The S-Rank War Blade Was Forged; He'd Kill a Batch of People Before Returning to the Defense Line

Lin Feng didn't hurry back to the Northern Territory.

He'd read Zhang Qian's message, but he had something more urgent to take care of.

That piece of Abyssal Refined Iron.

A forging material that could upgrade Mountain Splitter from A-Rank to S-Rank.

He'd kept it in his Storage Ring for a long time, but hadn't found a suitable smith.

There were a few master smiths in the Provincial Capital, but they were all quite far away.

There weren't any in Ping'an County.

But Qingyan Town, forty kilometers east of Ping'an County, had one.

Zhang Qian had sent him a directory of smiths in the northern region. One of them was named Zhuang Laohei, a retired military smith who'd worked in logistics at the Second Defense Line in the Northern Territory in his early years. His skill ranked among the top ten in the entire north.

After retiring, he'd found the city too noisy and moved to the mountains near Qingyan Town, where he occasionally took private commissions.

Lin Feng reached Qingyan Town in half an hour.

Zhuang Laohei's forge stood halfway up a hill at the eastern end of town. It was a soot-black stone house, with gray smoke curling from its chimney and a one-eyed dog tied up outside.

When the dog saw Lin Feng, it whimpered twice, tucked its tail between its legs, and shrank behind the door.

Even beasts feared the aura of a Fourth-Stage Martial Ancestor.

Lin Feng pushed the door open.

A wave of scorching heat hit him in the face.

The inside of the forge was even darker than the outside. A furnace glowed red in the corner, and the clang of hammer on metal rang out.

A burly, dark-skinned man with his shirt off was at the anvil. One blow sent sparks flying