Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 144: Transformation Day 2

From the steaming top of the well to the bottom, the temperature unexpectedly became colder and colder.

The iron ladder stretched into an endless abyss, obscuring the sky. Lin Qingyue couldn't tell how long it took her to reach the bottom. When a person is in a single environment, even time seems to slow down.

"Come down?"

A red ball slowly appeared under his feet. He walked down step by step and found that it was an illuminated stone embedded in the wall. The red mole on Yang Zishen's cold face gave him a rare hazy tenderness.

"Ah."

Lin Qingyue responded and looked at Yang Zishen.

Yang Zishen: "Let's go."

As we walked forward, the road became wider and the view became less oppressive.

Black and red were Lin Qingyue's first impression of the forging room. The red stones decorating the walls gave off a light red glow.

Shining on the silver-white iron sword, the edge of the sword became particularly strange.

Lin Qingyue and Yang Zishen were walking on the road and met people coming in and out at the intersection.

They were all wearing the same uniform, made of coarse black cloth with a simple style. They looked indifferent when they saw Lin Qingyue, but they were amused when they saw Yang Zishen.

"Wow~ The Great Sword Immortal is here, won't Old Man Yu be overjoyed?"

It seemed like they met someone acquaintance of Yang Zishen, and as soon as they arrived, someone started to tease Yang Zishen.

"Don't say that, or the old man will punish you more." Although the fellow male disciple was trying to persuade him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Hearing this, the man covered his mouth exaggeratedly. "No way? The Great Sword Immortal is going to report me?"

Yang Zishen turned his head and ignored him.

His male disciple companion advised him, "Go away, so you don't make enemies with him. Aren't you afraid that he will report you?"

The disciple turned around and looked at his companion expressionlessly, "That depends on whether you want to die or not."

The companion's eyes changed for a moment, and he asked innocently, "What did you say?"

"Hahaha~"

The disciple laughed strangely and said to Yang Zishen before leaving.

"I can't imagine what it's like when the high-and-mighty Yang Jianxiu is forging iron? I'm really looking forward to it~"

The duo left after finishing their talk. Lin Qingyue remained silent after watching the good show, but he had already started to imagine all kinds of dramas in his mind.

Lin Qingyue: "You have so many friends."

Yang Zishen: "Thank you, but he was punished because he stole the magic weapon."

Lin Qingyue: "What magic weapon?"

Yang Zishen: "Higher-level Immortal Sword."

"Wow! It's so big!" Lin Qingyue was surprised. "I have never seen the legendary sword before."

Yang Zishen: "Desire cannot fill the gulf, and when strength cannot satisfy ambition, evil will breed."

"Hey!"

The sarcastic disciple just now came back alone and looked at them impatiently.

"Don't you have eyes? Don't you know to follow me?"

Lin Qingyue: "When did you say that?"

The disciple looked up at Lin Qingyue, noble and cold.

"I'm not talking to you. I was sent by Old Man Yu to pick you up, Yang Zishen."

Lin Qingyue: "What about me?"

The disciple's feminine white face looked even more terrifying under the red light. "You?"

"Go wherever is cooler."

Lin Qingyue: "Are you treating people too differently?"

You can treat Yang Zishen as a human being, but you treat her as nothing, right?

Disciple: "Yes, I am. Hit me!"

Lin Qingyue: ...

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With a ding, the hammer hit the red sticker. Lin Qingyue, who was wearing a uniform black coarse clothes, had sweat dripping down his forehead.

A slight "chi-chi" sound was heard. Lin Qingyue looked at the iron sword in his hand, which was still in good condition, and secretly threw it into the frame.

With a "bang", the sword that had just been thrown in was thrown back without any hesitation, making a crisp and deafening sound on the stage.

"Redo it."

Behind him was the disciple's rude voice.

Lin Qingyue sighed, threw the iron sword into the hot giant mouth, and began to repeat the action countless times.

"Where did Yang Zishen go?" Lin Qingyue asked the person behind him while working as a blacksmith.

"He's your lover, why do you care so much?" came the disciple's unruly voice, full of malice.

Lin Qingyue also knew that he said this on purpose, just to make her uncomfortable, but who is Lin Qingyue?

"Yes." Lin Qingyue cried, "Zishen was taken away by you in such an unclear way. I'm really worried about him. I have to eat an extra bowl of rice to feel at ease."

Yin Chuan felt that he was disgusted, "Get lost, you damn Taoist partner."

Lin Qingyue and Yang Zishen went to two different places. She knew something was wrong when Yin Chuan took her to the blacksmith's place alone.

Yang Zishen may not be treated the same as her.

Really, we’ve already reached the sword-forging room, and you still want to compete with each other to see who’s more noble?

"Don't worry." Yin Chuan laughed crazily, "He's much more relaxed than you now, hahahaha~ I didn't mean to laugh, hahaha~ That bitch deserves it, hahaha~"

Lin Qingyue: It doesn’t sound like a relaxing place.

Unable to get any information, Lin Qingyue started chatting about gossip with Yin Chuan.

Lin Qingyue: "Why did you steal the immortal sword?"

Yin Chuan said confidently: "There is a magic sword in front of you, can you let it go?"

She...should be able to, right?

Yin Chuan: "You hesitated, hahaha~ hypocritical!"

Hypocritical Lin Qingyue: ...

"Okay." Lin Qingyue hammered away, "I admit that the appeal of the Immortal Sword is a billion times greater."

Damn sword forging room, every iron sword is required to be hammered a thousand times, and the strength and structure must also be considered, otherwise it will be picked out by Yin Chuan, the sharp-eyed man, to be remade!

She didn't want to do it anymore on the first day of transformation!

The key point is that such mechanical movements not only prevented her from practicing and thinking, but also caused more damage to her physical body. Therefore, during her rest time, Lin Qingyue had to use her spiritual power on her injured muscles and meridians.

It was so hard! I had no time to sleep, and even during mealtimes I had to teach Wen Lingyun. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was working, and the dark circles under my eyes never went away.

Lin Qingyue: "But what does this have to do with Yang Zishen?"

Yin Chuan: "Oh, because I stole the immortal sword from Hopeless Peak."

The truth came to light, but Lin Qingyue did not feel excited, but rather an expression of "as expected".

Lin Qingyue: "So you hate him because he caught you?"

"No." Yin Chuan: "I didn't even touch the sword, and he just watched me try to steal it, with an expression that said I would never be able to steal it. I got angry at the time and attacked him directly."

Yin Chuan: "Even now I still get angry when I think about it! That bitch!"

Yin Chuan looked at the three iron swords in Lin Qingyue's frame, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Could you please work faster? Do you look like you're being punished?"

Lin Qingyue: "I just started on the second day."

God knows she only started sword-forging yesterday.

"Heh." Yin Chuan sneered: "I forgot, you didn't win a single blow yesterday."

He almost said the word "trash" out loud.

Lin Qingyue was not angry, but waved to him.

"Do you believe that I can complete 10,000 iron swords in just one month?"