Chapter Ten Peng Cheng

  Lei Xiaodie smiled and said, "Minghuo Sword, a ninth-grade sword blade, was forged by a famous craftsman who spent 49 days collecting rare iron ore and casting it with the spirit of heaven and earth, containing powerful fire energy, it is indeed the leader of all swords!"

  Ye Yang was shocked, this Lei Xiao Die was like a salesgirl, once she started talking, she completely didn't make sense. The sword that had just been freshly forged became an exquisite treasure crafted by the legendary blacksmith Qi Tie 49 in her hands. This woman was indeed not simple, her words were completely unreliable, yet she spoke as if they were true.

  However, as soon as Leixiaodie spoke, the eyes of the heroes lit up. Who wouldn't want a handy weapon to take advantage of?

  A ninth-grade sword can make a mediocre martial artist possess strength comparable to that of the top masters, it can be said that in this world, weapons surpass everything!

  "Moonfire Sword, starting price 500 taels of silver, everyone can bid now!"

  Lei Xiaodie smiled and announced a sentence, instantly the entire venue was boiling, the bidding voices were connected in one piece. After all, this ninth-grade spear is not visible in the weapon shop, now it appears in the auction house, people are not rushing to break their heads!

  ……

  Qing Lei Auction House, 2nd floor, VIP room.

  A young man in a white robe gazed at everything in the arena, unable to help but reveal a hint of disdain, saying lightly: "This Nine-Ranked Clear Fire Sword, I don't know whose work it is, roughly speaking, it should be that old fellow Ye Beicheng's handiwork."

  Next to him, an old man in black robes nodded: "That's right, even if you look at the whole city of Liangcheng, only Ye Beicheng's forging technique can cast a ninth-grade sword blade! Hmph, the Ye family's luck has run out, and it's all up to Ye Beicheng alone to hold on, how pitiful..."

  The young man snorted: "Get down and buy this sword for me!"

  "Oh, young master, what do you want this sword for? You... aren't you already in possession of an eighth-grade dark blade dagger?"

  "Cut the nonsense! I do have a Dark Blade, but... The young man's mouth curled up in a slight smile: "However, Peng Yue'er doesn't have a suitable weapon. I plan to buy this sword and give it to her on her birthday. She'll definitely be delighted, who knows, heh heh..."

  The old man in black robes curled up the corner of his mouth: "Young Master Peng Cheng is wise! Heh, as long as you and Miss Peng Yue can get married successfully, Old Man Peng Feng will definitely pass on the position of Patriarch of the Huo Shen Clan to you. Heh heh, Young Master, how far have your relationship with Miss Peng Yue progressed? Do you still need the Minghuo Sword to facilitate things?"

  The young man was somewhat impatient and frowned, saying: "You quickly go buy the Minghuo Sword, don't bother asking about the rest!"

  "Yes!"

  A young man in a white shirt smiled coldly, his bright eyes filled with the light of ambition. He was Peng Chengtian, a genius who had reached level 6 in fire magic at just 23 years old, and had achieved the terrifying cultivation of Earth Level 6. Although he was from a collateral branch of the Peng family, he had already gained the recognition of Peng Feng, and was also romantically involved with Peng Yue'er, the most beautiful woman in the clan, forming a perfect couple.

  "Hum, Peng Yue'er, you will ultimately be mine!"

  Peng Cheng's eyes flashed with a hint of venom, his fists clenched tightly, as waves of intense flames enveloped the iron fist, its aura shocking.

  ……

  "8.2 kilograms!"

  "850 taels!"

  "900 taels!"

  "One thousand taels!"

  The crowd was in an uproar, and the price of the Minghuo Sword continued to rise. Lei Xiaodie was overjoyed, her mouth stretched wide with excitement. The auction house charged a 10% commission fee, so the higher the selling price, the more she would earn!

  "Just then, a low voice came: '2,000 taels!'"

  Suddenly, everyone was stunned. A black-robed old man appeared at the edge of the stage and made a fist to Lei Xiaodie, saying: "Miss Xiaodie, my young master Peng Cheng attaches great importance to this Minghuo sword and hopes that you can help him achieve his goal. How about it?"

  Lei Xiaodie's beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings, finding no higher bids. In fact, a nine-grade sword blade was priced around 1,200 taels of silver, and this Minghuo Sword, although clear and transparent, would top out at most at 1,500 taels of silver.

  "Very well, it's a deal! Young Master Peng Cheng has acquired the Ming Huo Sword. Please proceed to the inner chamber for delivery!"

  "Good!"

  Ye Yang didn't know who Peng Cheng was, and it wasn't important to him either. What mattered was that he had earned 1,800 taels of silver, which was enough to support an ordinary family for 100 years!

  "Master Ye Yang, please follow me!"

  The fat boss walked out and said a sentence to Ye Yang with great respect, he also knew that this Minghuo sword was very likely to come from Ye Yang's hands, such a casting genius, absolutely not something his small Qing Lei business could afford to offend.

  Entering the inner room, he took 1800 taels of silver tickets. Ye Yang stuffed the tickets into his bosom and walked out with a satisfied smile.

  Just as Ye Yang was leaving, he brushed shoulders with someone, who turned out to be Peng Cheng, the genius young man of the Fire God clan!

  "Huh?"

  Peng Cheng couldn't help but take another look at Ye Yang, feeling a little surprised and secretly amazed. This person seemed to be the waste of the Ye family, but the one in front of him was different, as if he had undergone a transformation, his footsteps were steady, his breath was calm, and his eyes were clear, obviously not ordinary.

  Ye Yang didn't know Peng Cheng, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, he strode out of the auction house in big steps, leaving Peng Cheng standing there in stunned silence for a long time. Finally, he shook his head and muttered to himself: "This good-for-nothing must have snatched another family's beautiful daughter again, otherwise how could he be so radiant?"

  ……

  All the way back to the mansion, Ye Yang first arrived at Zhang Tianhe's residence. At this time, Zhang Tianhe's injury had begun to recover under the treatment of the doctor and would be able to get out of bed and walk in a few days.

  After dinner, Ye Nan Tian stayed behind with Ye Yang.

  "Zi Yu, how has your cultivation progress been these past few days?"

  "Ordinary."

  "In less than half a month, it will be the Family New Star Martial Arts Tournament. Do you have confidence to represent the Ye family and participate in the competition?"

  Ye Yang replied without hesitation: "Okay."

  "Good!"

  Ye Nan Tian stood up and laughed: "Come on, let me try your Fire God's power to see what kind of realm it has reached!"

  As he spoke, Ye Nantian placed his right palm on top of Ye Yang's shoulder and slowly infused the Fire God True Qi to apply pressure.

  Ye Yang's expression was calm and collected, gazing lightly at the fat old man. The true energy generated by the residual Fire God scroll in his body surged and churned, constantly clashing with Ye Nantian!

  Gradually, sweat appeared on Ye Nantian's face, but in his heart, he was extremely shocked. He had already poured in more than half of his true energy, yet he still couldn't put too much pressure on Ye Yang. That was equivalent to the energy intensity of a fourth-level Grandmaster!

  Ye Yang suddenly smiled and slightly shook his shoulder, breaking free from Ye Nantian's grasp. He smiled faintly and said, "Dad, it's getting late, you should get some rest!"

  Ye Nan Tian stood there in shock, nodding blankly, and when he looked again, Ye Yang had already turned into a virtual shadow and slipped into the small path of the back hall. The whole person's momentum was calm and waveless, as if it were unfathomable!

  ……

  Returned to the room and locked the door.

  Ye Yang was overjoyed in his heart, never expecting that his cultivation would advance so rapidly. Just now, Ye Nantian's probing power had actually put some pressure on him, but Ye Yang had already realized that his Fire God Power might not be inferior to Ye Nantian's!

  "Ye Yang ah..."

  A familiar voice rang out, it was Qin Fang. His soul state had awakened and he floated in mid-air, his eyes filled with kindness as he smiled and said: "Good kid, you've finally discovered the power of the Fire God's residual scroll?"

  "Ah, yes!"

  Qin Fang stroked his beard and laughed: "Actually, your cultivation of the Fire God's True Absolute is only one factor. Another very important factor is the art of refining equipment I taught you - Hundred Refinements! In the state of Hundred Refinements, your cultivation is fully focused, and your cultivation will also increase much faster than others!"

  Ye Yang nodded in agreement and said: "Although I've made rapid progress with the Fire God's power, however...in terms of specific techniques, it seems like I still lack a lot of fire control!"

  Qin Fang sat comfortably in the chair in the room, smiling and saying: "This is simple, you just need to find an evenly matched opponent to fight with, actual combat can quickly temper your strength!"

  Ye Yang shook his head and smiled, "Grandfather, you don't know that half a month later, I'll be participating in the Huo Shen Clan's young new star martial arts tournament. The Ye family only has me and Ye Shuang, but the Peng family has someone like Peng Yue'er who is a formidable opponent. Losing wouldn't be a big deal, but Peng Yue'er has been hostile towards me, and as a man, I can tolerate losing, but what if I suffer humiliation?"

  Qin Fang's eyes lit up, and he smiled as he asked, "Peng Yue'er? Is this girl very powerful?"

  "Hmm, at her coming-of-age ceremony a few months ago, her Flame God's power had already reached level three... mine is still at zero..."

  "Hahaha!"

  Qin Fang, an old man of over a thousand years, burst out laughing like a child and said: "Good one, Ye Yang! You actually had no fire god power at all just a month ago! I'm telling you, your current fire god power intensity has already reached level 4. If you continue to cultivate with the Hundred Refining Technique for another half month, your fire god power can at least reach level 5!"

  "Really?"

  Ye Yang's eyes widened, Fire God Force reached level 5, which means his own strength had also advanced to level 5!

  Qin Fang nodded and said, "For the next half month, go find a piece of Xuanling stone and twenty kilograms of cold iron. Use the Shenlong cauldron to quietly smelt them, and after about 7 weeks, you can melt the ore and then cast a sword blade that belongs to you!"

  As he spoke, Qin Fang glanced at the Huatian Xuan sword behind Ye Yang's back and smiled: "The iron lump behind you might be a treasure, but when your strength is insufficient, it's useless to you!"

  "Oh? Grandfather, you also know the origin of this sword?"

  "No, I don't know!"

  Qin Fang shook his head, with a glint in his eyes, and smiled: "Only, I can sense that this rusty sword has an extremely powerful force sealed within it, enough to shock the heavens and move the earth. However, your current strength is still too weak, and I am just a soul body, unable to help you unlock the seal. So, everything can only rely on yourself!"

  "Hmm!"

  Ye Yang did not lose hope, nodded heavily, and a flame of hope ignited in his chest, his fighting spirit soaring!

  ……

  The next day, Ye Family Refinery.

  In the scorching air, smoke filled everywhere. A group of bare-chested men were clanging away at metalwork, their fire god powers extremely weak, unable to use refining techniques, they could only melt iron ore with their fire god powers and then shape it, hammering it into shape in every way.

  At the center of the smelting workshop, beside the furnace, a majestic man was infusing the molten iron with the power of fire, none other than Ye Beichu.

  Ye Beicheng only had the strength of a third-level Earth, and his Fire God's power was also at the third level. Therefore, he could only forge eighth-grade sword blades to the maximum extent. However, he was well-versed in the art of refining equipment and was known as the family's divine craftsman for forging swords!

  However, Ye Beichis refining technique was far inferior to Ye Yangs hundred-refining realm. After all, the hundred-refining technique originated from Qin Fang, a person who was almost like a god. This magical refining technique had long disappeared in the long years, and if it werent for Ye Yang coincidentally finding the Dragon Cauldron, he probably wouldnt have had the opportunity to learn the hundred-refining technique.

  "Zi Yu, you're here!"

  Ye Beichi didn't turn around, but he had already sensed Ye Yang's aura. At the same time, he was secretly amazed in his heart. Although Ye Yang's aura seemed calm and peaceful at this moment, it actually hid a surging power. This power made Ye Beichi feel unbelievable as well.

  Ye Yang murmured and asked: "Uncle Beichi, do you know how to obtain the Xuanling Stone and the Cold Iron?"

  "Oh, Xuanling Stone and Bitter Iron?"

  Ye Beicheng was taken aback for a moment: "Zi Yu, these two things are high-level materials, what do you need them for?"

  "Oh, I think I'll try using better materials, will it have an effective impact on my strength?"

  "Ah, this is easy!"

  Ye Beichi smiled and said, "Hanjian, you can find it in the ironwork shop in the east of the city, but it's not cheap, about 50 taels of silver per catty. As for the Xuanling stone, you need to go to Qingfeng Mountain south of Liang City to look for it, but be careful, there are many wild beasts on Qingfeng Mountain!"

  "Got it!"

  Ye Yang nodded and turned around, walking out of the workshop.