Xu Yang still wanted to kill an exotic beast for meat, but unfortunately, the Green-Scaled Eagle did not appear again for several days.
His days gradually settled into a quiet routine. He cultivated every day, little different from his life on Blazing Fire Peak at the Violet Sun Gate. The only difference was that he cut back on practicing the Blood Prison Heart Saber Scripture, stopping at a reasonable point each time instead of exhausting all his mental strength.
There was plenty of iron at the mine, and it cost nothing. He began finding time to practice the Weapon-Forging Art.
The Weapon-Forging Art consisted of more than just the Thousand-Forging Art. The Thousand-Forging Art was its foundation, but beyond that, there were Rough-Blank Forging, Shaping, Edge-Sharpening, and Quenching, all of which required practice accumulated day after day.
No matter how well he mastered the Thousand-Forging Art, it would probably be useless if the saber he forged came out hideously ugly.
The Iron-Refining Hand and Weapon-Nurturing Art also needed to be practiced steadily.
Over these next few months, he could use the ordinary iron here to hone his skills.
Time slowly passed. Xu Yang immersed himself in cultivation and forging. The unrecognizable objects he had produced at first gradually took on distinct shapes, until his sabers looked like sabers and his swords like swords.
One day, several figures appeared five miles outside the mine. Five figures, to be precise.
They were Cao Jin, Luo Xin, and the others, who intended to snuff Xu Yang out in his cradle.
Once Xu Yang matured, they would be doomed. Thus, even though the sect might discover that they had killed one of the Ten Elites, they had no choice but to take the risk. "Stop here. Moon Lake is just ahead." Luo Xin raised