Demon-Slaying City's Number One Forging Workshop

Facing the flattery, Xu Xian's expression remained unchanged as he said calmly, "Alright, everyone should go get some rest early."

The river tilted and the moon set; the night passed in silence.

The next morning.

Xu Xian woke up very early. Just as the sky was beginning to brighten, he cordoned off an open space in front of the door and set up a simple shed.

He placed the spirit furnace and the forging table right at the entrance!

Then, he found a large stone stele, stood it before the door, and used a sword to carve eight large characters.

[Demon-Slaying City's Number One Forging Workshop]

Only then did he finish with satisfaction. Standing before the door to take a look, he stroked his chin and smiled. "Perfect!"

Yao Xiaoxiao and the others looked at the stone stele with various expressions in their eyes.

Yao Zhijian said, "This... isn't it a bit too flashy?"

Wen Qingxue added fairly, "A little bit!"

Yao Xiaoxiao countered, "It's a signboard, so it's only reasonable for the name to be a bit grand. Besides, Little Grand-Uncle is a sixth-rank spirit forger. Calling himself the best in Demon-Slaying City isn't actually wrong, is it?"

The two looked at each other and nodded subconsciously in agreement.

It did seem to be true.

In this world, the one immortal forger never left his mountain.

The three ninth-rank spirit forgers did not concern themselves with the world.

There were few eighth-ranks, and not many seventh-ranks either. As for sixth-ranks, Wendao Sword Sect only had about a dozen in total, and there likely weren't many in the entire world.

These people were basically all in great families or major sects.

With Xu Xian being a sixth-rank in Demon-Slaying City, calling himself the best in the city was well-deserved.

...

With the sign hung, they were open for business.

Xu Xian had Wen Qingxue sit on the left side of the entrance and Yao Xiaoxiao on the right, while he told Yao Zhijian to go find somewhere cool to stay out of the way...

He himself ran to the front of the door and shouted loudly:

"Step right up!"

"Take a look!"

"Demon-Slaying City's Number One Forging Workshop officially opens today! A sixth-rank spirit forger will forge tools for you. Forged on the spot, sold on the spot! Custom orders are welcome!"

"Don't miss out as you pass by!!"

"First come, first served! A chance like this won't come again!!"

Xu Xian's voice was resonant. Infused with nascent soul power, it echoed in all directions in the early morning, adding a bit of bustle to the deathly silent Demon-Slaying City.

Passersby stopped one after another, looking up and discussing among themselves.

"What's that noise?"

"A new forging workshop opened?"

"Demon-Slaying City's Number One Forging Workshop? That's some big talk."

"A sixth-rank spirit forger? Is that for real?"

"Let's go check it out..."

The commotion was big enough, the name was loud enough, and with the title of a sixth-rank spirit forger, it naturally attracted many people's attention in a short time.

Furthermore, with two beautiful fairies sitting at the door, many people couldn't resist crowding around to join the excitement.

Others followed the crowd, and suddenly, the small forging workshop was teeming with people.

At a rough count, there were no less than several hundred.

Everyone was talking at once, asking questions incessantly.

"Young man, is what you're saying true?"

"A sixth-rank spirit forger? You're not trying to trick us, are you?"

"And the number one forging workshop... do you even have the strength for that?"

"Exactly, exactly..."

The crowd jeered, and the voices of doubt never stopped.

Seeing that enough people had gathered, Xu Xian jumped onto the forging table and faced the crowd. "Good question. Whether I have the strength or not certainly can't be proven just by talking. I wonder if you all recognize this?"

Saying so, Xu Xian held up the badge he had obtained from the Forging Hall and slowly moved it so everyone could see.

The crowd stood on their tiptoes and craned their necks, competing to get a look.

"What kind of thing is this..."

"I've never seen it before."

"It looks like a waist token. It says 'sixth-rank spirit forger' on it."

"Is it real? You didn't just forge it yourself to trick us, did you?"

"Does this look like a Wendao Sword Sect forging waist token?"

Xu Xian pointed at one person in the crowd and shouted, "Exactly! This brother knows his stuff. This is a waist token issued by the Forging Hall of the Wendao Sword Sect. I don't think I need to say more about its authority. My Wendao Sword Sect never fakes anything."

Hearing it was a Wendao Sword Sect badge and seeing that the few of them were indeed wearing the robes of the Wendao Sword Sect, the jeering subsided significantly.

Most people were now half-convinced, and murmurs broke out among them.

The tone of the person who asked the question also became a bit more respectful.

"May I ask, brother, if you are truly a sixth-rank spirit forger of the Wendao Sword Sect? I don't recall the Wendao Sword Sect ever having such a young sixth-rank forger."

Xu Xian didn't hide it. He stood tall and proud as he announced his identity:

"I am humble, but I studied under Master Ruan Hao. I am the only direct disciple under Master Ruan, a genuine sixth-rank spirit forger."

Hearing Master Ruan's name, the crowd below suddenly erupted in surprised cries.

"Master Ruan?"

"The ninth-rank spirit forger... Aside from Ancient Sword Mountain, he's the number one forger of this age..."

"Master Ruan took a disciple..."

One by one, they were stunned. If he really was Master Ruan's disciple and had already reached the sixth-rank at such a young age, then this youth really wasn't boasting.

Calling this Demon-Slaying City's Number One Forging Workshop was indeed worthy of the name.

However, there were still peers from the same trade mixed in who took the opportunity to cause trouble, exposing him by saying, "Fellow Daoists, don't listen to his boasting. Master Ruan has never taken a disciple in his life, except for one person—the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect, that eighteen-year-old nascent soul, Xu Xian. Could it be that you are Xu Xian?"

The crowd jeered again.

"Yeah, are you Xu Xian?"

"Exactly, are you playing us?"

"Brother, stop joking. You can't handle the consequences of that claim."

Xu Xian coughed lightly and said with a curl of his lips, "That's right. A true man does not change his name, whether standing or sitting. I am Xu Xian."

Hiss—

Gasp...

The eyes of the crowd looking at the youth were filled with seventy percent shock and thirty percent daze; all were in disbelief.

Xu Xian.

The world had never seen him, but in just two short years, his name had become known to everyone.

Two things.

First, he was the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect. To avenge him, the Wendao Sword Sect had sent out ten thousand swords that hung over the Southern Heavens, nearly destroying the Cangwu Empire.

Second, a nascent soul stage cultivator not even eighteen years old—the number one of Fanzhou's new generation, a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius.

They had heard many rumors about him.

Today, they actually saw the real person.

"You... are really the Xu Xian from Wendao Sword Sect?"

"Correct!"

"The Little Grand-Uncle of Wendao Sword Sect?"

"Right!"

"The nascent soul stage cultivator who isn't even eighteen?"

"The real deal!"

The crowd asked to confirm repeatedly, and the youth's tone was certain, his gaze resolute.

"Good lord, am I dreaming..."

Yao Xiaoxiao took the chance to raise her hand in confirmation, guaranteeing solemnly, "I can testify. He is the Little Grand-Uncle of Wendao Sword Sect, the most amazing forger in Fanzhou."

Everyone was completely dumbfounded...

An eighteen-year-old nascent soul was one thing.

A twenty-year-old sixth-rank spirit forger could also be accepted.

But...

This dignified Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect had come to Demon-Slaying City to open a forging workshop? What kind of thing was that?

Excuse me, was this reasonable?

It felt like even dreams weren't this absurd.

But looking at this setup, they really couldn't help but believe it.

That was Xu Xian.

They didn't think anyone would actually dare to swagger around Demon-Slaying City pretending to be the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect.

You had to know that there were quite a few Wendao Sword Sect disciples in Demon-Slaying City. If he were a fake, he'd be hacked alive within minutes.

Since he dared to admit it, they dared to believe it, even if it felt very unreal.

They no longer questioned or shouted; instead, each of them became exceptionally well-behaved. Some didn't even dare to look the youth directly in the eye.

In the crowd, a cultivator raised his hand and asked weakly, "May I ask, Master Xu, what kind of swords does your forging workshop sell, and what is the price?"