Starting as The Young Master of A Pharmacy, He Trained Swordsmanship in Seclusion For Twenty Years - Chapter 71
“Young friend, rest assured, our Liu Family Smithy is undoubtedly the best in Dengfeng County.”
“Coming to us, I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”
Liu Yi spoke with full confidence, then pointed to several wooden racks around the room.
“You’ve come at just the right time!”
“These are the finest weapons crafted over the past month.”
Lu Xuan’s eyes focused. Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped forward and walked straight to a rack filled with blades.
He then casually reached out and grabbed one. The blade was smooth and flawless, gleaming with a cold light!
Not bad at all.
The shopkeeper truly hadn’t been boasting.
This broadsword was made from the same fine iron as the one at his waist.
However, Lu Xuan wasn’t satisfied.
Even a blade this good would only last him a short while; it couldn’t withstand the power of the Blazing Flame Blade Technique.
“Shopkeeper Liu, do you have any blades better than this one?”
“For example, a blade that can endure extreme heat.”
Lu Xuan’s words left Liu Yi bewildered.
Weren’t all the blades on these racks capable of withstanding high temperatures?
If the young man hadn’t been acquainted with Shen Yuan, Liu Yi would have suspected someone was here to cause trouble.
“Extreme heat?”
“Young friend, aren’t all blades supposed to withstand high temperatures?”
“Moreover, the broadsword you’re holding is the finest among this batch.”
“Could it still not meet your requirements?”
Lu Xuan didn’t bother hiding his intentions. He placed the broadsword back on the rack and spoke plainly.
“It’s not enough. I already have a blade like this one. I’m looking for something better.”
Before Liu Yi could respond, Lu Xuan swiftly drew the blade from his waist.
He presented the weapon to Shen Yuan and Liu Yi.
The blade gleamed under the sunlight, but a charred, blackened area marred its center. Fine cracks spread from the scorched spot, as if it had endured unimaginable damage.
“This…”
At the sight of the blade in Lu Xuan’s hand, Liu Yi was immediately speechless.
It turned out the young man hadn’t been exaggerating or trying to deceive him.
Having forged weapons for most of his life, he could tell at a glance.
The quality of the blade in Lu Xuan’s hand was indeed superior.
“It seems I misjudged you, young friend.”
Liu Yi’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, then he looked at Lu Xuan curiously. “Young friend, could you tell me how this happened?”
Weapons were meant for self-defense. How could this young man’s blade have been exposed to such terrifying flames that even fine iron couldn’t withstand the heat?
He was genuinely curious about how Lu Xuan had managed it.
Shen Yuan, standing nearby, also watched Lu Xuan with great interest. It was his first time seeing a blade in such a state.
In his experience, weren’t blades just for cutting people?
“Shopkeeper Liu, do you have a better blade here or not?”
“If not, I’ll take the one I just held.”
Lu Xuan had no intention of demonstrating the Blazing Flame Blade Technique just to satisfy their curiosity.
Seeing that Lu Xuan wasn’t going to explain, Liu Yi’s curiosity intensified, growing dozens of times stronger.
Then, gritting his teeth as if he’d thought of something, Liu Yi made an offer.
“Young friend, yes!”
“I do have a blade better than any here.”
“But you must answer my question first.”
“Why does your blade bear burn marks? And not just any burns—ones severe enough to char fine iron.”
“Oh?”
Lu Xuan looked at Liu Yi with surprise. He had underestimated the man’s curiosity.
He hadn’t expected Liu Yi to actually have a blade superior to those forged from fine iron.
But the condition was that he had to demonstrate how the blade got its burns.
Very well.
This blade only had a few uses left anyway. Showing them wouldn’t hurt.
In the next instant, before Liu Yi and Shen Yuan could react,
the cool air in the room suddenly turned stiflingly hot, as if they were trapped in a scorching furnace.
A terrifying crimson flame erupted along the blade in Lu Xuan’s hand.
The fiery blaze burned fiercely, its eerie glow illuminating the faces of Liu Yi and Shen Yuan.
Bathed in the boundless crimson light, the two looked at Lu Xuan as if they’d seen a ghost in broad daylight—utterly astonished.
Liu Yi, in particular, was shaken. As a Marrow Refining realm martial artist, he actually felt a tremor of fear under that fiery light.
He knew this feeling all too well—it was the despair one only felt in the instant before death.
Of course, after a few breaths, Lu Xuan withdrew his inner energy.
The terrifying, scorching crimson flames on the blade vanished as quickly as they had appeared.
The broadsword in Lu Xuan’s hand returned to normal.
But upon closer inspection, the charred area on the blade had expanded, now covering nearly a third of its surface.
“Young friend, you…”
“Brother Xuan!”
Shen Yuan and Liu Yi snapped back to reality, looking at Lu Xuan with complex expressions.
Their eyes held unparalleled shock, as if their entire worldview had collapsed.
Shen Yuan smiled bitterly inwardly. He had thought he could catch up to Lu Xuan.
He never imagined Brother Xuan had already reached heights he could never hope to attain.
Liu Yi gazed deeply at Lu Xuan, then spoke again, a tone of reverence in his voice.
“Young friend, your martial talent is unprecedented, the likes of which I have never seen in all my years!”
In his youth, Liu Yi had traveled widely and encountered countless geniuses, but he had never met a monstrous talent like Lu Xuan.
Judging by that terrifying flame moments ago, Lu Xuan’s strength undoubtedly surpassed his own—far beyond what he could imagine.
A Blood Refining realm martial artist?
Could such a young Blood Refining realm expert truly exist in this world?
To think he had actually encountered one.
No wonder Shen Yuan was so respectful toward him. So that was why.
“Young friend, please wait a moment. I’ll fetch it for you immediately.”
As if remembering something urgent, Liu Yi hurried out at an astonishing speed.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, he returned, carrying a broadsword sheathed in a scabbard.
He then drew the blade from its sheath.
The broadsword revealed itself to Lu Xuan: a silvery-white blade reflecting a soft, gleaming light.
“This is!”
“Mysterious Iron?”
Lu Xuan recognized the material immediately.
Wasn’t this Mysterious Iron exactly the same as what those arrows at Liansheng Temple were made from?