"This is... could it be that Black Blade!?" After seeing half of it, the swordsmith roughly determined which Famous Sword sword was in his hand, but he was still somewhat incredulous, and said.
"Hmm, it seems you already guessed it, sir!"
"Indeed, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the Famous Sword that was renowned throughout the world hundreds of years ago, the Black Blade Rain Burial, one of the twenty-one Great Grade Sword!" As soon as he finished speaking, the swordsmith drew it completely. Before he could even rejoice at the sight of such a rare treasure, he was stunned by what he saw.
"This... this... this is Rain Burial?! It's broken?!" The swordsmith could hardly believe his eyes. He rubbed the sword repeatedly to confirm, hoping he was seeing things, but the sword before him was indeed the legendary treasure that had been celebrated by the world. But most importantly, it was... broken!!
"Young man, what exactly happened? Why was the Black Blade Rain Burial, one of the Great Grade Sword and even one of the rarest among them, broken?!"
"If you can't explain this matter clearly, even if I can't beat you, I will still seek justice for it!!" Immediately afterward, the burly swordsmith glared fiercely at Luo Chen, completely disregarding the difference in their strength, and loudly questioned him.
"Uh..." Seeing his angry eyes, Luo Chen knew the other party wanted a convincing answer. Although he didn't have to answer, doing so might offend more swordsmiths on the island, so Luo Chen didn't intend to hide anything and said directly, "Uncle, calm down, don't be angry. I'll explain this to you right now!"
Luo Chen knew that the other party's reaction was simply due to his extraordinary affection for swords and the inability to bear seeing such a broken and Famous Sword in front of him, so he immediately tried to comfort him.
"Hmph, you probably don't know the origin of this sword, do you?!" The swordsmith ignored his words, snorted coldly, and continued speaking.
"Origin? Isn't Rain Burial just the sword of a once-famous great swordsman? Could it have some other origin?!" Upon hearing this, Luo Chen was very puzzled and asked.
"That's not what I'm referring to; I'm talking about its original source, the place from which it spread!"
"Uh... no way, could it be that Rain Burial...?"
"That's right, the Famous Sword Rain Burial originated from this island. It's a rare and renowned Famous Sword forged by master swordsmiths over hundreds of years."
"Originally, its appearance was a magnificent and moving chapter, but I never expected it to end up in your hands. Not only did it fail to gain fame, but you also broke it. Do you think we swordsmiths can tolerate such a thing?!" The swordsmith, because of the Rain Burial incident, was very rude to Luo Chen and said angrily.
After hearing these words, Luo Chen lowered his head in shame and said, "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault as an incompetent master, that's why it..."
" Luo Chen, this has nothing to do with..." Catherine immediately tried to comfort him when she saw his actions.
"Alright, go apologize to that clan's descendants for this. After all, this sword was forged by their ancestor, and how they punish you is their business. It has little to do with us outsiders. Take your sword and leave here quickly. The person you're looking for is at the back of the mountain!" The swordsmith waved his hand, completely ignoring Luo Chen's apology. He coldly told them their destination and then dismissed them.
"Hey... Uncle, you still haven't told us who that person is?! It's not good to leave things unsaid!!" Seeing Luo Chen turn around, Catherine hurriedly pressed him for an answer.
"You'll know when you get there. Also, that guy has quite a temper, especially when he sees his ancestor's sword being broken... Hehehe!!" Although he didn't explicitly say so, his words clearly revealed the other party's identity.
"Hmm... thank you, we understand. It doesn't matter if he scolds us, as long as we can reforge it, I can overcome any difficulty!!" The swordsmith's attitude was very cold, but Luo Chen still couldn't help but thank him, and then he and Catherine hurriedly headed to the back mountain.
Behind the hill, outside a simple, old wooden house secluded from the world, several burly men in black surrounded an old man with graying hair, who looked to be in his sixties.
clatter...
"Old man, don't be so stubborn! We're here on orders from our superiors to invite you over for a chat. How dare you refuse?!" The burly leader stepped forward, glaring fiercely at the old man who was still forging iron, and threatened him.
Bang... Bang... Bang...
The old man continued hammering away, seemingly oblivious to what they were saying, showing no reaction whatsoever, not even glancing up at them.
"Damn it... you old bastard, do you really think we're nothing?" After waiting for a while without getting a response, the burly man couldn't help but question him angrily.
Bang bang...
"I will not agree to what you are saying. Now leave and don't disturb my sword forging..." The old man stopped hammering after another strike, then raised his head and said to them.
"You damned old codger, do you really think we won't use brute force?! General, tie this old bastard up and take him back!!" The burly man was furious at the other party's attitude and immediately ordered his men to do it.
"Yes!!" The men accepted the order, walked up menacingly, and reached out to grab him.
"Hmph!!" Just as their hands were about to touch him, the old man snorted, stood up, and swung the large sledgehammer beside him at the men.
Swoosh...
Bang!!
Bang!!
Bang!!
He swung the hammer in a circle, knocking the attackers to the ground.
"Tch... A few mere brats, not even fully grown, yet they dare to threaten this old man?!" The old man didn't even glance at the burly man in black lying on the ground, but instead looked at the person threatening him and said with utter disdain.
clatter...
The man felt uneasy under the old man's gaze and couldn't help but take a step back. He clearly hadn't expected a blacksmith to be so strong. Of course, this was mainly because they were just ordinary people who were slightly stronger than average, and in the eyes of a strong person, they were nothing special.
"Hmph, old man, don't think we'll stop just because of this!!" The man's face showed some fear, but he forced a threat.
"A bunch of useless cowards who're all talk and no action, get out of here!!" The old man withdrew his gaze and roared at him and the men on the ground.
"Hmph... This matter won't end like this... Let's go!!" Hearing this, the man was unwilling, gritted his teeth and said a few harsh words to the old man, then led his men away in a sorry state.
clatter...
Just then, a short figure stepped out of the doorway, half-concealing himself, and timidly said to the old man, "Grandpa..."
"Oh~ dear grandson, what's wrong?!" Upon hearing this, the old man's expression immediately changed, and he turned to ask the short figure who had disappeared.
"Who were those people?! Why did they look so fierce?!" The figure appeared, revealing a little boy of about five or six years old, who was more delicate and cute than the old man. He gripped the threshold and asked in a low voice.
"Oh, those people are just some intimidating-looking young men. Don't be afraid of them. Watch me show you my skills, I'll take them down in no time!" The old man patted his chest and reassured him.