"Do any of you know how to forge swords?"
Zhang Yang changed the subject. After all, judging from what Liu Xueli and the other three had said, his Heavenly Sword Gate was nothing more than a clown act.
Even ancient Nascent Soul monsters didn't dare rashly establish sects, so he should stop bringing humiliation upon himself.
"Master, you jest. We are Heavenly Masters. We excel at catching demons and exorcising ghosts, but sword forging—especially forging swords for sword cultivators—is truly beyond our abilities. However, you have saved our lives, so we are willing to contribute what little we can. Muyun, what do you think?"
At this point, Liu Xueli asked one of his subordinates. He was a young man who seemed as though he could never wake up. Even during the conversation, his mind appeared to be wandering beyond the heavens.
Liu Xueli further explained to Zhang Yang, "Master, Heavenly Masters are divided into different types. For example, Auxiliary Army Heavenly Masters excel at combat, Auxiliary Army Heavenly Masters excel at drawing talismans and refining artifacts, and Supervisory Army Heavenly Masters excel at divination and formations. As a Mortal Grade Heavenly Master, I'm fairly proficient in all of them."
At that moment, the Auxiliary Army Heavenly Master Qian Muyun finally seemed to return from his absent-minded state. After thinking briefly, he said, "I've heard that sword cultivators are skilled at refining swords with their own bodies. The swords they forge gather sword qi, sword intent, sword soul, sword heart, and sword spirit, achieving the grand completion of the Life-Death Sword. Thus, when the sword is drawn, it is like a mountain; when it flies, it startles the heavens; when it turns, it traverses the galaxy. Nothing cannot be shattered, and no technique cannot be breached. It should be the finest