Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 15095 I Owe Hong 7 a Favor

"That old man is most likely not home! Is the Evil Insect King trying to fool me?"

Ling Xiao frowned, and after a moment, he said loudly again, "Junior Ling Xiao has come to pay his respects to Senior. I hope Senior will say something."

However, it was no use; the blacksmith shop remained completely silent.

"I'm speechless. When Liu Bei visited Zhuge Liang, at least he had a page to greet him. But here, not a single person came. He's really unlucky."

Ling Xiao sighed. He could clearly sense that there was someone in the blacksmith shop, but that person remained silent and didn't seem to welcome him.

If that's the case, then there's no need to waste any more time.

Thinking of this, he turned to leave.

Just then, a terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the blacksmith shop, enveloping Ling Xiao.

"Huh? A sneak attack?"

Ling Xiao sneered. If it were before, he might have been powerless against such a sneak attack, but now, his strength had greatly improved, and it wouldn't be so easy for someone to trick him like that again.

He turned around and slashed out with his sword.

A terrifying blade of energy erupted instantly, slashing back the black aura emanating from the blacksmith's shop.

However, to his surprise, Little Pink made a move at this moment.

Little Pink instantly transformed into a girl, her iron sword turning snow-white, and then casually slashed out with it.

This sword strike didn't use any techniques; it was just a random gesture. Yet, the terrifying sword energy seemed capable of cleaving the entire sky in two, making it incredibly frightening to look at.

boom!

The sword light fell on the blacksmith's shop.

Then the blacksmith shop was completely gone.

That's right, it's gone, turned into a pile of dust.

Both the signboard and the walls have been completely destroyed.

Ling Xiao was dumbfounded: "My god, Little Pink, go easy on me! Be careful not to kill that old guy inside with your sword too."

He looked towards the blacksmith's shop with some worry, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a figure standing in the ruins.

"Thank goodness, I'm not dead! The other party looked pretty strong too!"

Standing there was a middle-aged man with muscles twisted and coiled like a dragon; he looked like someone you didn't want to mess with.

He held a hammer in his right hand and a red-hot sword blank in his left.

Surprisingly, not only was the blacksmith unharmed, but the forging furnace was also unharmed.

Clearly, this forging furnace must also be made of special materials; otherwise, it would be impossible for it to withstand Little Pink's earth-shattering blow.

Are you alright?

Ling Xiao couldn't help but ask a question.

The blacksmith wiped his grime-covered face and burst into laughter: "Hahaha, not bad, kid. You're pretty good, but that little rabbit was even better. It almost killed me."

"You can't blame us for this. You attacked first, and Xiaofen might have overreacted. But you're not much better. You ambushed me and Xiaofen took you for an enemy."

Ling Xiao spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Alright, I'm not blaming you. How did you find your way here? Who sent you?"

The blacksmith asked.

"Do you know the Evil Insect King?"

Lingxiao said.

"So it was that old monster. I thought he had passed away long ago. How is he still alive?"

The blacksmith sneered.

"I guess I'm still alive."

Ling Xiao didn't know if the Evil Insect King was still alive. The Evil Insect King in the ruins was actually an avatar, and the Evil Insect King in the Demon Needle Space was also an avatar. Neither of them could be considered the real Evil Insect King.

"That old guy has been good to you. He even gave you the Evil Insect Blade. It seems he sees you as his successor."

The blacksmith glanced at Ling Xiao again and smiled.

Ling Xiao chuckled and flicked the Evil Insect Blade in his hand, saying, "There's nothing I can do. I do have some talent, and Senior Evil Insect King waited for a long time before finally giving up and passing this on to me. By the way, Senior, please pass on your weapon-forging skills to me. That way, I won't have to ask others for help with weapon forging in the future."

"Don't pass it on!"

The blacksmith flatly refused.

"No, let's talk this over. You've been staying here all this time, and you have such great skills but you can't spread them. I'll learn them, then go out and take on an apprentice and pass on your skills to him. Wouldn't that be great?"

Ling Xiao persisted, using both gentle persuasion and persistent pleading.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. You're here to strengthen your weapon, and I'll help you. But weapon forging isn't something that can be done overnight. You can't stay here with me for hundreds of years, can you?"

The blacksmith said irritably.

"It seems I really don't have time! But I have a good talent, so why don't you give it a try? If I can't learn it within a year, I'll leave on my own."

Ling Xiao has always been confident in his talent, after all, he possesses the extremely high comprehension brought by the Overlord Martial Soul.

"Hehe, you finally made me feel better. I thought your luck was always off the charts. Everyone who met you would give you something. First it was Little Pink, then the Evil Insect King. Luckily, this guy didn't fall for your tricks. You've finally gotten your comeuppance this time!"

Xia Ming joked.

However, the blacksmith said the next moment, "Alright, if it's only for a year, that's not impossible. You can try it first. I will teach you my weapon-forging techniques. If you can really learn them and help my lineage pass on its skills, then I won't have to feel ashamed before my ancestors!"

Xia Ming laughed awkwardly: "You're slapping my face, you brat..."

Ling Xiao smiled and said, "Sister Xia Ming, you only see when I'm lucky, but you don't see when I get beaten up. Why don't you say that I was chased and fled here, and later I was chased by Hong Mo and schemed against by Hong Meng? My life is actually quite miserable."

"Alright, alright, stop showing off."

Xia Ming rolled his eyes and stopped talking. Talking to this kid would drive you crazy.

Ling Xiao smiled and looked at the blacksmith: "Senior, can I ask you the truth? You didn't help me because of the Evil Insect King, did you? What is the real reason? I don't believe in fate."

The blacksmith smiled and said, "Of course not. Many years ago, I was known as the number one blacksmith in the world. Countless people came to me to forge divine weapons. I was quite proud of myself."

"Then, someone came along and really blew me away. He actually took the sword I had forged and said it wasn't good enough, and that I should reforge it. I was furious. That was my proudest creation! Back then, everyone in the entire Chaotic Martial World praised my work, and many people even fought bloody battles over it!"

"That person wouldn't be my grandfather, Hong Qi, would he?" Ling Xiao suddenly asked.

"Hey, you're quick-witted, aren't you? That's right, it's your grandpa Hong Qi, that old geezer! He really blew me away. He snapped my peerless sword in half with just one finger! I almost cried my eyes out!"

The blacksmith gave a wry smile: "From that moment on, I stopped calling myself the best in the world, because it was too embarrassing." (End of Chapter)