Yellow Emperor Sword

Blood God Legion, Blood God Camp. Leng Yaozhu brought Xia Yi into a Forging Room and said, "This is the Blood God Camp's Forging Room. Since you're now a captain in the Blood God Camp's Logistics Department, and a blacksmith as well, it's yours from now on."

"I heard the lowest military rank in the Blood God Camp is general. Does the Logistics Department really not have any other Blacksmiths with higher ranks?" Xia Yi asked curiously. In the army, although strength was the hard truth, if one wanted authority, one still had to rely on military merit and rank.

"The main Blacksmiths in the Blood God Camp are at least Saint Craftsmen. The only Saint Craftsman in the Blood God Legion is being held onto by the legion commander, who refuses to assign him to the Blood God Camp, so this Forging Room has been empty all this time," Leng Yaozhu said.

In truth, it was not just the Blood God Legion. Across the entire Sun Moon Federation military, the number of Blacksmiths was far from enough.

"Oh, right. I still don't know what level blacksmith you are now." Leng Yaozhu suddenly looked at Xia Yi with a beaming smile. The last time Xia Yi had forged in Star Luo City, he had drawn down a Heavenly Tribulation. A Heavenly Tribulation—that was the symbol of Divine Forging.

With Xia Yi's cultivation, of course he could not possibly have become a Divine Craftsman. The Heavenly Tribulation must have descended for some other reason.

But with Xia Yi's forging talent, his current forging level definitely was not low.

"Around level seven, I guess. Soul Forging shouldn't be a problem," Xia Yi said honestly.

"A level-seven Saint Craftsman." Leng Yaozhu's eyelids twitched wildly. Levels seven and eight were Saint Craftsmen. Aside from