The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 45

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 45

 

 

 

Yeom Hwa looked at Jeok Wigang with an expression full of displeasure.

 

“This isn’t a playground for scholars to mess around in.”

“You brat? Are you saying you’ll disobey orders now?”

“No, sir…”

“Young Master Jeok says he wants to do reforging, so prepare the flames accordingly. Help him with whatever he needs.”

“Yes…”

 

His response was lackluster.

 

“He is a benefactor of Cheongongro. If anything happens to displease Young Master Jeok, I will throw you out.”

“What? Yes! Ah, understood.”

 

He was startled by the mention of being thrown out and kept bowing his head repeatedly.

 

“Now, let’s go. I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

 

At Yong Myeong’s words, Jeok Wigang nodded and followed him out.

 

“Wasn’t that too harsh?”

“Ah, did it make you uncomfortable to watch? I apologize. If I don’t threaten him like that, there’s no telling when that kid might cause trouble.”

“Does he cause a lot of trouble?”

“It’s because he overflows with talent. He’s the best kid I’ve ever seen at handling fire. It’s just unfortunate that he keeps failing the tests due to bad luck.”

“I could tell just by looking at the forge flames. The flames were neat and consistent.”

 

Yong Myeong showed a surprised expression at Jeok Wigang’s words.

 

“Oh my. You properly observed the flames too. Is this really just a hobby?”

“Yes.”

“With your great strength and everything else, you’re a talent that makes me covetous.”

“Please bear with it.”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s half-joking words, Yong Myeong still wore a regretful expression.

While conversing like this, they arrived at the accommodation before they knew it.

 

“This is the accommodation where our blacksmiths stay. You can stay in that room over there. For meals, when the bell rings three times at mealtime, you can go to that dining hall over there to eat, so feel free to go and have your meals.”

“Yes.”

“I’m busy so I should get going now. You can go and do reforging right away if you want.”

“Understood. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Haha. Don’t mention it. If you need anything at all, just let me know anytime.”

 

Leaving those words behind, Yong Myeong hurriedly ran off as if he was truly in a rush.

 

“Young Master. Are you really planning to stay here?”

“Why? It’s fun, isn’t it? I’m so excited right now.”

 

When Jeok Wigang spoke with a truly delighted expression, Taecheon shook his head.

 

“Then are you planning to go to the forge right away?”

“Yeah.”

“Understood. Then I’ll organize your accommodations together with Older Brother Sohwan.”

 

Chu Sohwan showed a startled expression, but Taecheon didn’t even pay attention to it.

 

“I don’t like cleaning…”

 

His quietly voiced objection was also lightly ignored.

 

 

 

Jeok Wigang examined the discarded swords in the warehouse.

Though they were failed swords, there were quite a few that could become famous swords if properly maintained.

To think they’d throw away even these swords as failures.

He truly thought this was Heavenly Martial City’s blacksmith shop.

Being one of the Three Great Smiths of Central Plains, they probably couldn’t tolerate even such small flaws.

He collected a total of five swords like this.

Among them, he set aside the best sword separately.

It was a sword to give to Grandfather.

When he brought the swords to the forge, Yeom Hwa was waiting with a thoroughly displeased expression.

He had clearly given strict instructions not to upset his mood before leaving, yet here he was openly showing his displeasure.

It made him laugh.

He set down the swords and spoke.

 

“I’d like to be alone, so could you please leave?”

 

At this, Yeom Hwa glanced at the forge and said.

 

“Sigh… If blue light rises from those flames, you must tell me immediately. Do you understand? Young, Mas, ter?”

“Yes. I understand.”

 

Blue flames rising means the temperature inside the forge has changed.

Then heat wouldn’t spread evenly through the iron, causing problems.

He could see him forcing his reluctant steps away with a distrustful expression.

Once Yeom Hwa left, Jeok Wigang immediately put a sword into the forge.

The fire was so good that the sword turned red-hot in an instant.

Jeok Wigang lightly placed his hand over the red-hot sword surface and muttered something.

 

Soul Within Flames, Thousand Hammers Hundred Refinements.

Crimson Flames Unceasing, Steel Heart Reborn.

 

Then white light arose from Jeok Wigang’s hand and began to gradually spread to the sword.

He was deploying a magic arts method newly reborn by combining the magic he had learned with the magic arts of Central Plains.

The current incantation was one to strengthen the sword.

Jeok Wigang’s energy covered the entire sword.

Jeok Wigang took it out and began tapping it with his finger.

 

Ting-.

 

Each time his finger struck, Jeok Wigang’s energy fluctuated and was absorbed into the sword.

As the cause of the defect was removed, the sword’s strength was becoming incredibly solid at the same time.

Each tap of Jeok Wigang’s finger was displaying power comparable to Ten Thousand Refinements Steel, the highest grade among refined steel.

 

Ting-.

 

With the final flick of his finger, all remaining energy was absorbed and it flashed so brightly it was dazzling.

After examining the sword from various angles, Jeok Wigang set it aside with satisfaction.

Then he picked up the next sword and began the same process.

 

 

 

How much time had passed?

Jeok Wigang stretched and emerged from the forge.

Yeom Hwa, who had been waiting outside, quickly ran over to check the forge’s condition first.

The crimson flames were still rising.

The fact that it was maintained like this meant black coal had been added to the forge at just the right times.

Yeom Hwa looked at Jeok Wigang again.

He had thought he was just a scholar who only studied, but it seemed he knew how to handle fire quite well.

Well, that’s why he asked to borrow the forge.

He suddenly became curious.

What condition were the swords Jeok Wigang had worked on?

Looking around, he saw five swords neatly arranged.

The moment he saw the swords, Yeom Hwa unconsciously gasped in admiration.

In all his life, he had never seen swords that gleamed like that.

They were so bright just looking at them was dazzling.

The edges were sharpened so keenly that just looking at them seemed like they would cut flesh.

Picking up a sword to examine it, it was perfect.

Even the weight distribution was perfect and it was light.

When he tapped the sword surface with his finger, a clear and pure sound rang out.

This meant the sword’s strength was also supreme.

He had definitely heard that the swords here were taken from the failed ones, right?

Was that wrong?

Had he mistakenly given directions to the warehouse and actually directed him to Heavenly Martial City’s armory?

Even the armory wouldn’t have swords this good.

At a glance, these were famous swords among famous swords.

Could it be that the scholar had reforged them to make them like this?

If that were true, that scholar could be truly dangerous.

Just through reforging, he had transformed failed swords into famous swords – how excellent would he make truly good famous swords?

Those with ill intentions would compete to capture Jeok Wigang.

Or kill him.

If they couldn’t have him for themselves, they’d rather kill him – that was the way of martial artists.

Whatever the case, Yeom Hwa revised his assessment of Jeok Wigang once again.

He was a genius among geniuses.

Yeom Hwa felt good.

What could be the reason Jeok Wigang left these wonderful swords here?

Wasn’t it because he trusted him?

He felt sorry for not treating him well enough today.

He thought he should treat him well when he came tomorrow.

 

 

 

Yeom Hwa remained alone at the forge, hammering away.

He was not only talented but also a hard worker who put in greater effort than others.

Just his talent alone was superior to other training grounds, but when he added effort on top of that, the other training grounds couldn’t keep up with Yeom Hwa.

Thanks to this, Yeom Hwa was being ostracized by the other training grounds.

They would deliberately give him poor quality black coal and charcoal, or sometimes secretly replace his materials with iron that was truly unusable.

The problem was that even with such terrible materials, he always created items superior to theirs.

Despite having such talent, he still hadn’t become an official smith because others who feared Yeom Hwa’s talent had kept it thoroughly hidden.

Moreover, Yeom Hwa had no master to teach him and no backing to rely on.

So people would habitually ignore and torment Yeom Hwa, who had no connections or backing.

But Yeom Hwa was persistent.

Despite being tormented like this, he stubbornly endured and remained there.

This had caused Yeom Hwa’s personality to become prickly.

Late at night.

Just as Yeom Hwa was cleaning up the forge and carefully packing away the swords Jeok Wigang had left behind.

Masked men burst in and instantly knocked Yeom Hwa down.

Then they snatched away the swords Yeom Hwa had been carefully carrying.

Even in his dazed state, Yeom Hwa grabbed the Masked Man’s leg with all his strength to prevent those swords from being taken.

 

“N-no… Those swords aren’t mine… Leave them behind.”

 

The Masked Man kicked Yeom Hwa hard in the face as he spoke desperately.

From the impact, he flew backward and lost consciousness.

After confirming Yeom Hwa had fainted, the Masked Men hurriedly escaped from there.

 

 

 

The Masked Men gathered in a deserted location.

After looking around, they soon removed their masks.

 

“Hah! That bastard suddenly grabbed my leg and startled me.”

“What the hell was inside there that made him grab on so desperately? I almost killed him.”

“I think he said something about swords?”

“He also said they weren’t his.”

“Swords? Let’s open it and see.”

 

When they opened the wooden box, there were five swords inside.

 

“Wh-what is this?”

“This is incredible, isn’t it?”

“Look at this beautiful luster. How did they polish it like this?”

“And what about this edge? Ouch!”

 

Red blood dripped from the finger of the man who had touched the blade.

 

“Just lightly touching it and it cut this deep? The blade aura is no joke.”

“That damn bastard has reached the level of making swords like this?”

“No way. Even our Master couldn’t make a work like this.”

“Not just our Master, even Cheonjang Gong would have to put his heart and soul into making something like this, right?”

“Then what? Are you saying that bastard is at Cheonjang Gong’s level?”

“There’s no way. That bastard clearly said it. That it wasn’t his. Someone must have entrusted him with repairs.”

“Then isn’t that even more dangerous? I don’t know who the owner of this sword is, but they can’t be ordinary people.”

“Don’t worry about it. There’s no evidence we did it anyway. It’s the fault of the guy who forgot it.”

“Right. That guy will have to take responsibility himself.”

“Then what do we do with these swords?”

 

Everyone looked at each other.

 

“If we change the sword handle and make scabbards to put them in and carry them around, no one will know until they draw them.”

“Can we make scabbards that can withstand this blade aura?”

“We have to try.”

“Once we make the scabbards?”

“You know. We have to offer them up to those people.”

“Ah! That’s right.”

“Those people will be pleased with swords of this caliber.”

“That’s right. Now, everyone make sword handles and scabbards by tomorrow.”

“Got it.”

 

 

 

The next day, when Yeom Hwa opened his eyes and confirmed that the box containing the swords had disappeared, he was stunned.

They must have been swords made with great care.

Perhaps the masterpiece of a lifetime had emerged.

What should he say?

If he had just left them by the furnace, they wouldn’t have been stolen.

All sorts of thoughts came to him.

For now, the certain thing was to go to Jeok Wigang, tell him the truth, and beg for forgiveness.

 

“Ugh!”

 

As he tried to get up from his spot, his face hurt as if it would shatter.

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