Master Vey was a sword cultivator. He once slayed a Beast Lord in half. When he encountered a Beast Lord defensive type beast, he failed to cut it in half, so he forged another sword, cultivated it, until he cut the sa Beast Lord.
So, he was now a dual-sword cultivator.
His love for swords made him known as a battlefield artificer who forged weapons but specialized in swords. When he retired, he practiced forging other weapons but the quality was far from the swords he produced.
Even so, other types of weapons he forged were sold and even birthed a spirit when they were at the right owner.
That was then he realized that a weapon forged by him would only beco a masterpiece when they were chosen by the right owner.
The bond between a weapon and their master was relevant and it determined the level of martial arts they could achieve.
According to other weaponmasters, the highest level that one could attain was having their soul transford into a specific "weapon". At this level, one no longer needs a physical weapon, even a grass could beco their weapon.
It was what Master Vey desired to achieve as not a single weaponmasters achieved it.
It was not surprising, he was in the world of Beast Tar, where cultivating beasts was the priority.
Of course, compared to other Beast Tars, as a battlefield artificer, he used his beasts as assistants during his forging process.
At the mont, Master Vey has developed his sword intent—a manifestation of his willpower and understanding that acted as a tangible aura that suppressed the ntal state of others.
Most of the swords he encountered, even when they already developed consciousness enough to be called a spirit sword, started as Rare rank in their world in a sense, would tremble in fear when attacked by his sword intent.
However, the sword in his grasp actually dared to negate his sword intent.
It only ant one thing, the sword’s soul was far stronger than his sword intent.
He bursted into a hoot of laughter.
He glanced at Felix and returned the Flowing Rain Sword to him.
He said, "Have you spoken to that sword? Did it already tell you its desire to be restored?"
Felix was surprised. He stuttered, "Y-Yes."
Master Vey glanced at the sword. His interest in it was on the absolute peak—enough for him to abandon any important matters as he was entirely distracted by it.
He said, "I’ll give you a proposal. Give the materials it needed to be restored. Leave the rest to . As for the scabbard, well, I’ll also give it for free."
Felix was stunned. Is he telling that he’ll restore the body for free?
As though Krisha had the sa question as him, she asked, "So, restoring the body and the scabbard is free? As long as he provides the materials?"
Mastery Vey glanced at her and said, "Oh, isn’t this little Krisha? You’ve grown so much. The last ti I saw you, I was carrying you in my arms while you’re crying non-stop."
Krisha rolled her eyes. "Isn’t that a bit too long, Master Vey?"
Master Vey was surprised. He pouted. "Look at you, you didn’t even recognize anymore. You used to call Uncle Vey. I’m heartbroken."
Krisha was surprised. She could not recall calling Master Vey like that, even more so eting him in the past.
She frowned and tried to recall if she t him in the past.
Felix glanced at them and was perplexed. Mastery Vey talked to her first before talking to , why did he act as though he just saw Krisha now?
Felix slowly ca to the conclusion that Master Vey and Krisha were really both eccentric people.
"Wait! You haven’t answered my question yet," Krisha remarked.
Mastery Vey laughed out loud and replied, "Of course, it’s not free. But I don’t need money. I will tell him what I want once it’s restored."
"So that he can’t refuse?" Krisha rolled her eyes.
Master Vey shook his head. "It’s not that he can’t, but he won’t."
"What’s the difference?"
"Eh? I thought you’re doing well in your studies. You don’t even know the difference?" Master Vey teased.
Krisha was taken aback. She glared at him in exasperation.
Master Vey chuckled at her and turned to Felix, asking, "So, how about it?"
Before Felix replied, he asked the Guide.
"What do you think about it?"
[My suggestion for you is to accept his proposal. His knowledge about weapon forging is excellent. Look at the swords on his waist, they are at the Epic rank.]
Felix was stunned. He glanced at the swords on each side of the waist of Master Vey. On his right side was an azure scabbard and on the left side was crimson-colored. They seed to have opposing elents and yet Master Vey must have used them simultaneously.
Master Vey was intrigued when Felix glanced at his swords and said, "These are my pieces of art. Of course, their rank is far higher than your swords, but I believe that your sword will eventually surpass them."
Felix was utterly surprised. So, he was aware from the start. Does that an he covets my sword?
Felix raised his guards and now began to hesitate. He was about to ask the Guide again for confirmation of whether to follow her suggestion when Krisha’s voice echoed beside him.
"So, does that an you covet his sword, too?"
Master Vey frowned. He stared at Krisha with a solemn expression, stunning the latter.
He said in a raspy, grave tone, "Coveting a weapon of others is a serious matter. The martial arts first code is to respect a martial art master’s weapon. When they die, honor their weapons, when they are alive, honor them and their weapons, give them utmost respect.
Because it’s give and take. If you don’t want others to covet yours, then you must not covet for others, too."
Krisha was taken aback. She bowed her head and apologized sincerely.
"I’m sorry."
Master Vey smiled and patted her head.
"It’s fine. At the very least, Felix is aware now that I won’t covet his weapon. Furthermore, weapons, one that usually developed a spirit, would continue to reject and harm others that grasped their hilt if it was not their master.
I was only able to grasp it for quite a while because I have its master’s permission."
Felix nodded. The Guide has also confird the authenticity of Master Vey’s words.
Hence, without hesitation, Felix said, "I agree with your proposal, Master Vey. I am deeply honored to have my first summon, my sword, as your blacksmith to restore its body and to be given a ho."
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