Old Wang's Furious Desperation

Putting aside his status as the son of the clan chief, Wen Changjing.

As the leading figure of the Wen Family's younger generation, Wen Jueyuan naturally had the pride to back himself up.

At nine years old, he had entered Pine Cloud Sword Mansion to cultivate, becoming a figure known to everyone in Pine Cloud Sword Mansion—a young prodigy.

At thirteen, he had smoothly become a Green River Sword Mansion Outer Sect Disciple.

In just four years, he had been selected in one fell swoop as a Green River Sword Mansion Inner Disciple, ranking among the very best.

And now, his cultivation had already reached the fourth level of the Blood Moving Realm: Flesh Bones.

Such Martial Dao accomplishments, placed in Guangling City, were enough to make some important figures sigh that they were inferior!

How could someone like him possibly take a Son-in-law like Su Yi seriously?

Even toward a domineering, wicked young master like Huang Qianjun, he would not spare a glance.

"A pair of Foxes and Dogs? What a wonderful description!"

Wen Shaobei and the others joined in the jeering, laughing nonstop.

With Wen Jueyuan backing them, even here before the Sword Casting Workshop that belonged to the Huang Family, they were not afraid of Huang Qianjun.

"Wen Jueyuan, who are you cursing?"

Huang Qianjun flew into a rage, his gaze savage.

"What, am I wrong?"

Wen Jueyuan's expression was cold. "In Guangling City, who doesn't know you're a good-for-nothing silkpants who commits every evil? And who doesn't know Su Yi is a Son-in-law everyone mocks?"

"You..."

Huang Qianjun's eyes reddened.

But Wen Jueyuan laughed and said, "In half a month, the 'Dragon Gate Banquet' will begin. When the time comes, I'll be participating too. If you, Young Master Huang, truly have the ability, come and play as well. Let me broaden my horizons, why don't you?"

As soon as these words came out, an uproar rang out nearby.

"It's over. Someone like Wen Jueyuan is actually going to attend the Dragon Gate Banquet too—where does that leave us any chance to shine?"

"Don't get discouraged. We just have to perform well. As for first place... only someone like Wen Jueyuan has the qualifications to fight for it."

The young men and women waiting in line to buy weapons were all stirred up, discussing one after another, and every topic revolved around Wen Jueyuan alone.

They all had a feeling that the title of first place at this Dragon Gate Banquet would very likely fall to Wen Jueyuan!

From this, one could see just how high Wen Jueyuan's reputation was among Guangling City's younger generation.

Such a scene also made Wen Shaobei and the other Wen Family juniors feel their faces shine. One by one, they puffed out their chests and lifted their heads, sharing in his glory.

Huang Qianjun's face shifted between blue and white, his expression uncertain.

But before he could speak, Wen Jueyuan had already casually tossed out a sentence:

"Cut the crap. If you've got the guts, I'll see you at the Dragon Gate Banquet!"

With that, he led the Wen Family group away in grand fashion.

As for Su Yi, Wen Jueyuan had completely ignored him. He disdained competing with a cripple.

If he did so, others would only laugh at him, Wen Jueyuan, for bullying the weak with his strength.

Besides, what sense of accomplishment was there in bullying a Son-in-law?

Watching Wen Jueyuan and his group leave, Huang Qianjun clenched his fists tightly, lips pressed together, his face livid and ugly.

"Feels awful, doesn't it?"

Su Yi swept a glance over this silkpants young master.

Huang Qianjun took a deep breath and nodded.

Then, as if he had suddenly reacted, he said in a daze, "Brother Su, what... what are you thinking? You're not angry at all?"

He was very puzzled. Back then at Gathering Immortals Pavilion, Su Yi had effortlessly defeated all the attendants by his side.

That kind of Martial Dao power was absolutely beyond the ordinary!

What was more, the connections Su Yi possessed had even made his old man, Huang Yunchong, bow his head completely and admit defeat.

Under such circumstances, how could Su Yi just let this go?

Su Yi said casually, "It was only the clamoring of a tiny ant. If he could make me angry, I would actually think more highly of him. Unfortunately, he isn't worthy."

Huang Qianjun was stunned, clearly unable to understand.

Su Yi also could not be bothered to explain further.

However, there was one thing he did not say: anyone who stood against him, no matter who they were, would come to no good end.

This little interlude soon passed.

Inside the Sword Casting Workshop.

Before a blazing furnace.

Under Huang Qianjun's lead, Su Yi successfully met the swordsmith renowned throughout Guangling City—"Wang Tianyang."

Wang Tianyang's hair was sparse, nearly bald. He was lean and tough, his skin bronze, and he gripped a giant hammer as he hammered at a sword blank heated bright red.

Sparks flew in all directions, filling the room with brilliance.

"Old man, my friend is here. Could you do me a favor and help forge a sword?"

Huang Qianjun stood to one side, his posture very humble, smiling as he cupped his hands.

But Wang Tianyang ignored him. He kept hammering the sword blank on his own, striking it with clang after clang, the sparks almost splashing onto Huang Qianjun.

Having been ignored, Huang Qianjun smiled awkwardly and said to Su Yi in a low voice, "Brother Su, Old Wang's temper is just like this. Please don't take offense."

Su Yi said, "Let him finish his work first. Take me to see the iron materials needed for sword forging."

Huang Qianjun hurriedly nodded.

The Sword Casting Workshop naturally did not lack all kinds of materials for forging weapons, including no few valuable and rare items.

After looking through all these materials, Su Yi could not help sinking into silence.

Even those valuable refining materials were almost uniformly mortal-grade goods.

"Is Brother Su not satisfied? This is already the best Sword Casting Workshop in Guangling City. If there's nothing suitable here, perhaps we can only go to Cloud River County City to find something better."

Huang Qianjun offered an explanation.

Su Yi neither confirmed nor denied it. He said, "Make preparations. I want to purchase thirty jin of Azure Light Cold Iron, one jin of Crimson Sun Copper Powder, five jin of Mystic Ice Purified Water..."

He named more than ten kinds of materials in all.

Among them were valuable items, as well as ordinary ones.

Huang Qianjun noted them down one by one, then instructed the Sword Casting Workshop's attendants to begin preparing them.

As for him, he brought Su Yi back the way they had come, returning once more to the refining area where Wang Tianyang was.

Wang Tianyang had already finished his work and was lying in a rattan chair to rest, with an attendant standing beside him serving tea and water.

"Old man..."

This time, Huang Qianjun had only just opened his mouth when Wang Tianyang cut him off. "This old man has already forged a sword today, and it consumed a great deal of energy. Come back in three days."

As he spoke, he lifted his teacup and leisurely savored the tea.

Huang Qianjun's expression shifted between dark and bright. Su Yi was someone he had personally invited over!

Yet he had been refused on Huang Qianjun's own turf. Where was he supposed to put his face?

He took a deep breath and said, "Old man, my father said that as long as it's Brother Su's business, it's all to be handled at the first possible moment. You..."

Wang Tianyang cut him off again, displeased. "Then have your father forge the sword for him. I don't have the time to wait on that whatever Brother Su of yours."

He had clearly seen Su Yi standing right beside them, yet his words were not polite in the slightest. Even though Huang Qianjun had already brought up Huang Yunchong, Wang Tianyang did not care at all. His airs were anything but small.

"Young Master, the refining materials have been prepared."

Just then, a group of attendants walked over carrying a huge chest.

Seeing this, Wang Tianyang was the first to fly into a rage. He shouted, "Who told you to bring the materials over? I've been forging swords for a full half month straight! I was planning to have a proper rest and go to a brothel in the city to enjoy myself to my heart's content, yet you brainless fools just had to find trouble for me! Carry it all back!"

He was very angry. He rose from the rattan chair and even smashed the teacup in his hand.

"So it turns out the old man is in a hurry to go to a brothel..."

Huang Qianjun understood at once. With the old man's dragon-essence, tiger-vigor body, holding it in for half a month really would be quite uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a bold thought occurred to him. Should he give that character "Masturbation" to the old man to first relieve this burning need?

"Hold on."

Seeing that those attendants were about to carry the materials back again, Su Yi spoke up. "For this sword casting, I never intended to borrow anyone else's hands."

Huang Qianjun and Wang Tianyang were both stunned.

"May I borrow this furnace for use?"

Su Yi's gaze turned to the fire furnace not far away.

Huang Qianjun hurriedly said, "Of course you can, but... Brother Su, are you planning to forge the sword yourself?"

Su Yi nodded. "Correct."

As a sword cultivator, only a sword he forged himself would suit him best, and only then could he bring the sword dao of his entire being to full and unrestrained display.

"Oh? In that case, kid, are you here to smash my signboard?"

Wang Tianyang sneered, his eyes already carrying disdain.

A brat still stinking of mother's milk actually planned to forge a sword in front of him. The flavor of provocation in that was far too strong.

"Old man, please don't misunderstand. How could my Brother Su possibly have that kind of intention? He just..."

By the end, Huang Qianjun did not know how to explain either.

Before this, he truly had not known that Su Yi had come with the intention of forging the sword himself.

Like a fighting rooster, Wang Tianyang had his competitive spirit roused, and he said loudly:

"No need to explain. Since the provocation has already come knocking at my door, how could this old man, Wang Tianyang, give no response? If I did, once word spread, wouldn't every warrior in Guangling City think I was afraid of him?"

As he spoke, he pointed at the furnace beside him, his eyes fixed on Su Yi, and said proudly, "Use this furnace as you like. If you need anything else, this old man will satisfy you all the same. Whatever ability you have, just go ahead and show it!"

Su Yi pondered for a moment, then said, "The furnace fire isn't vigorous enough. How are you at tending a fire?"

Caught off guard by this request, Wang Tianyang froze. Only after a long while did he point at his own nose, his face full of disbelief, and say:

"You... plan to have me... act as a fire-tender?!"

The atmosphere abruptly turned oppressive.

All the attendants present sucked in a breath of cold air, seeing that Old Master Wang Tianyang was somewhat angry.

Huang Qianjun panicked. Just as he was about to speak up to ease the mood, he saw Su Yi nod very naturally and say:

"Since you are the best at Sword Forging in Guangling City, your control of the fire must also be the strongest. If you tend the fire, then while I forge the sword, there should be no mishaps."

Huang Qianjun was dumbfounded. A grand master of Sword Forging, yet Brother Su was treating him like a fire-tender... What kind of situation was this?

Looking at Wang Tianyang again, his chest was heaving violently with anger, and his bronze-colored cheeks had flushed red. He had clearly been thoroughly enraged.

"Old Master, you mustn't get angry." Huang Qianjun hurriedly tried to soothe him.

Wang Tianyang gritted his teeth and suddenly waved his hand. "Step aside. This old man has forged swords for forty years. What great winds and great waves have I not seen? A mere bit of provocation is hardly enough to stump me!"

"Isn't it just tending the fire? Fine, this old man agrees!"

As he spoke, he looked toward the attendants and ordered, "Go. Have all the swordsmiths in the workshop stop what they're doing and come over with this old man to witness the abilities of this challenger who has come knocking at our door!"

Huang Qianjun inwardly cried that things were about to go bad. Wang Tianyang was planning to blow the matter up completely!

But when he saw Su Yi's calm and composed expression, his heart could not help but stir, and he recalled the scenes from yesterday at Apricot Yellow Medical Hall, when Su Yi had revealed his attainments in the art of medicine.

P.S. Thanks to Brother Bandit, Sister Lianxin, and the other classmates for the tips and monthly tickets~ Here's an extra update~~