Put simply, Wang Yue used brute force to purify the materials he needed into gold essence. Then he used the gold essence to forge flying swords. The process was simple and rough, but extremely effective.
Li Suwang had spent his whole life smithing. Once he understood what had really happened, he was even more astonished by Wang Yue's strength.
In their trade, there was a saying: "A thousand hammer blows, a hundred refinements." Only then could you forge a good sword. To make gold essence, you had to hammer the material tens of thousands of times.
But Wang Yue had done it with ease, extracting the gold essence from the fine iron just like that. His strength was simply terrifying.
Fortunately, Wang Yue was a friend, not an enemy, so there was no problem. Li Suwang could only envy him before resigning himself to getting back to work.
Once Wang Yue was left in peace, he went back to reading. His days were so leisurely that he nearly forgot both the apprentice he'd just taken on and King Yama Hall.
It wasn't really his fault. He'd only taken on this apprentice a few days earlier, and then he'd come to Sword Heart Tomb. The four disciples of Sword Heart Tomb—Wufatian and Hequhecong—had lately been helping Wang Yue find books. He never ran out of reading material, and the days flew by. It was only natural that he'd forgotten all about Xiao Se.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
That day, Wang Yue was reading in the pavilion he'd recently built by the cliff when a girl's voice suddenly rang out.
Just from her voice, he could tell she was no more than fifteen or sixteen. She might even have been younger.
Without turning his head, Wang Yue replied casually,