Half an hour later, Huang Zhengyang finally lowered his head and stopped staring at the sky.
The smile at the corners of his mouth slowly widened until his whole face was wreathed in smiles. "Haha, congratulations, Mr. Chu! The great work is complete!"
Chu Zhiyuan handed the Golden Sword to Huang Zhengyang with a smile. "It was because of this."
Huang Zhengyang took the Golden Sword, and his hand immediately sank an inch under its weight.
He gave a surprised "Eh?" and stared at the Golden Sword.
With his current cultivation, almost nothing, no matter how heavy, could make him unable to hold it steady.
This Golden Sword did not look heavy, yet it was astonishingly weighty—at least a thousand jin.
That was rather strange. It was nearly impossible for it to be this heavy, far beyond all convention and common sense.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "I condensed it from all the gold powder I scraped off."
"So much gold powder?"
"More than I imagined." Chu Zhiyuan nodded. "How is this sword?"
After swinging it once, Huang Zhengyang felt only heaviness—ever-growing heaviness. He could barely hold it, and it nearly slipped from his hand and fell.
"Fine sword," he praised, hurriedly handing it back to Chu Zhiyuan.
It was a fine sword, merely far too heavy and unsuitable for him.
Chu Zhiyuan took it and lightly, smoothly swung it twice, a smile on his lips. "Fine sword."
In his hands, the sword moved as readily as an arm or finger, perfectly melding lightness with weight.
The heavy longsword required only the slightest force to command with ease.
His face was full of smiles.
Given time, this sword could develop a spirit.
Its unique material was even superior to the Jade Sky Sword in his possession.
Though the Jade Sky Sword had