The days passed one by one.
The forge fire in the blacksmith shop's backyard burned fiercely every day.
During the day, Su Li followed Old Buck in forging heavy hoes and iron plows.
At night, once the old couple and Saina had fallen asleep, he shut himself in the yard.
The Sword Spirit Root cheat was simply too overbearing; it required no complicated movements to guide it.
As long as Su Li picked up that thirty-pound sledgehammer, the free aether in the air would rush madly through his pores and into his meridians.
He gradually figured it out. This so-called aether was actually extremely inferior spiritual energy. With a cultivation physique like his absorbing aether, it was like a dragon drawing in water.
He gathered up all the useless scraps of iron slag and tossed them back into the furnace.
The sledgehammer came crashing down, sending sparks flying in every direction.
Every strike carried aether deliberately guided by him. The impurities were forcibly hammered out, and the pig iron turned directly into refined steel.
While the iron was hot, Su Li forged the refined steel into compact daggers and sharp longswords. During the quenching process, the aether within him flowed through his fingers and into the blades.
Every few days, Su Li made a trip to Grey Gull Port.
Whenever One-Eyed Dragon Old Jack saw Su Li now, he was happier than if he had seen his own father.
In the underground black market, these aether-infused enchanted weapons were incredibly sought after. Mercenaries and gang assassins who lived by the blade would beat each other's brains out just to buy one of Su Li's daggers.
Su Li felt that Old Jack took far too large a cut in the middle. The man was nothing but a vampire.
So he simply