The Blacksmith Qingxu

When Zhang Yang saw Qingxu, he was stunned.

So this was how you cultivated the Divine Dao?

Granted, blacksmithing was also meant to help ordinary people, and it could indeed earn Vow Power.

But...

No wonder none of you had returned to the mountain for a full three years.

If you could cultivate much Divine Power this way, that would truly be a ghost story.

Qingxu was also stunned when he saw Zhang Yang.

"Why are you here?" Qingxu asked in surprise.

"The Prodigy Battlefield will open in a few months," Zhang Yang said irritably. "Don't tell me you forgot?"

"Oh, so soon..." Qingxu scratched his head. "I've been blacksmithing lately and haven't paid attention to this matter."

Just then, a village woman approached, calling from afar, "Blacksmith Zhang, is the sickle I ordered ready?"

"It's ready!" Qingxu replied.

The village woman happily stepped up and handed Qingxu a pork leg. Smiling, she said, "My man hunted a wild boar and saved a leg for you... Master Zhang, the things you forge are truly useful. My man killed that wild boar with a single thrust of his spear."

"Blacksmith Zhang?" Zhang Yang asked, shooting Qingxu a sidelong glance.

"Eh, where is this young man from? Are you here to have something forged too? Our village's Master Zhang makes very useful things. You should buy a few more," the village woman warmly introduced.

Since Zhang Yang was there, Qingxu hurriedly told the village woman, "Take your sickle and go."

"Alright! Thank you!" The village woman happily took the sickle and left.

Zhang Yang looked at Qingxu strangely and asked, "Your surname is really Zhang?"

Qingxu explained, "I just picked a name at random. It was mainly for gaining insight into the cultivation of the Divine Dao."

"Is that so?" Zhang Yang