"You recognize all twenty-some Dharma Artifacts?"
Feng Tie put down his hammer and looked up at Lin Taichu.
"Of course I recognize them. Every single one was forged by my own hands."
Lin Taichu crouched down, picked up a small stone from the ground, and drew a pattern on the floor—the shape of a Dharma Artifact, a short sword, with three blood grooves along the blade and a ring at the end of the hilt.
"Have you ever forged this kind of short sword?"
Feng Tie glanced at the pattern on the ground. "I have. Forged it three years ago. I used one piece of Black Iron Ore and one piece of Red Copper Ore, mixed them together and forged it. That short sword could slice through iron as if it were mud. Against any cultivator below the fifth level of the Half-Saint Realm, one strike could break through their protective spiritual power."
"Where did that short sword go afterward?"
"It was placed on the shelf in the blacksmith shop, priced at two hundred and fifty thousand Spirit Stones. It never sold."
Lin Taichu stood up and dusted off his hands.
"If I told you someone was selling this kind of short sword up north, would you believe me?"
"What did you say?"
"I said someone up north is selling Dharma Artifacts you forged. And not just one."
"Was it that Liu Wenyuan?"
Feng Tie turned and was about to leave.
Lin Taichu reached out and stopped him.
"Where are you going?"
"To find that man surnamed Liu and get things straight."
"Ask what? Ask him whether he was the one who smashed up your blacksmith shop? Will he admit it?"
"If you go to him now and beat him up, at most he'll say he doesn't know. If you