Chapter 410: Chapter 16: Mishap (Part 2)

Before coming here, Mei Zhenyu mentioned to Chen Tang.

Sword Casting Manor has a total of four Manor Masters.

Each Manor Master specializes in forging a slightly different form of treasure sword.

The Great Manor Master excels at forging swords that are suitable for the masses, neither too hard nor too soft.

The Second Manor Master is best at crafting soft swords as thin as cicada wings.

The Third Manor Master is skilled in crafting swords of special forms; for example, the Golden Snake Sword once famous in Jianghu came from this Master’s hands.

The Fourth Manor Master specializes in crafting short swords.

After speaking, Feng Ming was about to walk outside with the box containing the flying swords.

Snap!

Before he took two steps, a broad hand was placed on his shoulder, pressing him down instantly!

A massive force weighed on his shoulder, rendering him unable to move!

“Steward Feng, leave the box here first.”

A voice came from behind, calm yet exuding an undeniable authority.

A glint of cold light flashed in Feng Ming’s eyes, then he smiled and said, “Of course, I was a bit hasty.”

The hand on his shoulder slightly lifted.

Feng Ming took a gentle breath, set the box aside, and turned to glance back.

The one who stopped him was actually that inconspicuous young man with a bent bow.

“Please wait a moment, I’ll be right back.”

Feng Ming smiled slightly and walked outside, with two guards following closely behind.

As he left, Feng Ming smiled again at the four, slowly closing the door behind him.

The sound of Feng Ming’s footsteps became fainter and fainter outside the door.

Chen Tang’s eyes were profound, lost in thought.

The expression of Steward Feng when he saw the flying swords seemed unusual, with a hint of oddness.

Moreover, after Steward Feng left, he left those two guards behind.

“Brother Chen, what’s wrong?”

Noticing Chen Tang’s different expression, Mei Zhenyu asked.

Chen Tang said softly, “I feel something is not right.”

“What?”

Mei Zhenyu was momentarily stunned, then responded, probing, “You’re worried that Sword Casting Manor might covet the flying swords you brought?”

Chen Tang remained silent.

He couldn’t quite explain it, perhaps that was part of the reason.

Seeing Chen Tang not speak, Mei Zhenyu assumed he agreed and smiled, “Brother Chen, you’re overthinking. Sword Casting Manor has a hundred-year legacy; it wasn’t easy to reach its current scale. Its reputation is well-known; why would it covet a few flying swords?”

“Flying swords aren’t particularly rare, Sword Casting Manor has seen all kinds of good materials, why would it risk its century-old reputation for this?”

Chen Tang did not explain.

If they were ordinary flying swords, perhaps Sword Casting Manor had seen them.

But the seven flying swords in his box came from a Nascent Soul True Monarch!

“Yes, yes.”

Zhu Lingxue chimed in, “For years, Sword Casting Manor has had an excellent reputation in Jianghu, not only forging weapons for various Jianghu sects. I heard that even some weapons of the Northern Expedition Army were crafted by Sword Casting Manor.”

Chen Tang couldn’t quite explain it; he just felt something was off.

He turned his head to look at Ah Li beside him, showing a questioning expression.

Ah Li understood Chen Tang’s intention and nodded.

Ah Li had a supernormal perception of danger!

This was something even some veterans of Jianghu could not match.

Ah Li’s gesture meant she confirmed Chen Tang’s suspicions.

Chen Tang said, “Before Steward Feng left, he left two guards behind, probably to watch us.”

Mei Zhenyu hadn’t noticed this.

Upon Chen Tang’s mention, he had some thoughts.

Zhu Lingxue said, “After all, we are guests of the Manor, leaving two guards so we can make any requests at any time, that’s normal, right?”

“Brother Chen, don’t overthink it.”

But suddenly Mei Zhenyu stood up and walked towards the outside.

Upon reaching the door, as he opened it, he saw two guards standing on either side of the entrance.

“When will Steward Feng return?”

Mei Zhenyu asked with a smile.

“Very soon, please wait a bit.”

One guard looked at Mei Zhenyu, his expression quite tense, and his hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist.

“I’m stepping out for a moment.”

Mei Zhenyu said, “I left something outside.”

As he raised his foot to step outside, the two guards quickly moved, blocking the doorway and stopping Mei Zhenyu.

“Friend, our Manor Master will be here shortly. Please wait a while longer.”

A guard said in a deep voice, “If you’ve lost something, you can fetch it later.”

Mei Zhenyu smiled and said, “What you two said is absolutely right.”

With that, Mei Zhenyu turned back and walked inside.

A guard closed the door once more.

As he turned around, Mei Zhenyu’s expression had already turned slightly grave.

Even though he was unwilling to believe it, he knew in his heart that Chen Tang’s suspicion might not be wrong!

Yet he truly couldn’t fathom why the Sword Casting Manor would risk its century-old reputation over a few flying swords.

“Something’s not right.”

Mei Zhenyu said solemnly, “Brother Chen, what do you plan to do?”

Chen Tang’s ears twitched as he heard a cacophony of footsteps rushing in their direction, estimating around a dozen people.

“We’ll adapt to the situation.”

Chen Tang said calmly.

Mei Zhenyu snorted coldly and raised the long sword in his hand, speaking in a heavy voice, “Brother Chen, rest assured. As long as I’m here, I won’t let the Sword Casting Manor act recklessly today!”

“I refuse to believe the Sword Casting Manor would really stoop to such shameless acts!”

No matter what, he was the one who recommended Chen Tang to come to the Sword Casting Manor.

If the Sword Casting Manor made things difficult for Chen Tang, he would not stand idly by.

Chen Tang thought for a moment and added, “It’s best if the two of you don’t reveal the name of your sect to avoid trouble.”

At that moment, Mei Zhenyu also heard the chaotic footsteps outside the door.

The next moment, the door was forcefully pushed open.

A middle-aged man in splendid attire walked in, his gaze sweeping over Chen Tang and the three others, pausing briefly on the long box before fixing on Chen Tang.

Behind him, over a dozen guards filed in, including Feng Ming from before.

“May I know your esteemed name?”

This time, Mei Zhenyu stood out on his own and asked in a deep voice.

“I am the fourth-ranked at the Sword Casting Manor.”

Fourth Manor Master said lightly, not even glancing at Mei Zhenyu, but stared intently at Chen Tang, saying, “I heard from Feng Ming that you have a few superior flying swords. Let me see them.”

“This is an expert!”

Chen Tang was also observing the Fourth Manor Master.

While he couldn’t precisely determine the other’s cultivation realm, he should be at the Third Grade, or even beyond!

This person’s temples had no obvious bulge.

And the sense of oppression he brought into the room could not possibly come from a Fifth Grade Martial Artist.

Chen Tang remained expressionless as he handed over the box in his hand.

Not knowing the other’s intentions, he didn’t rush.

Fourth Manor Master took the box, opened the lid, and couldn’t help but make a sound of surprise.

“This is…”

Fourth Manor Master reached out with two fingers, squeezing a flying sword, gently rubbing the sword’s edge with his fingertips.

Fourth Manor Master’s face changed slightly.

This flying sword likely belonged to the Nascent Soul Level!

A Nascent Soul True Monarch is equivalent to a Grandmaster in martial arts.

Where could this young man possibly have obtained seven Nascent Soul level flying swords?

“Young man, you look unfamiliar to me. Which sect are you from?”

Fourth Manor Master asked suddenly.

“No sect or faction.”

Chen Tang replied calmly.

Fourth Manor Master questioned further, “Where did you get these flying swords?”

“I picked them up.”

Chen Tang responded the same way.

“Heh.”

Fourth Manor Master chuckled softly at first, then his face darkened, shouting, “Nonsense! How could such flying swords be just picked up!”

“Fourth Manor Master.”

Chen Tang, with no change in expression, spoke slowly, “I came here to request the crafting of treasure swords. If you can’t forge them, I’ll leave now. As for where these flying swords came from, it’s none of your concern.”

“Hmph!”

Fourth Manor Master no longer concealed his intentions, sneering coldly, “You think you can come and go from the Sword Casting Manor as you please!”

“Fourth Manor Master, your words are inappropriate!”

Mei Zhenyu stood up and said loudly, “As guests of the Sword Casting Manor, we came requesting the crafting of treasure swords, yet you want to detain us. What does that mean?”

“I suspect you’re in league with the Profound Celestial Demon Master. Otherwise, how could you have such flying swords!”

Fourth Manor Master waved his hand and ordered, “Take them down! Imprison them and interrogate them harshly!”

Almost simultaneously, Chen Tang also spoke the words, “Take action!”

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