Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1022 - 1020: Do you think I am up to it?

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1020: Do you think I am up to it?

The Taoist devoid of desires showed a look of disappointment in an instant, never expecting to come all this way only to find that the villa’s master was still out of reach.

The elderly man with the severed arm saw the disappointment on the face of the Taoist devoid of desires and couldn’t bear it, so he added, "Seeing the master isn’t impossible, there’s a sword-forging contest tomorrow. If you or your friend wins, the master will naturally listen to your request."

The Taoist originally filled with hope turned pale upon hearing about sword forging.

Although he spent a good deal of time at Hidden Sword Villa in his youth and learned some sword-forging skills, decades had passed and he had almost forgotten everything.

After so many years without forging swords, how could he compete with those people?

Not to mention winning.

As for meeting the villa’s master, it was plainly impossible.

Elder Qiu saw the Taoist devoid of desires looking dispirited and quickly stepped forward from behind the old man with the severed arm, bursting into laughter, "Ying Wanling, you think you can meet the master, you think you can forge swords? Have you forgotten the incident of the past? Dreaming of victory is simply foolish! I’m telling you, the chance to meet the master will definitely be mine!"

"It seems that my strike wasn’t forceful enough; you’re looking to practice a little more, aren’t you?"

The Taoist devoid of desires snorted coldly and limbered up, taking a step forward.

This step alarmed Elder Qiu greatly, causing him to retreat a step subconsciously.

He knew all too well the vast gap in martial prowess between himself and this man; the best way to defeat him would be through sword forging, not martial combat!

He steadied himself, glanced at the Taoist devoid of desires, and snorted coldly, "Ying Wanling, if you’re a man, I better see you at Sword Forging Square tomorrow!"

Having said this, Elder Qiu vanished from everyone’s sight.

The Taoist devoid of desires shook his head and also disappeared from Hidden Sword Villa.

He couldn’t afford such a loss of face!

...

Meanwhile, Ren Feifan had discovered some secrets of the Sword Fusion Technique and was tirelessly enjoying the process.

The cultivation technique Grandpa Xu had given him was essentially an artifact refining technique.

And it was an extremely heaven-defying artifact refining technique at that. Combining his understanding of formations and the Five Elements, he could completely create his own weaponry.

As for sword forging, that went without saying.

Ren Feifan had even forged a sword in his furnace!

He had wanted to try and absorb the properties of the Blood Drinking Sword into the Holy Abyss Sword, but he found that the Blood Drinking Sword exhibited a strong sense of rejection!

Luckily, Elder Qiu had the habit of taking notes, and he detailed the heart of crafting the Blood Drinking Sword, so Ren Feifan only needed to glance over it briefly to understand the process of refining the Blood Drinking Sword.

Elder Qiu was mistaken. The sword’s failure wasn’t due to a lack of pure, child’s blood!

What was missing was something crucial: the extraction of Spiritual Fire!

Presumably, that Elder Qiu did not possess Spiritual Fire within him nor could he find it elsewhere, which led to such a predicament.

Ren Feifan guessed that the old man would soon realize this, and promptly summoned Ming out.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Pack all the weapons into the space!"

"Yes!"

Ren Feifan and Ming swiftly packed all the third-tier weapons and even higher-tier weapons into the mysterious space!

They did not spare the three artifact refining furnaces or the Spirit Stone formation either!

In barely ten minutes, the entire villa was nearly emptied by them!

With a sweeping gesture, Ren Feifan walked out, leaving that third aunt to Ming’s handling.

Although a woman, her hands reeked heavily of blood, clearly indicating a life of wicked deeds. Furthermore, she had seen his face, so naturally, he couldn’t let her live.

After settling everything, Ren Feifan and Ming vanished from the villa.

Five minutes later, an old man hurriedly pushed open the door of the villa, but as he did, he slumped to the ground in total disbelief!

"Gone! All gone!"

Elder Qiu looked at the ruins of ten years of his hard work, clenching his fists even tighter, and roared, "Ying Wanling, if I don’t kill you, I swear I am no man! Not only do I want to kill you, but I also want to continuously humiliate you!"

...

Ren Feifan arrived at the agreed time and place with the Desireless Daoist and checked into a hotel at the foot of the mountain.

Soon, the Desireless Daoist appeared in the room but with a deeply furrowed brow, clearly deep in thought.

"Master, what did Hidden Sword Villa say? Are they willing to help us?"

Ren Feifan stood up while fiddling with a flying knife in his hand and asked.

"Sigh," the Desireless Daoist let out a deep sigh, "Feifan, let’s head back to Saint Doctor’s Gate and think of other strategies. It looks like the Hidden Sword Villa path is a no-go."

"Why?"

"The Sect Leader does not wish to see me," the Desireless Daoist said slowly.

Ren Feifan suddenly remembered that Hidden Sword Villa held a Spiritual Artifact of Saint Doctor’s Gate, and there may even be a chance that his martial sister was there. Could he use the Saint’s Mandate to find a way?

"Master, I’ll go to Hidden Sword Villa and take a look, there might be a way!"

Ren Feifan’s eyes showed an unprecedented seriousness.

"What’s the use of you going there, when you aren’t an Artifact Refiner?"

The Desireless Daoist said offhandedly.

"Artifact Refiner?"

Ren Feifan was taken aback, wasn’t he just studying Artifact Refining today?

The art of melding swords that Grandpa Xu gave him was a crucially important aspect in Artifact Refining!

Besides, he had also taken a bunch of Old Qiu’s insights on Artifact Refining and had been carefully studying them in his room; by now, he had a general understanding of Artifact Refining!

And most importantly, he had the Nine Yang True Fire within his body!

He could perfectly control the flames needed during Artifact Refining!

It was as if he was simply born to refine artifacts!

"Master, does the Sect Leader of Hidden Sword Villa only wish to meet with Artifact Refiners?" Ren Feifan asked, "Do you think I qualify?"

The Desireless Daoist gave Ren Feifan a look, his disciple’s antics were startling; he almost believed that Ren Feifan was an Artifact Refiner.

But he quickly realized that while he was willing to believe Ren Feifan was an Alchemist, the idea of him being an Artifact Refiner was far-fetched.

This guy hardly knew anything about weapons!

"Disciple, stop fooling around. Let’s head back to Saint Doctor’s Gate and plan accordingly," he said.

Of course, Ren Feifan had no intention of returning to Saint Doctor’s Gate. Unable to prove his point to his master on the spot, he directly said, "Master, if you trust me, can we go to Hidden Sword Villa now? I truly can refine and forge swords!"

The Desireless Daoist looked deeply at Ren Feifan, based on his understanding of his disciple, the possibility that Ren Feifan wasn’t lying was there.

Perhaps Ren Feifan indeed knew a thing or two about Artifact Refining, but it would likely be at a novice level.

After all, without encountering a true master of Artifact Refining, many people think they are the best in the world.

This is a classic case of the frog at the bottom of the well!

Eventually, the Desireless Daoist couldn’t argue against Ren Feifan’s determination and could only agree to take him to Hidden Sword Villa the next day to have a look.

If people laughed at them, well, that would also be a kind of experience.

Ren Feifan’s journey in martial arts had been smooth sailing so far; facing some setbacks might actually be beneficial.

However, the Desireless Daoist had a nagging feeling that, by taking Ren Feifan to the Sword Forging Competition, the one who would end up most embarrassed might actually be himself.

"Sigh!"