Soon, two direct disciples started working the bellows, causing the furnace flas to rise, exhibiting a faint blue hue.
Nie Fangsheng held a hamr in one hand and refined iron in the other, explaining the forging while ticulously describing the casting techniques.
With the clanging sounds of hamr strikes, the outline of a longsword gradually took shape in his hand, beautiful yet fierce in design. Even though it wasn’t fully cast, it already exuded a strong aura of killing intent.
The young disciples in the front couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, deeply impressed by Nie Fangsheng’s sword casting technique.
Not only they, but even Mu Hanyan was sowhat captivated. So this is the true art of sword casting, this technique, this craftsmanship—it’s simply marvelous.
Compared to Nie Fangsheng’s sword casting technique, her previous sword casting was rely hamring tal; no, calling it tal hamring would be an insult to blacksmiths.
Before long, Nie Fangsheng completed the two steps of casting and bone forging, proceeding to sharpening and nourishing the spirit. Fearing that everyone might have trouble grasping so much at once, he refrained from explaining these steps in detail.
For these mass-produced military swords, it wasn’t feasible to take years to refine one, nor could they slowly refine in the Cloud Washing Sword Pool. What was ant by spirit nourishing was the killing intent and aura of war, not the nurturing of spiritual sense.
However, the mont the Blood Gall Sword was cast with its exquisite technique, it emitted a clear, delightful shuddering sound, stirring one’s emotions.
"What a sword!" all the disciples exclaid in unison.
Mu Hanyan was no exception. Witnessing such a sword casting technique, she finally understood that there are always better people out there. No wonder Nie Fangsheng is hailed as the top sword casting master at Long Yan Academy; his skills are indeed formidable.
"Bang!" Just as everyone was filled with amazent, Nie Fangsheng suddenly slamd his hamr down, looking angrily towards the crowd.
Everyone was startled. Had their involuntary exclamations disturbed Master Nie and angered him?
Seeing Nie Fangsheng’s angry face, the disciples below were both reverent and fearful, not daring to even breathe heavily.
"Mu Hanyan, are you looking down on my sword casting technique?" Nie Fangsheng suddenly questioned angrily as they were feeling uneasy.
"?" Mu Hanyan frowned.
She had been wholeheartedly focused on Nie Fangsheng’s sword casting, not even speaking out when others couldn’t help but exclaim. Why was she accused of looking down on his sword casting technique now?
Heh, so it’s co to this, then? Mu Hanyan sneered coldly in her heart. This Nie Fangsheng surely isn’t impartial. He’s here to vent Qiu Yongsheng’s anger.
"I painstakingly teach you all the sword casting technique, yet you are so absent-minded, clearly disregarding my sword casting technique. If you don’t want to learn, then get out!" Nie Fangsheng scolded.
"Master Nie, I have been focused on watching you cast swords, learning the sword casting technique, yet you insist I’m absent-minded." Mu Hanyan’s eyes grew cold, "What is the reason for you saying this?" Mu Hanyan’s tone carried a slight hint of understanding.
She wasn’t desperate to learn the sword casting technique. If Nie Fangsheng insisted on giving her a hard ti, she would simply not learn, but being wrongly accused and expelled from the Sword Casting Hall for no reason was unacceptable. She was never one to be easily bullied. She joined the academy to learn quietly; why did people keep provoking her? If they succeeded in provoking her, it would be fine, but those who tried always failed. Why did they persist? So what if Nie Fangsheng is a ntor? When has she ever been afraid?
"Very well, you say you are focused on learning the sword casting technique. Then tell , of the twelve thods I just used, what are they, and what are the tricks to each?" Nie Fangsheng asked with a cold smile.
Everyone turned to Mu Hanyan, either feeling pity, sympathy, or schadenfreude.
If they were confused about why Nie Fangsheng scolded Mu Hanyan earlier, now, even a fool could see that he was deliberately giving her a hard ti.
They had been just as interested in Nie Fangsheng’s sword casting technique, still marvelling over it. How could they have split their attention to rember his twelve thods, let alone the tricks?
They were all like this, so how could Mu Hanyan be any different?
Those disciples who had been at the academy for many years were shaking their heads. From what they knew, Nie Fangsheng usually taught a single step of the sword casting technique at a ti, not more than six thods. But today, he cast a Blood Gall Sword, teaching two steps with twelve thods in one go.
Initially, they thought he was showing off his skills to new disciples to build authority. Now, they realized he intended to give Mu Hanyan a hard ti from the start.
Mu Hanyan thought of this, too. She felt a bit lanted, who said people with muscle have simple minds? This Black Big Man has developed muscles yet sharp sches. Plotting to set her up was quite a task.
The other disciples sighed: poor Mu Hanyan, of all people to offend, she upset the Qiu Family. It’s only her second day at the academy and she’s about to be kicked out of the Sword Casting Hall.
Tan Yu and others wore gloomy expressions and sighed a long sigh in their hearts. Alas, who would have thought Nie Fangsheng was so despicable? Master ended up in his hands and surely would be expelled.
"Casting thod, lting Iron, Gold Shattering, Flowing Silver, Top Striking, Casting Edge, Casting Handle, the tricks are respectively..." Just as everyone was silently lanting for Mu Hanyan, Mu Han suddenly spoke.
The Six Casting Techniques and Bone Forging Six Techniques were narrated fluently by her, not missing a single word.
Everyone was dumbfounded, even Nie Fangsheng himself was speechless, unable to say a word for a while.
How could this be possible? He had only explained it once, and very quickly at that, plus he had seen that Mu Hanyan was completely absorbed in the sword casting technique with a look of wonder. How could she split her focus and morize his words perfectly?
Recalling his own days learning the sword casting technique, he only rembered it after his master explained it three tis, even then he was hailed as a rare sword casting genius in a hundred years.
Mu Hanyan just heard it once and rembered it all. How did she manage?
"Master Nie, I believe I haven’t made any mistakes?" Mu Hanyan smiled slightly, looking at Nie Fangsheng.
Actually, even she thought she would be tricked by Nie Fangsheng when she was about to recite the sword casting technique she rembered; Star Illusion Thousand Machine’s voice suddenly sounded in her mind: "Casting thod, lting Iron, Gold Shattering, Flowing Silver, Top Striking, Casting Edge, Casting Handle..."
"Did you rember it all after just hearing it once?" Mu Hanyan was astonished then, admiring Star Illusion Thousand Machine’s superior mory beyond words.
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