Admissions Were About to Begin

The young blacksmith's corpse was thrown into the furnace, reduced to ashes.

The house where he had lived:

Everything inside was thrown into the furnace and burned to ash.

Chu Qing even had the house torn down, its bricks and floorboards thrown in as well.

At last, he personally inspected the ground.

He searched inch by inch.

Only after discovering that nothing had been buried beneath did he stop.

The blacksmiths had actually realized that the half-volume of secret teachings was not simple.

But they did not care.

Because:

They were blacksmiths.

What they pursued were divine weapons.

Not martial arts.

As long as they could forge a divine weapon with their own hands within their lifetimes—

Their futures would be boundless.

If they could summarize the experience of forging divine weapons and raise the success rate by even one ten-thousandth—

Their Lineages and descendants would enjoy wealth and glory for centuries.

Divine weapons... were simply too important.

The enormous Blacksmith Shop forged countless weapons every day.

Yet it often took more than a decade, even over twenty years, for a divine weapon to appear by chance.

But if they could grasp the secret of Chu Qing's blood—

The odds of a divine weapon appearing would soar.

Therefore:

Even if they knew that the half-volume of secret teachings held some hidden secret, they did not care.

Everything belonging to the young blacksmith was burned to ash and melted into the molten steel of the furnace.

A blacksmith opened the gate and released the molten steel.

Then he added all manner of precious materials.

Amid the clanging, the old blacksmiths led their apprentices and eagerly began forging weapons.

They dreamed of forging a divine weapon.

Chu Qing was curious.

He wanted to see whether the blood he had let out could