Evil Artifact Master

"Evil Sword..."

Mo Hua's heart stirred slightly.

At this moment, two people stood in the Sword Casting Room.

One was Ouyang Mu. Shackles hung from his body as he stood before the Green Fire Bone Furnace and rows of blood-colored longswords, his face somewhat pale.

The other was an old demon cultivator.

He wore a gray robe, his back hunched, his nose long, his entire body steeped in Evil Qi.

The old demon cultivator was casting a sword. The hands emerging from beneath his gray robes were thick and rough, covered in black-red blood tumors and burn scars.

He was an Evil Artifact Master.

Moreover, he was an exceptionally seasoned Evil Artifact Master, one who had likely forged countless Evil Swords.

He glanced sideways at Ouyang Mu and said hoarsely, "Today, I'll teach you how to cast swords."

Ouyang Mu was startled.

He looked at the grim White Bones around him, the foul-smelling Blood Pool, and the countless unfinished evil artifacts, then immediately refused. "I won't learn!"

The Evil Artifact Master gave a dark smile.

"Foolish boy, this is your opportunity."

"Others would beg to learn my skills and still never get the chance."

Ouyang Mu pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head. "I won't learn!"

The Evil Artifact Master shot him a glance and snorted coldly. "If those above hadn't ordered it, did you think I wanted to teach you? Foolish boy, if you miss this chance, you won't have another opportunity to learn in the future..."

Ouyang Mu stood there like a block of wood, saying nothing, his expression exceedingly stubborn.

The Evil Artifact Master circled Ouyang Mu once, examining him carefully from head to toe before nodding slightly. "A stubborn temper. Not a bad piece of raw material."

He raised his head slightly and asked,