"Boss, the Sword Refining Manual still has its uses. Other people's swords require a thousand years of refinement, but using our Sun family's method, three to five hundred years is about enough. How could other families possibly have such a refining technique?" Sun Daolian joined forces with his second brother to resist his eldest brother, also hoping to consolidate his position in the family.
"Big Brother, look—even Third Brother says so. How can you still claim it's worth only six or seven taels? Although it's a little less aggressively profit-minded than the Sword Forging Manual, it should still be worth nearly half a catty, shouldn't it?" Sun Dakai said angrily.
Half a catty was a vague amount. Anything below five taels counted. What he meant was that he could take five and a half taels or so. His second brother had his share too, but asking for more would harm their unity. Thus, Sun Datian knitted his brows and glanced at his two brothers, feeling that he shouldn't go too far. "Fine, fine, fine. My Sword Refining Manual is five and a half taels, and yours is four and a half. That works, right?"
Actually, I was already staggered to hear that the Sun family could refine a divine sword for five hundred years and achieve the foundation of a thousand years of refinement. After all, this was a matter of patient, water-dripping labor. Every family had ways to shorten the refining process, but none had a method this formidable.
The number of years spent refining was actually a unit of energy, rather like the concept of cultivation power gained from eating immortal fruits and increasing one's cultivation by several hundred years. Besides, if refining for a thousand years truly meant refining twenty-four hours a day, it would be impossible.