The Human-Demon King Descends

"Finally, I can forge middle-grade treasured swords."

By now, Ye Chen could forge a superior low-grade treasured sword with his eyes closed. In low-grade sword-forging, if he had not reached the pinnacle, he was at least thoroughly proficient, able to do it with effortless ease.

After preparing the middle-grade materials, Ye Chen immediately began forging.

A week later, the first middle-grade treasured sword came out of the furnace.

This middle-grade treasured sword was three feet eight inches long. Its hilt was dark cyan, its blade gleamed with cold light and exuded wisps of flame. With only a trace of True Essence poured into it, a foot-long flaming Sword Light burst forth with sizzling sounds.

The benefits of having a solid foundation had appeared. This fire-attributed middle-grade treasured sword was not low quality, but medium quality. One had to know that the first low-grade treasured sword Ye Chen had forged had been low quality, while forging middle-grade treasured swords was not merely one or two times harder—it was at least five times more difficult.

"The treasured swords I forge in a year by myself could probably ensure that any Seventh-Rank sword sect never lacks swords."

Ye Chen smiled and muttered to himself.

"But a Seventh-Rank sword sect does not have a Half-Step King, much less someone who is both a Half-Step King and a legendary swordsmith."

Murong Qingcheng descended from the crater.

"That's true."

Ye Chen nodded. For a Seventh-Rank Sect to produce a Half-Step King was already a miracle. For that Half-Step King to also be a legendary swordsmith was no longer a miracle, but a legend. Yet on second thought, he seemed to meet both conditions. Were not the Flowing Cloud Sect and the Ye Family both Seventh-Rank factions?

"How has your cultivation been?" Ye Chen asked.

Murong Qingcheng