The True Mystic Law Sword Had Never Been Born, But I Would Forge It with My Own Hands

Qin Wangchuan finally stopped, a hint of satisfaction still lingering in his eyes.

Seeing this, Qin Zhaoer stood up from the low stool and walked over.

"Alright?"

She leaned closer to the sword, stared at the blade for a long time, and couldn't help but speak.

"If my eyesight is correct, this thing is even worse than the ones you shot before, right?"

The sword in Qin Wangchuan's hand had a rough blade with uneven edges.

What's most surprising is that the blade is covered with fine cracks.

It looks like it would crumble into powder at the slightest touch.

However, this appearance is not surprising.

After all, this sword wasn't forged in one go.

Instead, it was forged, quenched, and smelted by Qin Wangchuan again and again.

With each strike, the sword becomes a little more brittle.

To this day.

The blade was covered in fine lines, and ordinary Cultivator probably wouldn't even dare to swing it.

"And this too."

Qin Zhaoer pointed to the words on the Sword Spine.

"The Ten Directions Profound Sword?"

"... Isn't that the name of the sword you wore in the Immortal Court?"

"How could you carve it on such rubbish?"

"This isn't junk."

Qin Wangchuan, however, stroked the sword inch by inch with his fingertips, his expression one of extreme satisfaction.

"But at the same time, this is not the Ten Directions Profound Sword."

"Ah?"

Qin Zhaoer had a look on her face that said, "Are you kidding me again?"

"No? Then why did you carve your name on it?"

To be precise --

Qin Wangchuan didn't rush to look up; his gaze remained fixed on the sword.

"Not yet."

He didn't explain further.

He simply turned around, walked to the whetstone on the other side, picked up the sword, and slowly began to sharpen it.

His movements were neither hurried nor slow, yet he was exceptionally focused.

Only then did Qin Wangchuan truly understand something.

I had always thought that the "Ten Directions Profound Sword" that I had obtained and then broke in the Immortal Court was some kind of supreme treasure.

But now he understands.

That sword was never actually a divine weapon.

Just as the system said, it was nothing more than an ordinary Iron Sword.

Just like the one in front of him.

As for the origin of that sword, it didn't come from that system that always seemed to malfunction.

Rather, it was forged by him personally from a certain time and space.

It was just that the brain-dead system took it by chance and distributed it as a reward.

The thought crossed Qin Wangchuan's mind, and his thoughts became clear.

He no longer needed to repair the sword that had broken in the Immortal Court.

Because.

"He possesses ten imperial techniques and can absorb all kinds of laws and weapons."

"The true Ten Directions Profound Sword has never been born."

"But I will forge it myself."

"Together with the Wheel of Fate."

The thought crossed Qin Wangchuan's mind, but instead of speeding up, he slowed down his sword-sharpening movements.

There are no fine or rare treasures here.

There was no excellent furnace fire.

There were no methods or techniques from predecessors to learn from.

There was only one thing he could do.

Improve your skills.

One blow after another.

Hundreds and thousands, tens of thousands.

Until it's the best, until it's perfect.

In this way...

The day we return to the Immortal Court.

That will be the time when the true "Ten Directions Profound Sword" is born.

The courtyard fell silent.

Time seemed to lose all shape at this moment.

In Qin Wangchuan's eyes, only the sword in his hand remained.

Behind me.

Qin Zhaoer stared at his absent-minded profile, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

In the end, however, he said nothing.

She walked back to the small stool, rested her chin on her hand, and sat down.

My mind was completely blank; I just stared at it quietly.

Until a rooster crowed from the neighboring yard.

It's lunchtime.

Qin Zhaoer got up quietly, slipped out of the courtyard, and went home to cook.

The meal was ready, and she carried the bowl into the Qin Clan Courtyard once again.

Invite Qin Wangchuan to eat with them.

This time.

It was eaten by two people.

In the neighboring yard.

Mr. and Mrs. Wen saw this.

But they did not stop them.

Although Qin Wangchuan lost both parents at a young age, he was a down-to-earth, serious, and handsome boy.

Most importantly, they've watched you grow up since you were little, so you know them inside and out.

All these factors combined meant that Wen's parents not only didn't object, but were actually happy to see it happen.

Time flies.

Qin Wangchuan's life entered a rare period of tranquility.

He would read medical books in the morning, study medicine during the day, and refine medicinal pills in the courtyard in his spare time.

Part of it is medicine, and part of it is pills.

The medicine was left for those seeking medical treatment in town.

Dan then sent it to Fan Yuan so that the people at Soaring Tower could test its effects.

Cultivator are generally stronger, so even if the Pill Formula is slightly flawed, it won't kill them.

Occasionally, townspeople would come to his door for medical advice, and he would carry his medicine kit and go out to treat them.

In the afternoon, I processed some blacksmithing orders.

At night, he would study Talisman Art and formations.

These two things are the two toughest challenges he faces right now.

There were no books to read and no one to teach.

Qin Wangchuan then relied on what he had learned before, gradually comprehending and deducing the truth.

It's difficult.

But it's not impossible.

Time passed day by day, and everything remained peaceful.

Then.

Soaring Tower and Mystic Capital Prefecture have gone to war.

The other of the Great Power, Mountain-Quelling Palace, remained aloof and watched coldly from the sidelines.

Initially, it was just a minor dispute over a piece of land.

A trade route was blocked, a gold mine was seized, and several disciples got into a fight over a verbal disagreement.

It happened sporadically, and nobody really took it seriously.

Such minor disturbances are unlikely to cause any major fire.

Unfortunately, one of the frictions resulted in a death.

Who died, and who committed the act, is now unclear.

But when someone dies, someone will demand an explanation.

When demanding an explanation, the other party naturally refused to let the matter rest.

Thus, this one incident became the spark that ignited the entire wasteland.

They went back and forth, and the fire burned brighter and brighter.

The minor skirmishes gradually escalated into a full-blown confrontation.

The standoff escalated into a full-scale war.

By the time the two sides truly broke off relations, there was no turning back.

This out-of-control situation should have thrown Soaring Tower, which had just undergone a leadership reshuffle and whose foundations were not yet stable, into chaos.

But everything was exactly as Fan Yuan had predicted.

Instead of panicking, he took advantage of the fire to bring the entire building under his control.

By deploying troops and reorganizing the organization, they managed to unite the disorganized forces into a cohesive unit and calmly face the challenge.

Others simply thought he remained calm in the face of danger and turned the tide.

Only Fan Yuan himself knew that all of this stemmed from a few casual words Qin Wangchuan uttered when he visited Fan Yuan to seek guidance that day.

With just a few words, he had already seen through the entire game.

After returning home, he regarded it as a guiding principle and followed it word for word.

Sure enough, every single detail was accurate to the smallest degree.

The day the challenge was delivered.

Soaring Tower issued a general order, recalling its disciples and followers scattered across various regions, and urging them to prepare for battle.

Meanwhile, Mystic Capital Prefecture was naturally unwilling to show weakness either.

Cultivator have always avoided mortal realms when they clash.

The two sides chose a remote, desolate region thousands of miles away as the battlefield.

The first day was a test.

Scouts clashed, squads fought, and the mountain ridges changed hands several times.

The next day, they completely broke off relations.

Ordinary Martial Practitioner led the vanguard, numbering in the tens of thousands, covering the desolate plain in a dark mass.

Blades flashed and the ground cracked; fists cleaved rocks; shouts of battle echoed from dawn till dusk.

Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the fields, but this was merely an appetizer.

On the third day...

The Cultivator have made their move.

The True Qi transformed into a long rainbow, stretching for miles, causing the earth to crack and mountains to collapse wherever it passed.

A single Cultivator is enough to tear apart the formation created by a hundred Martial Practitioner.

When top Cultivator at the ninth level clash, the sky darkens and the surrounding area is affected for miles around.

However, the two sides had completely different intentions in this battle.