"In this case, we will only have trouble with Master Ban Chen."
Ye Shitian handed Ku Yongyin's sword to Ban Chen.
Ban Chen's expression suddenly changed, and his breathing became rapid.
Immediately, Ban Chen began to watch it carefully.
At this time, Ban Chen looked very excited and excited, as if his entire body was devoted to the sword.
After seeing this, Ye Shicai breathed a sigh of relief.
If Ban Chen was too sad, it would be too cruel for him to ask Ban Chen to help him forge the sword.
"What a great sword! What a great sword!"
Ban Chen murmured: "I have always dreamed of owning a weapon with a soul."
"I want to know whose hand it is that can forge such a magical weapon."
"This is not forged."
Ye Shitian said seriously: "The forging technology of this sword is not as good as that of Master Ban."
"The reason why this sword has a soul is because this sword is integrated into the fragments of the imperial weapon."
"Imperial soldiers?"
Ban Chen's body trembled and he said: "The legendary weapon used by the powerful God Emperor?"
"Yep."
Ye Shitian nodded and said: "Real emperor-level experts can move mountains and seas with just a raise of their hands. Their strength is hard to imagine."
"In their hands, even a piece of scrap metal can become a murderous weapon."
"After the catalysis of time, their weapons will become like souls."
"Now this sword is integrated into the imperial weapon, so it has special abilities."
"I asked Master Ban to melt this sword, and then integrate the imperial weapons in the sword into the newly forged sword."
After Ye Shitian finished speaking, Ban Chen's face became serious and he said, "I can give it a try, but I'm not sure."
"Then I'll trouble Master Ben."
Ye Shitian said.
"Brother Xiaotian, there is no need to be polite to me."
Ban Chen said: "I will try to integrate into the new sword."
"Okay, then I won't disturb Master Ben."
Ye Shitian exited Ban Chen's room.
Ye Shitian was very familiar with Ban Chen and knew that he needed absolute silence when forging swords.
After leaving Ban Chen's room, Ye Shitian took his sisters and began to help the villagers in Shiwai Village to repair the houses damaged in the battle.
At this time, in the room, Ban Chen was seriously making a sword.
He had completely integrated into sword-making, and even forgot the grief of losing his son.
Half an hour later, Ban Chen looked at the sword in front of him with a gloomy expression.
He failed.
Although he integrated the fragments of the imperial weapon into the sword, it is still an ordinary sword without its own soul.
The fragments he used were brought by Ku Yongyin.
In front of him, the sword belonging to Ku Yongyin was placed there.
What exactly went wrong?
He didn't know who this sword came from and how others did it.
After thinking about it carefully, Ban Chen started making swords again.
Just when he was about to take action, he saw a half-finished long knife.
This long sword was forged by his son. Before it was completed, the people from the Black Tribe came.
When Ban Jiu jumped into the furnace, his blood also splashed on the long knife, even causing some bloody scars to appear on the long knife.
After seeing the knife, Ban Chen thought of his son.
Sadness arose in my heart.
The saddest thing in the world is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift, right?
Ban Chen stroked the long knife, his hands trembling.
Suddenly, Ban Chen's body trembled, and he noticed the difference in this long knife.
Even if it is a semi-finished product, it still has a special charm.
This long sword seems to have a soul.
"I know! I know..."
Ban Chen's expression gradually became excited and he laughed.
Before Ban Jiu died, his blood fell on the long sword, which was equivalent to sacrificing the sword with his body, thus giving life to the long sword.
"Son, you are not dead, you are not dead, you are just living in a different way."
Ban Chen said in a deep voice: "I will help you finish your unfinished work."
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"
Not long after, the sound of casting came again in the room.
An hour later, a brand new long knife appeared in front of Ban Chen.
The long knife is very thick and heavy, and even the blade doesn't look very sharp.
However, Ban Chen believed that this was the most satisfying work in his life.
He picked up the long knife and slashed at the table.
Quietly, the broad stone table is like cutting tofu, with extremely neat cuts.
At the same time, a sharp sword energy slashed out, creating a deep and long crack in the ground.
Ban Chen was not a warrior, so the sharp sword energy was emitted by the sword itself.
Obviously, this long knife has a soul of its own.
"I see."
Ban Chen said firmly.
He knows how to make magic weapons.
He found a piece of paper and began to explain his funeral arrangements.
He wanted to forge a magical weapon and sacrifice his body to the sword.
After the explanation, he took out a long sword embryo, and then integrated the two fragments of the imperial weapon into it.
As the two imperial soldiers merged, he could clearly feel the changes in the sword.
At this point, the sword still has no soul.
But even if the sword has no soul, it is still the sharpest weapon he has ever forged.
Even just looking at the sword like this, he felt a biting chill.
"The power of these two imperial soldiers is too strong. If they cannot be controlled, this long sword will become a demonic sword that kills countless people."
Ban Chen's eyes were serious.
He walked to the furnace with his long sword and threw himself directly into the furnace.
"boom!"
The fire shot into the sky and engulfed Ban Chen and the sword together.
By night, all the houses of the villagers in Shiwai Village had been repaired, but there was no movement at all in the morning, which made Ye Shitian start to feel a little worried.
After all, Ban Chen had just experienced the pain of losing his son. He was alone in the room. If something unexpected happened...
Thinking of this, Ye Shitian decided to go in and see the situation.
With his strength, even if he came to the room, Ban Chen would not notice it.
However, when Ye Shitian came to the door of Ban Chen's room, his expression changed drastically.
He couldn't feel Ban Chen's breathing!
Ye Shitian was sure that Ban Chen never left the room.
But now there is no breath of Ban Chen in the room.
Immediately, Ye Shitian rushed into Ban Chen's room.
Ye Shitian looked around and found that Ban Chen was not there.
Then, Ye Shitian's eyes fell on the furnace.
A bad premonition arose.
Ye Shitian ran to the furnace.
At this time, a long sword fell there in the furnace.
Next to the furnace, Ye Shitian saw a fragment of clothing.
It's Ban Chen's.
At this time, Ye Shitian found a paper full of words on the table.
After reading it, he fell silent.
It turns out that after Ban Jiu's death, Ban Chen had already wanted to die. Now that he has found a way to forge a magical weapon, this life is enough.
He has no regrets in this life.
He wants to forge a unique magic weapon and live in another way.
Ye Shitian looked at the furnace and bowed deeply.