Xianzhou Luofu, outside the gate of the Artisanship Commission.
Nero and Yanqing stood there staring at each other with wide eyes.
They were kicked out by the current Master Craftsman.
"Looks like it really won't work."
Nero stroked his chin and said as if making a conclusion.
At the very beginning, the Master Craftsman thought the two of them were there to cause trouble.
But after seeing Black Cutter, the Master Craftsman was indeed interested.
However, after listening to Nero explain Black Cutter's origin, which he had heard from Silver Branch, this master craftsman firmly decided that the two of them were here to cause trouble and directly drove them out.
There was nothing they could do about it.
After all, the birth of Black Cutter itself carried hope and miracles. Besides the superb skill of the blacksmith on that unknown planet, it also responded to the Stellaron, to the wishes of countless craftsmen and the prayers of the people to slay evil beasts.
And even setting that aside, from a mystical point of view, Black Cutter had long been worshiped on that planet as a symbol of the so called God of Craftsmen.
The birth of Aeons might not be earlier than intelligent life, and the universe has existed far longer than intelligent life.
Over that long span of time, countless legends flashed across the night sky like meteors, and the faith of living beings was not limited only to Aeons.
The imagination of life will never go beyond what its eyes can see. What if Black Cutter is actually something special?
In short, the idea of using a Stellaron to forge another weapon with its own consciousness has fallen through for now.
However, Yanqing was not too disappointed, since he had already bought the new flying swords.
You could tell just by looking at him that the child was smiling brightly while hugging the few newly bought flying swords.
"It's fine, anyway I got the new flying swords."
Yanqing replied to Nero happily, "As long as the new flying swords are in hand, that's enough."
Nero narrowed his eyes as he looked at Yanqing.
Before entering the Artisanship Commission, he was still struggling over the money he had gotten through dirty means. Now that the money had turned into flying swords, there was no problem at all, right?
'So this is what you're like, Yanqing!'
Yanqing noticed Nero staring at him. His face turned red, and he hurriedly changed the subject in a fluster.
"Nero! Let's have another match!"
"Another one? Didn't you lose last time?" Nero, who did not like fighting very much, was not too willing, although he knew fighting felt good and liked jumping slashes.
Yanqing shook a finger at Nero and put on the posture of an older brother. "Martial skills must be honed daily to improve. And when it comes to honing, nothing is more suitable than real combat!"
After saying that, Yanqing looked at Nero with a bit of resentment. "Besides, you didn't fight me seriously last time, did you?"
"Most of the sword moves you used were learned on the spot. They were smooth, but I could tell from your movements that you weren't familiar with them."
"Hehehe... you found out!" Nero smiled shyly and scratched his head.
Yanqing blinked, stepped forward, and said aggressively, "So let's do it again! This time use your own, familiar moves!"
"It's fine, I guess..." Nero quietly shuffled back a few small steps, increasing the distance between them.
"But last time I paid when we went to the Alchemy Commission. This time you have to pay yourself."
"After all, you already bought new flying swords... and you still have to pay me back for last time's medical fees!"
"Fine!" Yanqing agreed readily, then suddenly felt something was off. "Didn't Bailu treat me last time and say it was free?"
"Just tell me whether your injuries were healed or not!" Nero said confidently.
Yanqing, "..."
The person in front of him, ever since returning to the Xianzhou, had gotten along well with him.
Yanqing's impression of Nero could probably be summed up in one sentence, "He's really good looking, really strong, and really annoying."
But being good looking and strong makes it easy to forgive how annoying he is.
He's the type you can't bear to scold, and can't actually beat.
Earlier on, Yanqing had been very curious about Nero.
Besides the bits of information he heard from the General, when he listened to Mr. Xiyan tell the storybook Universe Sword Immortal at the Sleepless Earl, he heard even more from the tea guests and Boss Mengming.
Even back then, he was already curious about Nero's looks.
And on the day Nero returned to the Luofu, he realized that the tea guests at the Sleepless Earl were not joking at all.
When he saw him for the first time, he himself froze for a moment. The others were about the same. What surprised him the most was that even the General lost focus for a brief moment.
To use the words of a certain villain in Universe Sword Immortal when describing the Universe Sword Immortal, it was, "What a face that could ruin a nation!" That was Yanqing's first impression of Nero.
But after they started interacting and sparring, that impression began to change. Up until now, his understanding of Nero had become quite deep.
Speaking of which, Yanqing really liked the Universe Sword Immortal told by Mr. Xiyan.
And a large part of the story in Universe Sword Immortal was adapted from Nero's experiences sent back.
If you round it up like that, could Yanqing be considered as having grown up listening to Nero's stories?
Enough small talk. Since he promised Yanqing to have another match using his own familiar moves, then let's do it.
The two of them walked side by side toward the small realm where they usually practiced and sparred.
As for why they were not going to the martial arena, it was because Yanqing knew a bit about Nero's strength and was afraid of losing face, while Nero did not like being surrounded by a crowd.
Besides, if they went there, wouldn't they disturb the Cloud Knights' training?
As they walked, Nero felt his phone vibrate twice. He took it out to check the message.
It was from Qingque.
First he saw a sighing emoji from Qingque, followed by a message, President Que, which was the remark Nero gave her, "As the saying goes, life is unpredictable, intestines wrapped around intestines. Nero, come out tonight to eat hulu head soaked bread!"
Looking at this message, Nero blinked and replied, "Lost at cards today?"
President Que, "Don't talk nonsense. It's just slacking off. How can that be about winning or losing? I just had bad luck!"
Nero, "Then can I bring someone else?"
President Que, "Doesn't matter, but you have to come! Seeing you makes my mood better!"
President Que, "Seriously, Nero, you should just go to the Alchemy Commission. I'm not bragging. You sit there, Bailu treats physical illness, you treat heart illness. That's a strong team!"
Nero, "That's too exaggerated! Professional things should still be left to professionals."
After finishing the casual chat with Qingque, Nero raised his hand and poked Yanqing. "President Que said she's treating tonight, hulu head soaked bread. Are you going?"
Yanqing looked at Nero, blinked twice, then shrank his neck. "I'm not really into hulu head..."
"I'm not either, but we can eat something else!" Nero said.
"After sparring, let's call Bailu and Huohuo too. By the way, does Huohuo have time to come out? The Ten Lords Commission seems pretty busy..."
As he spoke, Nero suddenly seemed to realize something. He patted Yanqing's shoulder. "Oh right, you have to be the one to invite Huohuo!"
"Why?" Yanqing asked in confusion.
"I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like Mr. Tail doesn't really like me. The first time I met Huohuo, Mr. Tail suddenly bristled up, shouting 'Too dazzling!' while hiding from me..." Nero narrowed his eyes, thinking.
"Tell me, can Heliobus see things that people can't?"
"What exactly do you take Heliobus for..." Yanqing looked at Nero helplessly.
He remembered that not long ago, someone had asked the same question, except the target back then was not Heliobus but Sampo.
And this time, Nero gave the answer just as quickly as before, "Mr. Cold Feet..."
"What's that?" Yanqing looked completely confused.