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This was the reason why grand master refiners were so respected by various major powers. Once a grand master refiner successfully crafted a Holy weapon, his status on Northern Island could skyrocket overnight.

Fang Zhongjian and Lu Tianwei had somehow offended a grand master refiner, and Master Tie wanted to laugh. He actually did laugh out loud, startling everyone there.

Lu Tianwei’s expression was as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly. Seeing everyone’s schadenfreude gaze, he felt as if a herd of alpacas were running wild in his heart. These people didn’t know that this wasn’t the first time he had offended Yang Zhen.

No, it wasn’t Lu Tianwei who had offended Yang Zhen. It was Yang Zhen, the troublemaker, who had provoked him. Lu wasn’t anything but a bit arrogant, he hadn’t done anything to provoke that bastard Yang Zhen. It was Yang Zhen, who loved stirring up trouble, who had provoked him.

At this moment, besides being full of anger, Lu Tianwei also felt wronged. Yang Zhen was like the most villainous person in the world who caused trouble wherever he went, and it was impossible not to provoke him. If you were even slightly arrogant or showed any pride, you would definitely get into a conflict with this bastard.

Must be incompatible, it definitely must be a matter of incompatible characters.

Lu Tianwei looked at Yang Zhen with complicated feelings. He really didn’t know what kind of person could be friends with him. Previously he thought that offending such a person wasn’t a big deal, he was just someone with some luck and talent. But now it seemed completely different. This man, even if placed in the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land or the Heavenly Snow Sacred Land, would be a highly noticeable figure.

A grand master refiner of the Tribulation Crossing Period who had sudden enlightenment and broke through to the Heavenly Realm, with incredibly high talent and monstrous luck. Lu Tianwei started to doubt his life. How could such a person exist in this world and why hadn’t heaven already struck him down?

Boom—!

A deafening noise rang out. Everyone came back to their senses, looked at Yang Zhen with horror on their faces.

The giant hammer in Yang Zhen’s hand heavily landed on the Great Missing Sword. No one knew why, with such a massive force, the entire teahouse wasn’t shattered.

Rumble—!

Huge waves of energy exploded from the Great Missing Sword. Along with the thunderous roar, a pitch-black shadow shot into the sky, and collided with the sky thunders in a grand spectacle. The wild phenomena covered the entire sky. Thunder rolled amidst the heavenly hymn that echoed continuously.

This kind of terrifying phenomenon could only occur during the refining of a holy weapon.

The entire city was almost boiling over. Countless practitioners rushed over madly, all surrounding the teahouse.

Many powerful practitioners, relying on their high cultivation, physically pulled other practitioners out of the way and walked into the teahouse. If they weren’t afraid of offending the refining master inside, they might have torn down the building.

This was the live scene of refining a holy weapon. The people inside the teahouse were indeed very lucky, weren’t they?

Everyone inside the teahouse was utterly excited. Master Tie’s eyes had not blinked at all; he was staring fixedly at the giant hammer in Yang Zhen’s hand.

Everyone could see that Yang Zhen’s hammer technique was not simple. The hammer hit faster and harder time after time, and the force was perfectly absorbed by the Great Missing Sword. Continual hammering sounds rang out, and one side of the Great Missing Sword had almost perfectly merged together.

When Yang Zhen’s final hammer landed heavily on the Great Missing Sword, the roaring sound from the Great Missing Sword was buzzingly deafening. Everyone felt as if they were facing a terrifyingly enraged beast.

At this point, Yang Zhen flipped over the Great Missing Sword. After layering it with the melted material from the Unblemished Sword, he raised his hammer again!

Clank! Clank! Clank!

There was that continual hammering again, driving the crowd into a fever of excitement.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed, “Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique, this is the Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique.”

“What’s the Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique?” Master Tie turned his head abruptly and asked dismissively.

This man’s expression was fanatic. Seeing that everyone’s gaze was concentrated on him, he instinctively took a sharp intake of breath and explained, “This is the Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique, an extremely rare yet powerful weapon-forging method. I happened to hear about it unintentionally on a small island in the East Sea named Donglin Island.”

On hearing this man’s explanation, everyone’s gaze started to look peculiar.

“On the three islands in East Sea, there was a master craftsman who excelled in weapon forging despite having no cultivation. Astonishingly, he could forge sacred weapons and was reportedly invited by a respected gentleman from Turtle Serpent Island to the same island to become an unmatched grandmaster there. He was greatly esteemed. I also heard that this Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique was taught to him by his kind mentor. He personally witnessed the mentor’s on-site comprehension of the Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique. Unexpectedly, I am so fortunate today to witness the legendary Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique in Northern Island.”

“Could this Yang Dianfeng actually be that grandmaster’s apprentice?”

“No, it cannot be. Yang Dianfeng’s Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique is even more powerful than the hammer technique of the grandmaster in the legend. There is only one possibility: that mentor must have not just one apprentice; Yang Dianfeng is likely another disciple of him.”

The crowd gasped, gazing uncertainly at Yang Zhen.

Lu Tianwei looked even worse. He originally thought Yang Zhen was just a lucky rogue practitioner, but it turned out that he actually had a significant lineage, and behind him was another apprentice of the grandmaster.

This… this was a bit troublesome.

Lu Tianwei looked at Yang Zhen, full of suspicion and uncertainty. Little did he know, Yang Zhen was the mentor mentioned by the grand master.

The Chaotic Cyclone Hammer Technique was a name casually given by Yang Zhen based on a famous name well-known on his home planet.

Boom—!

The final blow of Yang Zhen landed on the Great Missing Sword. The sword instantly shone brilliantly. The spectacular radiance shot up into the sky where the Evil Shadow Black Glutton looked lifelike, roaring in the sky. Between heaven and earth, torrents of furious thunder rushed from every direction and exploded with a bang.

The weapon was finished!

A spectrum of colors burst in the sky covering the entire tea house.

Everyone was shocked. Yang Zhen’s hammering had stopped, clearly already finishing weapon forging. However, the celestial phenomenon in the sky showed no sign of disappearing. Instead, it was increasingly becoming more intense. It was obvious that Yang Zhen had successfully turned the Great Missing Sword into a sacred weapon.

Such a huge… sacred weapon!

Yang Zhen looked at the dazzling Great Missing Sword with satisfaction. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was. The people around were all stunned, staring blankly at Yang Zhen and his sword, paying attention to the roaring Evil Shadow Black Glutton in the sky, utterly shocked.

So, this was the celestial sign of a sacred weapon’s creation?

No one uttered a word, not wanting to disturb this thrilling spectacle. For such a large sacred weapon to be created—it was an event they were surprisingly witnessing. Many of those present fell deep in thought, their faces ever-changing, seemingly gaining some inspiration.

At this moment, the noise of someone smacking their lips woke the room, as if someone had just woken up from deep sleep. It was particularly distinctive in the tea house.

After Fang Zhongjian opened his eyes, his gaze instantly hardened. He jerked upright as if a carp leaping, fixated his glare on Yang Zhen, and bellowed, “Yang Zhen, you bastard, did you dare to launch a sneak attack?”

The second his voice fell, Fang Zhongjian stood up tall, flung his robe lightly, raised his right hand high, glared fiercely, and bellowed:

“Sword, come!”

The Unblemished Sword: “…”

“Sword, come!”

“Sword, come!”

“Bastard, where’s my sword?”

Fang Zhongjian looked bewildered at the empty tea house. Where was the shadow of the Unblemished Sword?