Recasting the Mò Dāo

"Master blacksmith, no need to panic. I am the original owner of this Saber."

The old blacksmith looked at Chu Feng with uncertainty. After confirming that Chu Feng wasn't there for revenge, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young hero, you scared me to death..."

He knew it. How could someone so divine and peerless die so easily?

Then, with a heartbroken expression, he looked at the Saber, which had been broken into three pieces.

The break was incredibly smooth, with no burrs, clearly cut by an extremely sharp weapon!

This was his masterpiece. Although it had been gathering dust in a corner, he had finally managed to sell it.

But the rare materials used were all carefully selected by him. What kind of divine weapon could have reduced the Saber to this state?

After a moment of hesitation, the old blacksmith spoke, "May I ask, young hero, what kind of weapon broke this Saber?"

Chu Feng took out the silver short sword from his embrace. This thing was too small to be a main combat weapon, and Chu Feng didn't have a corresponding cultivation method for it, so he kept it as an emergency weapon.

"This, this is the Demon Suppression Blade from the Demon Suppression Division?"

The old blacksmith carefully took the short sword and clearly saw two small characters at the hilt, "Demon Suppression."

He immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Then, he cautiously looked around the shop and, finding no outsiders, immediately closed the door.

"Young hero, may I ask where the owner of this short sword is?" the old blacksmith asked with a pained expression.

Chu Feng didn't know why he was asking this, but he replied calmly, "Dead!"

"Ah..."

The old blacksmith suddenly sat down on the ground, then said with a look of panic, "Young hero, you killed someone from the Demon Suppression Division?"

This Demon Suppression Blade was a standard weapon of the Demon Suppression Division, so its owner must have been an important figure in the division.

Now that the owner of the short sword was dead, didn't that mean this important figure was killed by the young man in front of him?

He had gotten himself into big trouble!

The old blacksmith felt his body go weak, his legs suddenly felt like jelly, and cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead.

Chu Feng thought for a moment and understood what the blacksmith was afraid of.

He chuckled, "I took this sword from a Demonic Warrior. It has nothing to do with the Demon Suppression Division, so you can rest assured..."

"Oh, that's good then."

The old blacksmith staggered to his feet, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Seeing that the blacksmith had calmed down, Chu Feng slowly stated the purpose of his visit.

"Master blacksmith, can you repair this Saber for me, and add some harder materials? Don't let it be easily cut again..."

The old blacksmith looked troubled. "It can be repaired, but if you want it to withstand a clash with the Demon Suppression Blade, I'm afraid that's impossible!"

"The materials used for the Demon Suppression Blade are mithril ore controlled by the imperial court, combined with master-level forging techniques. I can't compare to that..."

The old blacksmith was self-aware. He was just a small-town blacksmith. In Yong'an County, he could proudly say, "I don't fear anyone!"

But if he were placed in Jizhou, or even the Great Zhou Dynasty, he would just be a country blacksmith, utterly insignificant.

Chu Feng scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled. As his strength increased, the original Saber was no longer keeping up with his power.

He even suspected that if he unleashed his full power, the Saber might not last more than a few battles before being scrapped again.

If it was scrapped after a few uses, what was the point of repairing it?

Thinking of this, Chu Feng looked at the silver Demon Suppression Blade and said, "Melt this thing down for me and mix it into the Saber. It should be much stronger, right?"

The old blacksmith looked terrified. "Young hero, absolutely not! Mithril ore is a controlled material by the imperial court. Unauthorized forging in the mortal world will result in the execution of the entire family..."

Chu Feng's expression remained unchanged. He said calmly, "If I mix this mithril with several types of iron ore, how can outsiders tell? I can give you two hundred taels of silver as compensation after it's done!"

"Besides, you've seen the Demon Suppression Blade. Do you think I'll let you go?"

Chu Feng reasoned with him and tempted him with benefits.

"Young hero, what you said is very reasonable. This old man is willing to try his best..."

The old blacksmith's face was bitter, knowing that he had no choice but to get on this pirate ship.

He could only be glad that his two apprentices were not present, otherwise, he would have dragged them down with him for this capital offense.

Since he had agreed, the old blacksmith no longer hesitated. He carefully examined the Demon Suppression Blade and then said.

"I need to melt this sword first..."

After that, the old blacksmith seemed like a different person, becoming exceptionally proactive.

First, he took out the Silver Frost Charcoal he had treasured for many years, which was made by smoldering it with hundred-year-old sandalwood.

It had a silvery-white appearance, and when struck, it sounded like metal. It was a precious charcoal whose value was comparable to silver.

"You old fellow, were you just pretending to be hesitant? Why are you more enthusiastic than me now..."

Seeing Chu Feng's strange gaze, the old blacksmith scratched his head and chuckled, "Every blacksmith has a heart that yearns to forge legendary weapons, hehe..."

Chu Feng: "..."

I feel like I'm the one being played, but it doesn't matter. It's a win-win situation.

The old blacksmith forged the legendary weapon he'd always dreamed of, and Chu Feng got a divine blade.

The old blacksmith didn't dare let outsiders know about the forging process. He specifically gave his two apprentices the day off to focus entirely on forging the new Mò Dāo.

The old blacksmith first used wood to ignite the Silver Frost Charcoal. Once the flames turned into a raging fire, he placed various raw materials into the furnace to smelt.

Then, he began pulling the wooden bellows, fanning the flames to intensify the fire.

The old blacksmith was old, after all. Before long, he started panting. Most of the materials in the furnace had already melted, but the Demon Suppression Blade was only glowing red, showing no signs of melting.

The old blacksmith began to worry. Unfortunately, his stamina couldn't keep up. No matter how hard he tried, he could only maintain the current state.

Seeing this, Chu Feng took over the bellows handle and started pushing it with force.

A gust of wind several times stronger than before was forcefully compressed into the furnace fire. The golden flames instantly surged, and the Silver Frost Charcoal burned fiercely, turning the flames blue-white...

Chu Feng calmly maintained his rhythm.

After about fifteen minutes, the stubborn Demon Suppression Blade finally showed signs of melting and softening.

The old blacksmith was overjoyed and quickly added more Silver Frost Charcoal to replenish what was consumed by the intense burning.

Several hours passed...

The damaged Mò Dāo, the Demon Suppression Blade, and some rare ores all turned into iron ingots about the size of a fist.

Chu Feng picked one up and weighed it. Each ingot weighed a hundred pounds. Next, it needed to undergo Hundred Refinements and Thousand Refinements to hammer out the impurities.

Hundred Refinements is hammering the fist-sized iron ingot until it's flat, then stacking and repeating the process a hundred times. A thousand times is Thousand Refinements!

The old blacksmith, frail with age, struck the iron ingot with his hammer, sparks flying, but the ingot showed no change.

After hammering for a long time, not only did he fail to remove the impurities, but he also exhausted himself to the point of near death.

"Ugh..." The old blacksmith's expression was grim.

He had a dream of becoming a legendary blacksmith, but he was only mortal. He wasn't even a warrior. Forget Hundred Refinements; even Ten Refinements would be extremely difficult.

He could only sigh as he watched the iron ingot gradually cool