60% of the purchase ratio was not enough.

Every step was extremely meticulous. If there was a slight mistake,

Even if the blade broke,

Everything would be for naught.

Forging a blade required not only knowledge and skill, but also luck.

Sanjō Munechika was a swordsmith,

Before today, he had successfully smithed many sabers and swords.

However, the final outcome of these swords..,

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

Those swords that had been painstakingly forged, admired and chased by many people..,

To Sanjō Munechika..,

Were just scrap iron that could be casually thrown away.

— — Not enough,

It was not enough!

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

Once this blade was born, it should be able to shake the mountains and rivers,

It should be the only sound in history!

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

And such a blade..,

Today..,

Should come!

Sanjou Munechika looked at the blazing flames in the knife furnace. The scarlet flames reflected off his face, which was flushed red from 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 caused by the high temperature,

It was so fierce that it seemed as if it was going to burn his skin, flesh, bones, and blood.

However..,

Even so..,

Sanjō Munechika did not move away from the knife furnace.

— — 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, and on the other hand, it could make the blade produce beautiful patterns.

This step had a very high technical requirement. After more than three months of painstaking effort, success or failure 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 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, it was so misty that people couldn't see clearly.

Then, in the next moment —

The sky suddenly turned dark!

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 the door.

Panicked and frightened, the servants of the three manors hurriedly lit up the lanterns. Then, with candles or lanterns in hand, 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 Sanjō, are you alright? "

There was no answer from inside the door. The servants' hearts sank. Lord Sanjō, could it be …

"Bang —"

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

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

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 faint 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 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 sky.

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

"When you appeared, even the sun had to avoid your sharp edge … You are, Sanjō Munechika's, one and only masterpiece in my life — 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 light of the sun.

He was dressed in luxurious clothes, with gray, red, blue, and gold colors. He wore armor on his shoulders and waist, and two golden rings on his left ankle.

He held a odachi in his hand, and the body of the odachi 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, his thick eyelashes fluttering like 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 their god.

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

Under Sōjō Sōjō's anxious, expectant gaze, the man leisurely lowered his eyes. His voice was as clear and pleasant as a cool spring. "… 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 prayer and gave him a gift?

…

"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 seemed to fade away and all the scenery became hazy. In the Yin-Yang Master's eyes, there was only Fu Mourning God's face that didn't belong to the mortal 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 a 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 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 just now, "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.

And 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 words were ambiguous, like the omen of a storm.

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

The person 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 that ordinary people couldn't see, the little demons that were originally living in various corners of this mansion fled in panic because of the sudden aura.

They didn't stop to hide themselves in deeper corners. Then, like a group of pitiful little things, 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 person who came, they also felt 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.

After a while, the surging wind finally calmed down.

At the same time, a young man appeared in front of everyone.

This young man's appearance was so sudden that no one saw how he came.

But when people saw his handsome face that clearly didn't belong to a human and the slowly folding wings on his back, all the unnaturalness seemed to have a completely reasonable explanation.

— He was a demon, and he was definitely an extremely powerful demon.

As if to confirm everyone's guess, Haruaki Abe looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in the room. His gaze revealed that he had expected this.

Then, his thin lips opened slightly and said a name that was enough to shake Pingan Jing.

"As expected, you came, Daitengu."

The silver-haired young man with the wings on his back glanced at the Yin Yang Master indifferently. His voice was as cold as ice. "It's you again, Haruaki Abe."

Daitengu's tone was cold, but everyone inexplicably felt the disdain in it.

Haruaki Abe wasn't affected in the slightest.

His expression was calm as he unfurled the bat fan in his hand. His voice, half-hidden under the fan, was somewhat low and deep. "As a legendary great demon, to appear in the capital with such great fanfare … you should know what kind of effect this will bring."

Daitengu coldly snorted when he heard this. He slightly raised his chin, revealing a cold arrogance. "So what? What do human matters have to do with me?

Or is it that … "

The wings on Daitengu's back unfolded slightly, stirring up a wind that disturbed the current calm. There was an oppressive danger surging within. "Or is it that … you plan to get in my way?"

"Well … it's really hard to say."

Haruaki Abe's gaze seemed to sharpen for a moment, and then it recovered its initial elegance and calmness. "But first, I'm still rather curious — what is your purpose in coming this time?"