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But..,

The final fate of these swords..,

Most of them were thrown into the warehouse by Sanjō Munechika to collect dust..,

Those that were forged with painstaking effort..,

The swords that were admired and pursued by many people. To Sanjō Munechika..,

They were just scrap iron that could be casually thrown away.

— — Not enough, not enough!

Sanjō Munechika was searching for a sword, a peerless sword that could truly be crowned with the title of "Sanjō"!

This sword..,

Once it was born, it should be a mountain and a river..,

An eternal sound!

It should be a peerless treasure that would leave a mark in history and be passed down for thousands of years!

And such a sword..,

Today, it should be here!

Sanjō Munechika looked at the blazing flames in the knife furnace. The scarlet flames reflected his flushed face due to excitement.

The scorching high temperature brought endless sweat. Sanjō Munechika felt as if he had been fished out of the water.

What was even more unbearable was the burning pain brought by the high temperature. It was so fierce that it felt like it was going to burn his skin, flesh, bones, and blood.

However, even so, Sanjō Munechika did not move away from the knife furnace at all.

— — Time was up.

Sanjō Munechika carefully took out the odachi that had already been formed in the knife furnace, and then put it into the water to quickly cool down. This was the last step of forging the knife, quenching.

On one hand, it could make the sword harder and sharper,

On the other hand, it could make the blade produce beautiful patterns.

This step had very high technical requirements,

After more than three months of painstaking effort..,

Whether it was success or failure, it all depended on this moment!

No one would believe that this talented swordsmith, who had been pursued by countless samurai nobles at a young age, was now like a young boy who was forging a knife for the first time, so nervous that his hands were trembling.

"Ci …"

White mist rose from the water where the odachi was soaked. For a moment, the mist made it difficult to see clearly.

Then, in the next moment..

The sky suddenly darkened!

Just a moment ago, it was still noon. The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the sunlight was glaring.

However, in the next instant, a strange phenomenon occurred. The world suddenly plunged into darkness, as if someone had covered the sky with a layer of darkness.

In the forging room, which had been brightly lit just a moment ago, only the flame of the knife furnace was left illuminating the world.

This was just like the legendary Heavenly Dog eating the sun!

Sanjō Munechika heard the sudden explosion of voices and footsteps outside the forging room, mixed with the sound of things being overturned. He could imagine the chaos outside.

Panicked and frightened, the servants of the three manors hurriedly lit the lanterns. Then, holding candles or lanterns, they groped their way to the forging room in the dark.

The servants wanted to break into the forging room, but they remembered that their master had warned them not to disturb him, so they could only suppress their uneasiness and fearfully knocked on the wooden door. "Lord Sanjō!

Lord Sanjo, are you alright? "

There was no reply from the other side of the door. The servants' hearts sank. Could it be that Lord Sanjo …

"Bang!"

The servants, who were worried about their master's safety, broke the door open and rushed in. Then, they were all shocked speechless by the scene in the room.

In the empty forging room, there was a knife floating quietly.

The knife was covered with a layer of golden light, and under the reflection of the flame of the knife furnace, it was as brilliant as the sun.

Then, in the next moment, the light around the Odachi suddenly became extremely bright, like a second sun rising from the ground!

In the golden light, everyone saw a blurry figure appear beside the Odachi — —

The person's face was blurred in the extreme light, and only a pair of golden eyes suddenly looked over.

It was a pair of eyes that couldn't be described with words. When you looked at those eyes, it was like seeing the sun rise from the dawn of hope, gradually to the scorching noon, and then into the dim dusk.

From light gold to bright gold, and then to pure gold, the world's most unreachable tomorrow rose in front of you!

The figure in the light gently raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the Odachi.

Then, as if he was waving his arm, the figure suddenly held the sword and suddenly slashed towards the dark sky!

A crack appeared in the sky as if someone had torn it apart out of thin air. Immediately after, a sliver of sunlight seeped through the crack created by the sword and saber. Then, the crack grew bigger and bigger. In the end, thousands of rays of light poured down like a tidal wave, as if wanting to smash the entire world into pieces.

The darkness retreated, and the sun returned.

The people who witnessed this scene were speechless for a while, as if they had lost their souls, they stared at the figure holding the Odachi in the air.

In the end, Sanjō Munechika, who was standing in front of the Odachi, finally recovered from the shock. He looked up at the figure holding the Odachi, like an artist who was devoutly worshipping his masterpiece, his eyes full of obsession and enthusiasm.

"When you appear, even the sun has to avoid the sharp edge … You are, Sanjō Munechika's masterpiece in this life, the Odachi, Jinjian!"

— The name is a curse.

As soon as the Bladesmith finished his sentence, the shadow in the air suddenly solidified.

The man with long silver hair had a beautiful face that did not belong to this world, and his golden eyes seemed to contain the brilliance of the sun.

He was wearing luxurious clothes, the colors were gray, red, blue and gold, with armor on his shoulders and waist, and two golden rings on his left ankle.

He held a Odachi in his hand, and the blade reflected a cold light, the blade was sharp, and the aura of the sword was threatening.

The man with the sun-like eyes blinked gently, and his thick eyelashes were like fluttering butterflies.

His eyes swept across the people in front of him, and everyone who was glanced at by those particularly moving eyes couldn't help but straighten their bodies, as if they were devout believers who were worshipping God.

Finally, he descended from the air and walked in front of Sanjō Munechika.

Under Sōjō Sōjō's nervous and expectant gaze, the man leisurely lowered his eyes. His voice was as clear and pleasant as the spring water. "… Father."

Sanjō Munechika was so excited that his face turned red, "Good, good, good!

Good child, I am your forger, Sanjō Munechika. "

As soon as Sanjō Munechika saw this man for the first time, his intuition as a creator told him that this was the Fu Mourning God that was born from the sword.

It was said that if an item was left for a long time and absorbed enough spiritual energy and emotion, it would give birth to a Fu Mourning God.

And the Jinjian had just been forged, and he already had a Fu Mourning God … Could it be that the eight million gods heard his prayers and gave him a blessing?

…

"Oh?

Sanjō Munechika's residence is really lively today! "

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and then a Yin-Yang Master holding a bat fan slowly walked in from outside the door and said with a smile.

"You're … Haruaki Abe -sama?"

Sanjō Munechika looked at the uninvited Yin-Yang Master and was very surprised. This was a Great Yin-Yang Master who had saved the capital several times and was at the peak of Yin-Yang Mastery. Even he, who had always focused on forging swords, had heard of him.

"Yes … It is indeed this one."

The handsome Yin-Yang Master slightly narrowed his eyes with red eye makeup and opened the bat fan in his hand to cover the fox-like smile on his face.

Sanjō Munechika asked, "May I ask why Haruaki -sama has come?"

Faced with such a question, the Yin-Yang Master simply smiled and didn't say anything.

Rather than saying that he was pretending to be mysterious, it would be more accurate to say that he was doing it out of bad taste.

Haruaki Abe didn't pay attention to the others and looked behind them.

He had already felt this pure and dazzling spiritual energy when he arrived.

Then, let's take a look, what is this …

The silver-haired Yin-Yang Master slowly raised his eyes and was caught off guard by a pair of eyes that were as bright as the sun.

At this moment, all the sounds in the world faded away and the scenery became hazy. The only thing left in the Yin-Yang Master's eyes was the Fu Mourning God's face that didn't belong to this world.

"… This is truly a peerless beauty in the world …"

After a short while, the Yin-Yang Master sighed as if he was sleep-talking.

"Haruaki -sama, Jinjian is the newly born Fu Mourning God. He's not some demon that needs to be eradicated!"

Sanjō Munechika hurriedly explained to the Yin-Yang Master while standing in front of the Fu Mourning God with a protective look.

The Yin-Yang Master came back to his senses and covered his mouth with his sleeve. His eyes were even more beautiful because of the amazement from before. "Hey, Sanjō -sama, there's no need to be so nervous. I can tell the difference."

Sanjō Munechika: "Then, Haruaki -sama wants to …"

"Well, it's actually because I've divined that an old friend will be visiting here soon."

The Yin-Yang Master seemed to be in a good mood and winked slyly. The smile on his lips suddenly became meaningful.

Haruaki -sama's old friend?

Sanjō Munechika was stunned for a moment.

As a sword forger who scrupulously abided by his duties, Yin-Yang Masters and demons were far from his reach.

In his limited life, he never thought that he would one day have a relationship with such an existence.

However, the Yin-Yang Master didn't seem to be faking it, so Sanjō Munechika's expression became serious and he was about to ask for more details.

But at this moment, Haruaki Abe suddenly closed the bat fan in his hand.

He suddenly raised his head and looked out the window. His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's here."

These ambiguous words were like the omen of an impending storm.

Pitch-black crow feathers suddenly floated down from the sky. A powerful demonic aura that made one tremble was approaching at an extremely terrifying speed.

The newcomer didn't seem to have the slightest intention of restraining himself. The unbridled pressure released made the air restless.

The surrounding wind that was originally gentle and silent suddenly flowed and surged, faintly turning into a sharp blade.

And in a place where ordinary people couldn't see, the little demons that were originally living in various corners of the mansion fled in panic because of the sudden aura.

They didn't stop and hid themselves in deeper corners. Then, like a group of pitiful little demons, they huddled together and trembled.

Ordinary people naturally didn't know as much as the demons, but although they didn't know the identity of the newcomer, they felt an inexplicable uneasiness and panic.

It was a keen human instinct that constantly warned them to flee.

Time suddenly became exceptionally long. Under this overwhelming pressure, every minute and every second became particularly torturous.