words. "You set the terms."
"But," what a huge profit! So much money! It's hard to refuse.
"Once the deal is done, aside from the original price, I'll give you ten thousand taels as thanks, and there will be future cooperation!"
Gulldong exclaimed, "That's several tens of thousands of taels! Those pots and pans are nothing compared to that profit!"
But what comes next? What comes next? What should they do next?
The two were in constant conflict; the person across from them was no ordinary individual and shouldn't be easily provoked.
On the other hand, the potential profit was unprecedented.
No, the master had instructed that those items could not be sold.
Why not? It's all about making money! Making money! Otherwise, what's the point of forging so many weapons?
As they battled it out, Axi's palms were sweating. "How about this: give me some time to consider, and I’ll provide you with an answer by this time tomorrow."
"I hope for good news. Don't let me down."
With that, the Black-Clad Youth stood up to leave. The middle-aged man shouted, "Sir, please take your time! I'm struggling to keep up!"
Alright then, although Axi had experienced many storms, he had a fatal weakness: greed. He couldn't move when he saw silver coins.
Moreover, forging weapons relied on his own hands; he simply couldn't refuse.
Abei rushed out from inside the house. "Brother Xi! Brother Xi! What's going on? Is it a big order?"
Learning from whom and acting like what, Abei was just a young person whose eyes lit up at the sight of money.
"Ah? Look!" The young man pointed at the teacup on the table.
The steaming cup embedded itself into the stone table without a trace of damage.
With great effort, it was pulled out, leaving only residual heat.
"This person is incredible; this isn't something an ordinary person's inner strength can achieve."
"Enough with the admiration; hurry up and inform the master about what's happening here." Axi snatched the teacup from the boy's hand, examining it closely, his pupils constricting and his heartbeat quickening.
Perhaps this time, this person truly is a big trouble, sigh!
"Really, if only I had done this sooner, I knew I should have informed the master."
"Are you going or not?" Axi kicked out with his strong leg.
Abei jumped aside like a rabbit. "I'm going, I'm going! Just how impressive you are, hmph!"
That's how it is, but still, it's time to get down to business. He shook off several people who had been secretly following him along the way and touched his nose. "If you want to follow me, you're too inexperienced!"
With that, he boldly opened his folding fan and strode forward like a dashing young master.
Until he entered a secluded alley, he quickly darted aside and vanished. Upon closer inspection, he had already appeared in a tranquil courtyard.
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