Embers Su Yuniang examined the Sword Fairy, and the group of old blacksmiths, as well as the refugees tricked into the inn.
Sighing inwardly, she thought they had some work ahead.
The Sword Fairy pulled Su Yuniang aside, whispering to her:
"Axe Brother and these villagers have good character, but lack skills. The leader, Axe Brother, is of the combat flow type and can stay at the foot of the mountain."
Su Yuniang understood.
The Sword Fairy wanted to save them.
After all, going up the mountain and arriving at the inn meant death for all except those with life professions!
No matter how good a combat profession you have, the blacksmiths fear that after going offline, you might suddenly go berserk and attack everyone.
Such cultivators are unstable elements.
Absolutely not allowed.
Currently, the mountain only accepts non-combat weakling life profession cards.
Su Yuniang gave them some face: "I'll let him lead this group of villagers here, while the rest go up the mountain to the inn. No problem, right?"
The Sword Fairy nodded, the remaining ones were not good people.
Going up the mountain would be getting rid of harm to the people, given that wandering ghosts are hidden dangers.
Su Yuniang lowered her voice: "Those going up the mountain will also be drawn into cards, but we won't eliminate them too early. Let them stay, and once the exchange ends, we'll deal with them."
This was their mercy.
Conducting card drawing in front of guests tends to leave a bad impression!
Su Yuniang ran to communicate with Axe Brother, letting them stay at the foot of the mountain, and then continued leading a group up the mountain. The source of this content ɪs novelFirｅ.net
Zhang Jinseng and several old blacksmith leaders silently watched this scene, somewhat puzzled.
"Please board the carriage,"
Su Yuniang smiled: "In winter, the mountain roads are tough."
Just then, people noticed a high rope that ran from the mountain top to the bottom, with a carriage hanging on it.
In the sunlight, the carriage showed fantastic vibrant colors that only weapons possess.
Spectating villagers now showed expressions of astonishment, never having seen such a creation.
The blacksmiths have long experimented with many mixed spirit roots, eventually choosing goosegrass and the painting card.
Other eliminated spiritual roots magical artifacts were made into various interesting creative little toys.
Not practical, hard to sell.
But some were quite fun.
Especially the imaginative blacksmiths, tinkering with these gadgets in their free time.
They came to play games, and fun was all that mattered.
A villager sat in the carriage, softly exclaimed: "So comfortable, can I sit here? Isn't this the kind of magical artifact used by high-level cultivators? I can also experience moments of flight."
"Is this the sect of immortals?" Another villager gleefully remarked.
Nearby old blacksmiths also got into the carriage with smiles, finding it quite amusing.
They boarded the carriage and began quickly moving.
At this moment, it was early morning, sunny, with tree seas below being stirred by the wind, surging, presenting a land of great landscapes.
The carriage rapidly accelerated.
The speed like wind and lightning made the group of refugees scream wildly, the wind pouring into their ears and noses, forming a different kind of thrill.
"I've experienced it; is this what it feels like for immortals to fly?"
"Are these the mountains?"
The villagers gradually became cheerful.
Indeed, the tales of mountain adventures were true.
This was a magical journey they had never experienced in their lifetime.
Was this seeking immortals? Could we cultivate? Live with immortals?
Stories from novels and storytellers in taverns filled the villagers' minds.
Several old men and women faced the strong wind, exchanging glances, seeing interest in each other's eyes.
It seemed they found this mountain reception quite fascinating.
The two steam tanks behind the carriage were some sort of magical artifacts that could spray gas.
They considered many spells and divine techniques involving wind series demon beast enchantments, wind movement technique, wind smoke technique... found them unlike anything seen before.
Could it be yet another new weapon beyond painting cards and frenzy weapons?
Or a wholly new demon beast material?
These elderly folks suddenly felt young again, with curious hearts ignited amidst the howling wind and villagers' screams.
Quickly, as the carriage climbed, they encountered Dizzy and Erya who were collecting.
The two were timid, somewhat nervously looking up at the group.
After a moment of nervousness, Dizzy continued holding an electric saw, merrily sawing wood.
Zhang Jinseng poked his head out the window, seeing Dizzy cutting trees midway up, surprised:
"Rotating saw blade, is that a tooth sword?"
"No, tooth sword type magical artifacts are middle-grade artifacts; the weapon the other party holds clearly lacks power, only able to cut ordinary trees."
"Thus, it's a type of low tier magical artifact we haven't seen before?"
"Not knowing what low-tier demon beast's talent this is."
Their enigmatic presence seemed to exude mystery, different heritage, and foundations.
Even the style and form of weapon forging appeared as artworks, pursuing aesthetics.
Before even ascending, they encountered two new varieties of weapons beyond the painting card and frenzy weapons.
Who knows what wondrous things await them on the mountain.
Even though these toy magical artifacts were evidently low-level, with low applicability, they were treated as simple low-level toys by the other party.
More intriguing was the inability to discern the source of their weapons.
After all, they would never guess the true nature of these weapons,
For some, just a tree-cutting axe, or a cumbersome carriage, could cost the lives of two scholars who had studied diligently for years, successfully achieving the Three Flowers and carp leaping into the dragon's gate!
The Sword Fairy, seeing the curiosity of these elderly folks, suddenly recalled a previous complaint from the manor's young blacksmiths:
"Every weapon forged, there's a scholar being killed for profit, there's no transaction without murder, do you care about this? No, you care only about how good-looking this weapon is!"
Continuing up the mountain.
As they ascended, the manor gradually came into view.
Approaching their destination, Zhang Jinseng's anticipation grew stronger; is the manor really forging a divine weapon?
If that were the case, participating in the forge, witnessing the birth of an extraordinary weapon would certainly satisfy him.
If successful, this Sword Casting Manor would be famous, echoing across Xinyi Continent, wouldn't it?
He gently sighed and continued briskly forward, the manor's outline growing larger.
Distinctive tall tower buildings and rows of structures presented an exotic aesthetic distinct from local styles.
Soon, the carriage stopped.
Upon disembarking, several villagers were still shaken, feeling a similar thrill as getting off a roller coaster, feeling dizzy.
They didn't even realize their heads were blown to pieces, silently fixing them back.
The knowledgeable elderly folks didn't mind these ghost villagers acting abroad, calmly treating them as ordinary villagers.
"Let's keep walking," Su Yuniang smiled.
They walked together, journeying the last leg.
At the manor's entrance stood an ancient door exuding a lustrous hue, inscribed with characters in a flowing script.
Several elderly folks raised their heads, looking at the text on either side of the manor: "This is!?"
[When the candle extinguishes, embers remain, the burning soul and scorching spirit still persist]
[Life forged in the furnace, blade, spear, sword, and halberd continue forth]
The magnificent vision poured from the ink, profoundly stirring everyone's hearts.