Flying Sword

Chen Mu sat by the table, his fingers lightly tapping the surface.

"Black Water Gang..."

After thinking for a while, Chen Mu called Ren Yan over and gave him a few instructions.

It was naturally most suitable for Ren Yan to handle the task of inquiring about the specific situation of the Black Water Gang. It wasn't worth it for him to personally run around for such a matter now.

Ren Yan immediately responded after hearing Chen Mu's instructions and then left.

After Ren Yan departed.

Chen Mu looked at the porcelain cup in his hand, then placed it aside. He then stood up, tidied up the remaining gold ingots from before, and after having breakfast, walked out of the courtyard gate.

Although he would eventually become a Fifth Rank Sorcerer and master Daoist techniques and divine abilities, before that, he still needed something to rely on.

Flying Sword!

A single thought travels three thousand li at night, a flying sword takes a head from a hundred paces!

While traveling three thousand li at night was a bit exaggerated and currently impossible, the hundred-pace flying sword was not at all overstated. Taking advantage of the timing at night, it could even gain the upper hand against a Fifth Rank Martial Artist!

Chen Mu was now also looking forward to the power of manipulating objects with his mind and the strike of a flying sword.

Soon.

Chen Mu left the Xuanguo Estate and came to the outer street.

The flying swords used by Sorcerers were not the same concept as the swords used by Martial Artists. They were completely different in terms of production, materials, size, and other aspects.

However, this did not prevent Chen Mu from going to a blacksmith shop, as the core material was still metal.

Due to Da Yuan's emphasis on martial arts and the lack of prohibition on weapons, blacksmith shops were everywhere. Even ordinary people would often purchase some weapons for self-defense, although they were often useless at critical moments.

Chen Mu quickly found a larger blacksmith shop.

Before even walking in, he could feel the heat wave from inside the shop. He could see that there was still snow on the street outside, but most of the blacksmiths inside the shop were only wearing thin linen clothes.

The head blacksmith, who was supervising the blacksmiths forging weapons, noticed Chen Mu. A smile immediately appeared on his thick-browed, big-eyed face, and he proactively came forward.

"Welcome, welcome. May I ask what this young master needs?"

"What kinds of iron blocks do you have here?"

Chen Mu stepped into the shop and asked directly.

The head blacksmith smiled and said, "There are many kinds. I'm afraid ordinary iron blocks won't catch the young master's eye. I also have refined iron, hundred-refined steel, blood-patterned steel, Mystic Iron..."

As he spoke.

The head blacksmith led the way, taking Chen Mu to the back hall.

On the far left, a large amount of iron ore was piled up, which was just ordinary iron. Towards the middle, there was suddenly much less, and it was clearly blocks of refined iron that had already been hammered and could be used at any time.

Further to the right were tables, on which were placed blocks of different kinds of iron. Some were dark in color, while others had strange, blood-like patterns.

Chen Mu walked over slowly.

Without speaking, he simply moved his thoughts, extending a part of his mind and soul to touch the blocks of iron.

The most important property of a Sorcerer's Flying Sword is not hardness or toughness, but rather the degree of compatibility with the soul. The easier it is to control, the better.

On this basis, one can then pursue other characteristics such as hardness and toughness.

However, often just being hard is enough.

"What kind of iron is this?"

Chen Mu tested them one by one, then walked forward and reached out to touch a piece of iron with strange patterns, seemingly reflecting specks of moonlight.

The blacksmith leader said with a smile, "This is Moonfall Iron Ore. It's said to have fallen from the Moon Palace. Its nature is extremely cold, and its toughness is extremely high, capable of forging the thinnest and sharpest weapons."

Chen Mu nodded and then pointed to another dark piece of iron.

"What about this one?"

"This is Black Obsidian Iron Ore, buried deep underground. It's said that only very strong Martial Artists can mine it. Its hardness is half a point higher than Mystic Iron."

The blacksmith leader continued to introduce.

These two types of iron ore were the two that Chen Mu felt most comfortable with during his soul contact. Undoubtedly, they were also the easiest to control freely.

Hardness and toughness... After a slight thought, Chen Mu decided on the former.

A Flying Sword is not a soft sword and doesn't need toughness. Perhaps insufficient toughness makes it difficult to forge it very small, but the manufacturing method of a Flying Sword is completely different from ordinary swords and blades.

"What's the price of Black Obsidian Iron Ore?"

As soon as Chen Mu asked about the price of Black Obsidian Iron Ore, the smile on the blacksmith leader's face immediately grew wider. He said, "I've only collected three pieces of this item this year, and two have already been used. This is the last piece. Young Master only needs one hundred gold to take it."

"If you use this Black Obsidian Iron Ore to forge a weapon, I can personally handle it and guarantee the Young Master's satisfaction."

He had given Ning Shi forty gold last time, and spent thirty gold at Apricot Flower House. The remaining amount was enough. Chen Mu had no interest in haggling over the price, so he directly took out five gold ingots.

Black Obsidian Iron Ore was also recorded in books. Although the price of one hundred gold per piece might be slightly high, it wouldn't be too much higher.

Seeing the five gold ingots, the blacksmith leader immediately smiled and said, "Good, Young Master is generous. What kind of weapon does Young Master need? This piece of Black Obsidian Iron Ore is enough to forge a three-foot long sword. If Young Master needs a heavier weapon, some Mystic Iron can also be mixed in."

"No need."

"I only need this piece of Black Obsidian Iron Ore."

Chen Mu shook his head slightly and reached out to pick up the piece of Black Obsidian Iron Ore.

Then he walked out.

The blacksmith leader was surprised for a moment but didn't ask further. He immediately followed behind to see Chen Mu out of the shop and called out, "Young Master, take care!"

A moment later.

Chen Mu returned to his courtyard with the Black Obsidian Iron Ore.

This piece of Black Obsidian Iron Ore could forge a sharp sword for a Martial Artist, but a Flying Sword didn't need to be that large. Its size would at most only need to be one-third of an ordinary sharp sword, or even smaller would be fine.

Therefore, this piece of Black Obsidian Iron Ore was more than enough to forge three Flying Swords.

Chen Mu's plan was also for three.

An ordinary Seventh Rank Sorcerer can only freely control one Flying Sword, but with his current soul strength, he can control even three with ease.

The forging of a Flying Sword doesn't require a blacksmith's shop. Or rather, a Flying Sword personally forged by a Sorcerer is the most suitable for themselves, the most compatible with their own being.

Although the forging process isn't mentioned in any book, Chen Mu could roughly guess it.

There's no need to use a blacksmith's furnace.

Only a piece of charcoal is needed.

Sorcerers can manipulate spiritual energy. Any ordinary fire can have spiritual energy infused into it, turning it into a spiritual flame. Its heat would be far higher than a blacksmith's furnace, easily melting metal.

Speaking of which, it's a bit like immortal methods.

Soon.

Chen Mu found a piece of charcoal and lit it. Then, with a thought, the entire world before him instantly transformed into a spiritual domain. He activated Spirit Sight!

In the Spirit Sight state, those tiny specks of light in the world that were invisible to the naked eye were clearly seen by Chen Mu, and he could freely manipulate them with his thoughts.

However.

Just as Chen Mu was about to try and draw in spiritual energy to transform it into a spiritual flame, he suddenly paused, sensing something. He tilted his head slightly and looked towards the courtyard where Ning Shi resided.

After a brief pause in his gaze, Chen Mu stopped what he was doing, put the items down for the time being, and walked out.