Calculations Against the Adventuring Team

"They're ruthless."

At Sword Forging Manor, Ning Zheng opened the vortex to the neighboring world again after five days.

The moment the spatial turbulence opened, a twisted, blurry scene appeared: a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with the two of them once again slaughtering the Giant Shrimp civilization from a tomb mural.

Ten thousand a second—it really made his heart ache.

That was why he didn't dare look too often. Checking once every five days was already quite diligent, yet he never expected that when he opened it this time, they had actually reached this stage.

Ye Kuang Xiu and Jiu Cai Rong had lost their childishness. Their expressions were sharp as knives, giving off the air of old veterans who had crawled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They were working hard, doing everything they could to continue serving as the two managers of the Mountain Villa and lead the blacksmiths in surviving in the cruel otherworld!

This was not a game to them, but a bloody reality.

Several thousand years of time.

Perhaps this was merely the growth story of a Three Origins Realm expert from Pingchang City.

But it was enough to make them endure the agony of death, undergo a transformation of the soul, and become ruthless and decisive.

Now, he had thrown these little blacksmiths into the forging furnace, tempered them fiercely, and made them swim through it, stripping away their restlessness and grinding a bunch of useless materials into treasured swords.

Yes.

Peerless treasured swords.

That was Ning Zheng's evaluation of them now.

Admittedly, in the strictest sense, Ye Kuang Xiu and Jiu Cai Rong were both trash in terms of aptitude.

In any immortal cultivation sect, the two of them would never become core disciples. In comprehension of