No one noticed the extraordinary changes happening to Yu Yue in the corner of the crowd, his expression suddenly turning pained as he clasped his left arm, which was emitting intense heat. The veins on his forehead bulged, and he broke into a sweat while enduring the frantic stirring of Reverse Blood within his arm.
"Daddy!" The young Yu Chuchu worriedly tried to reach for Yu Yue’s arm but was imdiately stopped by Yu Yue.
"Child, Dad is fine. I’ve told you, don’t touch Dad’s arm, you’ll get hurt."
Yu Yue gasped, struggling to tear his gaze away from the Fire Qilin Sword, only to feel the enticing Evil Energy originating from the sword suddenly weaken significantly.
"Here!"
Just then, a cold voice suddenly ca from the side.
Yu Yue was stunned, looking down, he saw a small hand extending a cup of cold tea. When he looked at the person offering the tea, it was actually a boy who appeared quite mature despite his icy deanor.
"Thank you, who are you? What’s your na?"
Yu Chuchu took the cold tea and handed it to Yu Yue, her long braids fluttering in the wind as she curiously studied the boy.
The boy rely cast Yu Chuchu a cold glance before indifferently turning away and leaving.
"Hey, you haven’t told your na!"
Yu Chuchu asked in surprise.
The boy’s steps didn’t falter, walking directly beside Jiang Dali, clad in Black Cloak over Strong Clothes, scaring Yu Chuchu into imdiate silence. She looked on in terror as the man, viewed as a Demon God, turned his head towards them and flashed a smile that almost made her cry.
"Chuchu!"
Yu Yue hurriedly pulled Chuchu close, nervously and respectfully bowing his head towards Jiang Dali.
"Yu Yue... it looks like the Kirin Arm is acting up? Seems like the Kirin Blood in his arm back then isn’t simple after all; is it Reverse Blood or Essence Blood?"
Jiang Dali thoughtfully withdrew his gaze, not continuing to pay attention to the father and daughter, to avoid overwhelming them with fear.
Bu Jingyun, seeing the village chief retract his gaze, imdiately ceased focusing on the peculiar pair.
Though he appeared wooden and indifferent, he was highly perceptive and smart, having previously noticed the village chief’s interest in the father and daughter, which is why he had delivered tea when Yu Yue seed unwell.
Still, he was puzzled about why the village chief found this ordinary father and daughter intriguing.
anwhile, as the temperature of the lava in the Artifact Refining Pool stabilized, the chief caster, Yu Cheng’an, also exited the pool, greeting Jiang Dali respectfully and acknowledging familiar guests with a smile.
Individuals present like Ying Kui Zi, the Frontier Elder, and others were all filled with floating thoughts and hidden motives.
These people were the top masters or successors in the casting realm, others might pledge allegiance to the newly established Divine Iron City due to interests, but they absolutely wouldn’t, and were unwilling to see Divine Iron City rise to power.
Jiang Dali was fully aware of their thoughts but still invited them to witness, because only then would this convention achieve greater prestige, authority, and closure.
"Village chief, everything is ready, just waiting for your command to comnce the sword casting!"
Yu Cheng’an quietly reminded Jiang Dali.
Jiang Dali faintly smiled, crossing his arms over his chest, addressing the gathered scrutinizing gazes, "Then we can begin! Let all the masters present see how our Divine Iron City lts the Divine Weapon, the Fire Qilin Sword!"
"Alright!"
Yu Cheng’an enthusiastically turned, bowing to everyone before announcing the comncent of the Fire Qilin Sword lting ceremony, quickly heading to the high-temperature, distorted air behind the Artifact Refining Pool to prepare the sword casting.
Everyone involuntarily ceased talking, suppressing their doubts, focusing their varied gazes on the refining pool, eager to witness the techniques Yu Cheng’an would employ to lt the Fire Qilin Sword, impervious to Earth Fire.
If the Fire Qilin Sword could indeed be lted, not only would Divine Iron City gain great fa, but Yu Cheng’an, as the chief caster of Divine Iron City, would also beco even more illustrious.
Just then, a faint sll of blood, distinct from the sulfuric scent of molten rock, unexpectedly wafted in with the rolling hot wind.
Those with sensitive noses were imdiately alard, their expressions changing in dread.
Could it be that before the lting of the Fire Qilin Sword began, soone couldn’t resist taking action?...
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