Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 537: Second Blacksmithing Lesson

His third dantian had become much more consolidated after that battle. The pressure had truly worked. Every attack from Bao Ren, every moment of tension, had accelerated the stabilization process of the new core. The imperfections that had previously existed were now almost completely sealed, and the flow of Qi through the third dantian was much smoother.

As he walked through the bustling streets of the Celestial Descent Festival, he could clearly feel the new core becoming increasingly stable. It was a gratifying sensation, confirmation that his strategy had been the right one.

His mood immediately improved.

Now... it was time to continue learning another art.

The art of forging.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the center of the enormous city once again.

The streets were just as crowded as before, filled with cultivators of all ages and cultivation levels. Food stalls, artifact shops, betting tents, everything continued to bustle with the energy of the festival.

Amid dozens of luxurious establishments, the old blacksmith shop remained exactly as he remembered it.

Its façade was modest compared to the surrounding buildings, yet there was a solidity to it that spoke of centuries of tradition. The dark wooden door stood slightly ajar, and the muffled sound of hammering could be heard from within.

He entered calmly.

The scent of heated metal and charcoal immediately filled his senses, a familiar aroma. The air was hot and dry, laden with fine particles of metallic dust.

Hundreds of weapons still hung from the walls.

Swords of every size and shape. Curved and straight sabers. Spears with gleaming tips. War axes and battle axes. Combat hammers and ceremonial hammers.

Each radiated a different aura, a unique personality. Some pulsed with Fire Qi, while others exuded the chill of ice. There were weapons of wind, water, wood, earth, and metal. A symphony of energies filled the space with its presence.

Kyrian walked toward the door leading to the back.

He raised his hand.

The sound of his knuckles against the wood echoed through the room.

A few seconds of silence.

Then, a firm voice came from the other side.

"Come in."

Kyrian opened the door.

An intense wave of heat immediately struck his face, like opening the door of a furnace. The air beyond was almost unbearably hot, filled with steam and flying sparks.

Inside the enormous workshop, Sun Luguo was working before a gigantic furnace. The fire within burned with an intensity that would make an ordinary cultivator step back, yet the old blacksmith seemed completely immune to the heat.

The old man remained shirtless, his bronze skin glistening with sweat. Well-defined muscles, the proof of decades of hard labor, shifted beneath his skin as he raised and lowered his hammer.

Heavy hammer blows echoed continuously throughout the workshop.

The sound was rhythmic, almost hypnotic, like the heartbeat of a giant. Every strike was precise, every impact perfectly controlled.

Upon the anvil...

A massive axe was in the process of being forged.

Its twin blades were already nearly complete, their forms fully shaped and polished. Only the final adjustments remained, the last quenching, the edge polishing, and the engraving of the runes.

Sun Luguo didn’t even glance back.

He continued striking the incandescent metal with absolute concentration, his eyes fixed on the piece taking shape before him. Every hammer blow was accompanied by a small explosion of sparks, and the metal gradually changed form beneath his strikes.

Only after several more blows did he finally speak.

"I’m finishing this piece."

Another heavy strike sent sparks flying throughout the workshop, briefly illuminating the old blacksmith’s sweat-covered face.

"For now..."

His voice remained calm, yet it carried an authority that demanded attention.

"Just watch."

Another hammer strike. The metal groaned beneath the impact, yielding to its creator’s will.

"And try to learn something."

He once again raised the massive hammer, his hand trembling slightly from the accumulated strain.

"After that..."

A faint smile appeared on his face, the first sign of affection he had shown.

"...your lesson will begin."

Kyrian simply nodded.

His eyes remained completely focused on the axe being forged.

Every strike. Every movement. Every breath Sun Luguo took.

He had no intention of missing even the smallest detail.

...

Time passed slowly inside the blacksmith shop.

Kyrian watched in silence as Sun Luguo continued his work. The old blacksmith moved with a grace that contrasted with his robust appearance, every gesture executed with the precision of a dancer.

He observed how Sun Luguo controlled the temperature of the metal, adjusting the furnace’s flames with subtle uses of Qi. He watched how the old man used different parts of the hammer for different purposes, sometimes striking with the face, other times with the edge. He saw how he cooled the metal at precise intervals, immersing it in water or oil to achieve the desired temper.

And, most importantly, he witnessed the connection between Sun Luguo and his creation. Every strike was a form of communication between blacksmith and metal, a silent dialogue in which the material responded to its creator’s will.

Understanding slowly began to form within his mind.

Forging was not merely about brute strength. It was about sensitivity, precision, and patience. It was about understanding the nature of metal, its properties, and its limits. It was about fusing Qi and matter into perfect harmony.

He thought about the alchemy formula he had created, the Thunder Reinforcement Medicinal Lotion. The process of creating a formula was no different from forging a weapon. Both required a profound understanding of the materials, precision in their application, and the ability to see beyond the obvious.

His saber, that weapon that gleamed with lightning, had been forged by Sun Luguo. By someone who understood the dance between creator and creation.

And now...

He was about to learn that dance as well.

A new smile appeared on his face.

Kyrian’s journey continued, and every step brought him closer to his ultimate goal.

To become stronger. To master every art that captured his interest. And to discover the true limit of his potential.