Soon, the master craftsmen of the swordsmithing workshop were alerted and hurried over.
Upon learning the details of the situation, the craftsmen couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh, treating it as a farce. They didn't take it seriously at all.
A young man who knew a little about swordsmithing, could he really damage the reputation of this swordsmithing workshop?
Someone tried to persuade Wang Tianyang, saying, "Old Wang, calm down. Young people are ignorant. There's no need to take it too seriously. With your status, if you take offense at such things, it would be beneath your dignity."
Wang Tianyang, annoyed, retorted, "Dignity? What dignity? I've lived a life of eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling, doing as I please. Am I the kind of person who cares about dignity? Just watch!"
He approached the furnace, grabbed the tongs, and loudly proclaimed, "That Su-whatever, come and show off your skills. Let me witness it!"
The group of swordsmiths could only force a smile. They all knew Wang Tianyang's stubborn temperament.
"Young man, since you're a friend of Young Master Huang, if you want to forge a sword, I can help you. Why bother getting into a dispute with Old Wang?" someone kindly reminded Su Yi.
Su Yi casually replied, "I came here specifically to forge a sword. I don't have time to quarrel with someone irrelevant."
With that, he walked up to the furnace.
There was a large copper table there, filled with a dazzling array of forging tools.
"Place the sword materials here," Su Yi instructed, looking at the servants.
Witnessing this scene, the craftsmen frowned, displeased by Su Yi's lack of manners. However, out of respect for Huang Qianjun's face, they refrained from speaking ill of Su Yi. Otherwise, they would have already kicked him out.
One of the craftsmen turned to Huang Qianjun and complained, "Young Master Huang, who is this friend of yours? He's so young yet so arrogant!"
Huang Qianjun, feeling troubled, replied irritably, "Why so many idle words? Just see if my brother Su can do it or not!"
The craftsmen didn't dare to argue back, but their gazes towards Su Yi became increasingly unfriendly.
"Since Young Master Huang said so, let's witness the prowess of this young man!" someone sneered.
Others held a mentality of spectating, intending to see Su Yi embarrass himself.
As the servants placed various sword materials in order, Su Yi began to take action.
It was just forging an ordinary mortal-grade longsword, which posed no challenge to him at all.
He first put six or seven types of materials into the furnace one by one, then instructed Wang Tianyang, "Increase the firepower, and stop when I say so."
Everyone was stunned. This youngster was really impolite, actually ordering Old Wang around like this!
Wang Tianyang's cheek twitched. He suppressed the boiling anger in his heart and continued to add charcoal and other materials that would help control the heat.
After a full half-hour.
Su Yi casually sprinkled a handful of Crimson Sun Copper Powder into the furnace and instructed once again, "Increase the firepower."
Wang Tianyang, with his head down, followed the instructions without saying a word.
He held in his anger, planning to vent it all on Su Yi when he made a mistake in swordsmithing later.
In the following moments, Su Yi would occasionally throw in a type of sword material and instruct Wang Tianyang to control the heat, treating him as if he were just a stoker.
These actions made the other craftsmen feel uncomfortable, thinking that Su Yi was disrespectful and exceedingly arrogant.
However, Huang Qianjun was filled with anticipation.
He could tell that Su Yi was calm and confident when forging the sword.
"The worst-case scenario is that Su Brother's sword is not as good as one personally crafted by Old Wang. But as long as he succeeds, he won't lose face. That's enough," Huang Qianjun thought.
With this in mind, Huang Qianjun felt more at ease.
"Increase the firepower some more."
"Not enough, continue."
"Increase it further."
...In the time that followed, only Su Yi gave instructions to Wang Tianyang, and the sound of stoking the fire resounded continuously.
Wang Tianyang's complexion grew increasingly unpleasant. Steam rose from his nose, and his head, which was almost bald, emitted white smoke, giving him a throbbing pain.
Huang Qianjun and the other swordsmiths had different expressions on their faces.
After half an hour, the furnace was filled with rolling flames, and the scorching heat filled the room, making it feel like being in the midst of a molten volcanic eruption.
Everyone was drenched in sweat, with their clothes soaked through.
Wang Tianyang, the closest to the furnace, had rivers of sweat flowing down his bald head, his dark cheeks turning red.
Even a master swordsmith like him was barely able to endure.
Just at this moment, Su Yi took out a purple-patterned Scarlet Gold Ring and tossed it into the furnace.
Boom!
The tongues of fire swept out, bursting with dazzling light.
Visible to the naked eye, the ring gradually melted, transforming into strands of pale purple crystalline liquid.
Without hesitation, Su Yi poured five kilograms of purified water made from Xuan ice into the furnace.
As the cold water made contact with the boiling furnace, it emitted a sizzling sound, releasing a burst of mist that instantly filled the entire room.
The vision of everyone became blurry, and instinctively, they retreated far away, afraid of being touched by the scorching mist.
After a moment, Wang Tianyang's angry voice echoed through the mist:
"The path of tempering and sword forging does not involve pouring purified water made from Xuan ice into the furnace! I have never seen such a nonsensical swordsmithing method in my life!"
There were expressions of disdain, anger, and questioning.
The craftsmen were also speechless.
They had been forging swords for years and had never seen anyone do something like Su Yi did. It was completely random and absurd!
Soon, the heat and mist in the room gradually dissipated.
People's vision became clear again.
They saw Wang Tianyang's eyebrows and beard seemingly burnt off. His already sparse hair was completely gone, leaving his head completely bald, resembling a red-hot braised egg.
He was furious, grinding his teeth.
Looking at Su Yi, however, he appeared calm and focused, holding a pair of iron tongs and gripping a rough sword blank, carefully examining it.
The sword blank was pitch black with a faint purple sheen, but apart from that, there was nothing particularly special about it.
"This sword blank doesn't look bad," said one of the craftsmen in astonishment.
Another person said, "It's just a sword blank, it remains to be seen whether it can withstand the hammering. I don't believe that with such a crude sword blank, he can create a good sword."
"A sword must not lack in quality or sharpness. Since this young friend caused such a commotion, he should be able to forge a fine sword!"
Some people laughed deliberately, fanning the flames of the situation.
"These guys clearly want to see a joke!"
Huang Qianjun sneered in his heart. He didn't say anything because in the end, it was still unclear who would be the one laughing.
Then, they saw Su Yi place the sword blank on a sturdy iron platform and grip a massive hammer in his right hand, striking down.
Clang!
Sparks flew, and the resounding sound echoed continuously.
The ringing in everyone's ears caused them to show surprise. This kid had quite a lot of strength. Holding a hundred-pound hammer, it seemed as light as a feather in his hands, easily maneuvered.
At this moment, Wang Tianyang's gaze also focused on Su Yi's actions, waiting for him to embarrass himself...
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of the hammer striking the iron continued one after another, resonating throughout the room. Fire sparks burst open like fireworks, creating a beautiful spectacle.
Gradually, everyone began to notice that something was amiss.
"What kind of technique is this? Just by listening to the sound, it has a unique rhythm, as if it breathes. And look at that sword blank, it flickers and reacts with each hammer strike."
Before long, one of the craftsmen couldn't help but say.
The others also showed a hint of surprise, as they could feel the same thing.
In the midst of the sparks flying, each hammer strike carried an indescribable and mysterious rhythm. And under these continuous hammerings, the originally rough sword blank silently contracted, solidified, and transformed...
"Could this kid really have mastered some kind of unique swordsmithing technique?"
This thought simultaneously emerged in the minds of these craftsmen, and their expressions became more serious.
Originally, they were angry at Su Yi's arrogance and had prepared their words to teach him a lesson after his failure in sword forging, making him understand the price he had to pay for overestimating his abilities.
But now...
No one dared to think that way anymore.
As seasoned swordsmiths, how could they not see that Su Yi's swordsmithing technique was clearly extraordinary?
"Look, look!"
Huang Qianjun's excitement surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but shout, "I knew it! Su Ge is capable of subduing these arrogant old folks."
The people at the Xinghuang Medical Hall are a lesson from the past!
Huang Qianjun couldn't help but look at Wang Tianyang.
He saw the completely bald master swordsmith, who at this moment, was motionless like a statue, staring intently at Su Yi's actions. His dark cheeks kept changing, and his chest heaved up and down.
Clearly, his emotions were in turmoil!
"Haha, hahaha! Has Old Wang, this ill-tempered old rascal, also been dumbfounded?"
Huang Qianjun felt great satisfaction in his heart and almost burst out laughing.
In all these years, he had never seen Wang Tianyang in such a state!
This old fellow was so arrogant that he didn't even care about his own father, Huang Yunchong. But now, it was highly likely that he would be subdued by Su Ge again!
After a while...
Clang!
A clear and melodious sword chant resonated in the room.
To the ears of everyone present, it sounded like a cold and pure heavenly melody, instantly clearing their chaotic thoughts.
Even Huang Qianjun's mind and gaze were drawn to it.
Then, they saw...
A long sword, measuring two feet and seven inches in length and three fingers wide, with a clean black body, held in Su Yi's hand.
Although the sword was black, it had a translucent and ethereal texture, akin to the vast night sky. The edges of the blade were concealed, hiding its sharpness.
As Su Yi's wrist moved, occasional faint shades of iridescent purple light would flash on the ink-black surface of the sword, adding a touch of illusion.
It was full of spirituality.
"This..."
The group of craftsmen were all moved, showing a passionate and infatuated expression. What a sword, born with innate spirituality!
In the face of this sword, their proud hearts were silently conquered.
"This sword is by no means comparable to ordinary weapons!"
Huang Qianjun's heart was pounding violently. When his eyes fell upon this sword, he felt a piercing sensation. How could he not understand the extraordinary nature of this sword?
Buzz!
At this moment, Su Yi lightly tapped his index finger, and the sword immediately emitted a purple radiance. It hummed like a deep thunder, reverberating throughout the room.
Seeing this, Su Yi nodded slightly, showing a trace of satisfaction.
Although this sword was not a spiritual weapon, after being infused with purple-patterned red gold, it possessed a touch of spirituality. It far surpassed the significance of an ordinary sword, lying between an ordinary weapon and a spiritual weapon.
"What... What swordsmithing technique did you use?"
At this moment, Wang Tianyang, who had remained silent all along, finally spoke. His gaze was dazed, somewhat lost, and seemingly overwhelmed with shock.
Su Yi glanced at the swordsmith and said, "Do you want to learn? I can teach you."
Wang Tianyang trembled all over, his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Then, his facial expression underwent drastic changes.
Finally...
Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, this renowned master swordsmith of Guangling City revealed an extremely ashamed expression.
He bowed deeply, lowering his head in a gesture of respect.
"The methods of the young master are incredibly ingenious. I, Wang, am convinced!"
"The broad-mindedness of the young master is like the bright wind and clear moon. I, Wang, am also convinced!"
His words were resolute, resonating throughout the room, and silence fell upon everyone.