Cheon Mubaeck left the finishing touches of the debate to Zhuge Seola and left the Kong Family Mansion.

<The Iron God is crying.>

The phrase written on the letter that had been delivered from the Yukga Ironworks.

It was news that could not help but make Cheon Mubaeck, who had been thinking of leaving after slowly watching the debate, fidget.

The Iron God soon referred to Cheon Mubaeck’s Iron God Ancient Sword.

The fact that the Iron God was letting out a sword cry would mean that it was finally completed with the black meteorite iron.

Upon hearing the news, even the great Cheon Mubaeck became impatient.

‘To think that I’ve had a sword by my side for my whole life, no, for a tiresome amount of time, and I’m still not tired of it. I’m really something.’

A hollow laugh came out of him.

Although he had never let go of a sword in his numerous reincarnations, to think that he would become so impatient even though he had let it go for less than a month.

Cheon Mubaeck headed to the Yukga Ironworks with only Neung-heo.

When he rushed to the ironworks, an unexpected scene unfolded before his eyes.

The ironworks, which had seemed quiet enough due to the strict security of the warriors, with no one coming and going nearby, was in a state of chaos.

A crowd had gathered as if they had come to a market.

What was more surprising was that the warriors were not blocking the crowd that was coming in with the gates open.

Wasn’t it a place where entry itself was difficult unless it was a special occasion?

As Cheon Mubae-ck tilted his head, Neung-heo, who had noticed right away, found out the reason.

“What’s the situation?”

“They say it’s a market day when you go. That’s exactly what it is. It’s the day when the ironworks opens its doors on a set day.”

“They’re opening the doors?”

“Since the weapons of the Yukga Ironworks are treated as so precious, only famous warriors, families with deep roots, or giant sects can obtain them. The previous owner was wary of some classes monopolizing their weapons, so he set a day like this and opened the doors. So that anyone can come and buy the weapons that have been made so far.”

“Anyone?”

“Well, it’s to allow people who have no fame or whose sects are not powerful to get their hands on the weapons.”

“But if there aren’t enough weapons, the only people who can buy them will be people with some money, right?”

“I hear there are quite a lot. They don’t just make what’s ordered, but there are many weapons that have been made with the craftsman’s soul poured into them. Thanks to that, the craftsmen’s skills also rise. What can you do about the price?”

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head at Neung-heo’s explanation. It was not a bad method.

Since it seemed like they were clearing out their inventory, it would also be helpful in a financial sense.

But what Cheon Mubaeck paid attention to was not the financial reason.

‘That old man, for a craftsman, his head works well.’

The absolute majority of the martial world were ordinary martial artists who could not become first-rate.

No matter how large the Nine Great Sects or the Five Great Families were, what made up the martial world were the countless ordinary martial artists like grains of sand.

He provided the weapons of the ironworks to such martial artists as well.

Just by that, the prestige of the ironworks was bound to rise considerably.

Because that was what a weapon was to a martial artist.

Of course, it was not an easy task to enter the ironworks.

Demons, villains, and public enemies of the martial world were strictly forbidden from entering.

Even in the midst of the hustle and bustle, a long line had formed in front of the main gate of the ironworks.

“Shall I go to that warrior and tell him that the Lord has come?”

“It’s alright. Let’s just stand in line.”

Since the previous owner had sent a letter himself, he would be able to pass quickly just by showing it.

But Cheon Mubaeck did not do so.

He respected the rules that the ironworks had set up, and old memories also faintly came to mind.

‘In those days when iron was so precious, I really struggled to find a good sword.’

A very early reincarnation.

Because he had remembered, at least a little, the appearance of his past self who had been running around to get a good sword, from the warriors who were standing in line.

Looking at the appearance of the warriors standing in line, the past naturally came to mind.

Warriors from humble families or insignificant sects who could not obtain the weapons of the ironworks in the first place.

Some were just wandering warriors who roamed the martial world with a single sword, and some were middle-aged warriors whose faces were engraved with the storms of the world.

Most were second-rate, and at best, first-rate was the limit.

Cheon Mubaeck’s gaze, which had been scanning the warriors, stopped.

It was a female swordsman with a pretty face. Her build was small. She would probably come up to Cheon Mubaeck’s chest. A slightly exotic appearance. Her white face and features were slightly different from those of the Central Plains people. A young age that seemed to be in her mid-teens.

‘Her internal energy seems to be at least at the first-rate level?’

First-rate at only her mid-teens?

Of course, it was not so great as to be astonished. Looking at the prestigious families or the Nine Great Sects, how many rising stars were there who had already surpassed the first-rate and were looking at the peak in their teens?

But if they had such a great background, would there be a reason to stand in line here and buy a weapon?

Since the people gathered here were from humble families or insignificant sects.

The fact that she was at the first-rate realm in her mid-teens was quite surprising.

Of course, it was not that he had looked at her just because of her first-rate realm.

Not just a simple first-rate, but…

At that moment, the swordsman glanced at Cheon Mubaeck.

No matter how dull a person was, if someone looked at them from right next to them, they would notice, and moreover, wasn’t she a martial artist with a sensitive sense of qi?

“…”

Cheon Mubaeck did not avoid her gaze.

If he were to turn his gaze away here, he might be misunderstood as peeking.

As Cheon Mubaeck did not avoid her gaze even after meeting her eyes, the female swordsman’s fine brow narrowed.

“…What is it?”

A sharp wariness was thick in her voice. Only then did Neung-heo, whose gaze had been elsewhere, turn his head and pay attention.

“What is it. Lord, did you pick a fight again?”

“Pick a fight. Neung-heo. Have you ever seen me pick a fight with someone?”

“Countless times.”

“I’ll have to study some math.”

“Didn’t you see my family? I don’t fall behind in academics either.”

“Stop it.”

Cheon Mubaeck shook his head and took a fist and palm salute to the female swordsman.

“I have been very rude. Young Lady. I felt that your qi was sharp and outstanding, and I was rude without realizing it. I apologize.”

At the quite polite posture, the female swordsman, who had reacted sharply, hurriedly took a fist and palm salute.

Since he looked like a child from a wealthy family with a guard, she was also a little intimidated.

“No. Uh… are you a martial artist? You felt my qi?”

“Since I have come to the ironworks, although I am lacking, I am also a martial artist.”

“Ah, I see.”

Saying so, she glanced at his waist and tilted her head slightly.

She must have found it strange since there was not a single sword at his waist.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly.

As he came to handle the immortal energy of the middle dantian, not only the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art of the upper dantian, but also the supreme yin energy that had been coiled in the lower dantian had quietly hidden its appearance.

Since Cheon Mubaeck had already reached the realm of world-severing, who could peek at Cheon Mubaeck’s realm?

The female swordsman would probably think that Cheon Mubaeck was a rich family’s child who had been raised delicately and had never even held a sword.

“Did you also come to get a weapon from the Yukga, Young Master?”

“Hmm, that’s right.”

“Looking at your appearance, it seems you can get a weapon from the ironworks even if it’s not today. Ah, did I ask a rude question?”

Was it because she was young? She was more talkative than he had thought. Or perhaps because she had been traveling alone until now, she might have been lonely. Cheon Mubaeck shook his head.

“It’s not a place with enough prestige to get a weapon from the Yukga Ironworks.”

“Well, it’s hard to get a weapon from the ironworks. The weapons made by the current owner are all treated as masterpieces. I’m going to get one today if I get the chance.”

“Are the weapons made by the owner also being released today?”

“Didn’t you know? Among the weapons displayed inside, there are also weapons made by the owner. I heard that they are sold at a reasonable price to those who recognize their value.”

“Value…”

“Since it’s not written who made it, you have to recognize the value of the weapon yourself.”

“You seem confident.”

“Even if I look like this, I know a thing or two about swords. If you’re going to get a sword, Young Master, I can help you a little.”

Neung-heo, who was next to him, chuckled.

To think that she would help Cheon Mubaeck choose a sword. To show such kindness to a stranger, was her innate character good?

“The weapons made by the current owner are treated as divine weapons, but what about the weapons made by the previous owner, Yuk Seok-gong?”

“They must be great.”

“You can’t just say they’re great! Among the weapons of the heroes of the Righteous-Demonic War, there wasn’t one that didn’t go through Yuk Seok-gong’s hands. How could it be that even the Demonic Cult had ordered to capture him alive somehow instead of killing him?”

The female swordsman’s eyes sparkled.

“I would have no wish if I could just hold a weapon he made. Since he doesn’t hold a hammer anymore, I’ll never be able to see a newly made weapon.”

As they were talking like that, the line quickly shortened.

The female swordsman, who was in front of Cheon Mubaeck, quickly finished her words and revealed her identity to the gatekeeper.

“I am Yu Seoryeong of Qinghai. I don’t have a moniker yet. I don’t have a sect either.”

It was not a particularly special identity. But the peculiar thing was that she was from Qinghai.

Because she had come from the west of the Central Plains to the east end.

Since there was no problem, Yu Seoryeong passed through in one go.

Next was Cheon Mubaeck and Neung-heo.

Cheon Mubaeck presented the letter that Yuk Seok had sent. Seeing the letter with Yuk Seok-gong’s own handwriting and seal, the gatekeeper flinched, looked at Cheon Mubaeck, and then quickly left.

“P-please wait a moment.”

As the gatekeeper went inside in a fright, Yu Seoryeong, who had passed first, tilted her head.

But soon, the question was resolved.

A murmur spread among the people inside. It became bustling, and the craftsmen who were in the ironworks hurriedly stood up and bowed their heads. As the craftsmen of the ironworks, whose pride seemed to pierce the sky, all paid their respects at once, the crowd’s gaze was focused on one place.

“It’s Yuk, Yuk Seok-gong!”

“The previous owner, Yuk Seok-gong?”

“My goodness! Wasn’t he retired?”

The appearance of the previous owner and master craftsman, Yuk Seok, who was known to have retired, literally caused a commotion.

It was natural for the craftsmen in the ironworks to stand up and bow their heads, and the surprised gazes of the visitors who had come in did not leave Yuk Seok.

Yuk Seok walked without hesitation, regardless of the reactions around him.

As he approached the gate, Yu Seoryeong, who was still in front of the main gate, was startled and looked around. Because it seemed as if he were approaching her.

But Yuk Seok passed Yu Seoryeong and stopped in front of none other than Cheon Mubaeck.

And then he said as if he were shouting in a loud voice.

“You damn bastard! It’s been a while since it was completed, but you’re only coming now? A martial artist who can’t even use his lightness skill!”

“Is it all finished?”

“It’s finished! I held the hammer myself and hammered it without a day’s rest. Shouldn’t the person who will use the sword himself check if it’s well made?”

Although the words were rough and the voice was high, the crowd all knew. It was an attitude that could be shown because they were informal and friendly.

“I’m sure it’s a good sword even if I don’t see it.”

“Hmph! I’ve never seen a martial artist who did well after asserting without checking the sword he will use himself. If you have the false name of Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, you should see it yourself and evaluate it. Criticize it sharply and find fault. Because I have to make a perfect sword.”

The ironworks, which had been as quiet as a dead mouse, became noisy again.

“Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero!”

“The protector of Shaolin, the challenger of Mount Hua and Jongnam. Is that him?”

“Hah! He looks so young. Is that young master really a person who has long since surpassed the rising star…”

“To think that he is the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, Cheon Mubaeck. Well, does the reputation of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero have to be that great for the previous owner to come out and greet him in person?”

“No. Even if the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero’s reputation is high, it’s not to the extent that Yuk Seok-gong would recently hold a hammer and make a weapon…”

“Are you saying that the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero is that great?”

As the noise, as if he had come to the middle of a market, rang in his ears, Yuk Seok showed his uncomfortable feelings as they were.

“Tsk. Why did you stand in line and wait? You should have just jumped over the wall. Let’s go in. I’ll show you my masterpiece.”

Cheon Mubaeck and Neung-heo followed behind Yuk Seok.

Cheon Mubaeck, who was following behind like that, glanced back. There was Yu Seoryeong, who was looking at him with wide eyes.

“Will you look at my sword in a little while?”

“What?”

“Didn’t you say you would look at it earlier?”

“That, that’s…”

“Since it’s a promise, please look at it in a little while.”

“Yes, yes! I will!”

Cheon Mubaeck smiled slightly and followed behind Yuk Seok again.

Neung-heo stuck to him.

“I’m going to tell Young Lady Zhuge.”

“Tell her what?”

“That you’re flirting around.”

“Are you only thinking of new nonsense in your head every day?”

“Why are you interested? She’s a pretty great talent. But is she worth the Lord’s interest? At best, she’s first-rate.”

“You still have a long way to go.”

Cheon Mubaeck looked at Neung-heo with a pathetic look.

Neung-heo tilted his head.

“A long way to go?”

“The fact that you only saw a first-rate means that the female swordsman is great, but your eyes are still far from it.”

“No, what…”

As Neung-heo tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.

Yuk Seok, who had arrived at the workshop, said.

“Ah, there’s something you need to know before you see it.”

“Something I need to know?”

“Yes.”

Yuk Seok’s eyes, which had trailed off, shone meaningfully.

(End of Chapter)

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