Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 540: Second Blacksmithing Lesson (4)

Kyrian felt a genuine sense of satisfaction rise within his chest, a warmth that went beyond physical exhaustion.

Coming from anyone else, perhaps that praise would not have meant much. Empty words were common in the cultivation world, where everyone tried to appear greater than they truly were.

But coming from Sun Luguo...

It was worth far more than dozens of ordinary compliments.

The old man carefully placed the sword on the workbench, as if he were laying a baby down to sleep.

"Three blades..."

"...in just one day."

His gaze remained on the third sword, studying it with the attention it deserved.

"It was possible to clearly see your progress."

At last, he turned back to Kyrian, his eyes meeting his disciple’s with an intensity that spoke of mutual respect.

"Honestly..."

"I’ve never seen anyone learn this fast."

He pointed toward the third sword.

"It’s already on the verge of perfection."

"If you continue improving at this pace..."

"...in just a few days, we’ll begin studying low-grade spiritual weapons."

Kyrian was pleased, but he did not allow pride to cloud his judgment. Even so, he calmly asked,

"I can still continue today."

He looked toward another block of iron, the raw metal still waiting for its turn.

"One more?"

Sun Luguo immediately shook his head, a firm gesture that left no room for discussion.

"No."

"That’s enough for today."

His voice became slightly gentler, the tone of a master who genuinely cared about his disciple’s well-being.

"Rest is also part of training."

"The mind needs time to organize everything it has learned."

"Come back tomorrow."

A small smile appeared on his face once more, the first sign of genuine affection.

"We’ll repeat this process..."

"...until ’almost perfect’ becomes ’perfect.’"

Kyrian nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in his master’s words.

"Yes, Master."

...

When he left the forge...

The sun had already begun to slowly disappear beyond the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold that reflected across the buildings’ facades. The streets of the Sky Caravan were beginning to glow with spiritual lanterns, creating a magical landscape of dancing lights.

As he walked through the bustling streets...

He could clearly feel that his understanding had deepened.

Forging. Alchemy. Cultivation.

The more he learned...

The more he realized that all of those arts shared the same foundations.

In alchemy... one had to remove impurities from herbs, extract their essence, and combine them in harmony.

In forging... impurities were removed from the metal, and the steel’s structure was refined until it reached its ideal form.

In cultivation... impurities were eliminated from the body itself, and Qi was purified through constant cycles of refinement.

Everything followed remarkably similar principles.

The same laws that governed the universe manifested themselves in each of those arts, merely in different forms.

Even his third dantian seemed to respond to those thoughts. Its flow of Qi became increasingly stable, the energy channels aligning with a harmony that had never existed before.

"Probably..."

He murmured to himself, his voice low beneath the crowd’s chatter.

"One or two more battles while using my suppressed cultivation..."

"...and it will be completely consolidated."

A faint smile appeared on his face, a smile of quiet satisfaction.

The night streets of the Celestial Descent Festival were even livelier than they had been during the day.

Cultivators celebrated their victories in improvised taverns, raising cups of spiritual wine while recounting stories of battle. Merchants announced nighttime auctions, their voices echoing above the crowd. The aroma of roasted meat and spiritual wine filled the air, blending with the festival’s vibrant energy.

Groups of young warriors laughed and discussed their techniques, while elders watched from afar, their experienced eyes evaluating the new generation.

Even so...

Kyrian had no interest in any of those distractions.

His path was different.

He headed straight toward his small courtyard, gradually leaving behind the noise and lights of the festival.

When he arrived...

He calmly sat beneath the gentle glow of the spiritual lanterns illuminating the courtyard. The silence was a relief after the day’s chaos.

He closed his eyes.

He slowly began circulating his Qi.

The energy flowed through his meridians, passing through his three dantians in a continuous cycle. Each circulation purified his essence a little more, each cycle strengthened his foundation a little further.

As night descended upon the Sky Caravan...

The insights he had gained throughout the day were gradually assimilated into his mind.

The lessons of alchemy. The lessons of forging. The lessons of combat.

Everything merged into a deeper understanding, a unified vision of the martial arts.

Outside, the Festival continued to pulse with life, its lights shining beneath the night sky.

New battles would take place the following day.

New opportunities would arise. New challenges would await.

But at that moment...

Kyrian simply cultivated in silence, his body motionless, his mind focused. Every breath was a form of meditation.

Preparing himself for the challenges that still lay ahead.

Kyrian remained exactly where he was.

Beneath the gentle glow of the spiritual lanterns, he continued circulating his Qi slowly through his three dantians. The energy flowed steadily through his meridians, without the slightest hurry, like a peaceful river following its natural course.

The third dantian responded better and better.

With every complete cycle, its stability improved a little more. The few remaining irregularities were gently refined by the continuous flow of Qi, while the insights he had gained throughout the day naturally settled into his mind.

About half an hour passed in silence.

Kyrian slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the night sky above the courtyard. The stars shone brilliantly over the Sky Caravan, while the distant sounds of the Celestial Descent Festival could still be heard.

A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"That’s enough for today."

He calmly stood up and entered the small house he had rented.

The interior was simple, yet comfortable. He lit a small spiritual flame on the stove and took several medicinal herbs from his spatial ring.

Calming leaves.

A small piece of aromatic root.

Several dried flowers are known for relaxing both body and mind.

He carefully placed everything into a small clay kettle. Soon, the gentle aroma of the herbs began to fill the room, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

A few minutes later, he poured himself a cup.

The tea had a pale green color and gave off a delicate fragrance.

Kyrian drank it slowly, feeling the pleasant warmth travel down his throat and spread throughout his body. The slight fatigue accumulated after an entire day of battles, alchemy, and forging gradually faded away, replaced by a comfortable sense of relaxation.

When he finished, he set the cup on the table.

He slowly removed the robe he had worn throughout the day and changed into light clothes meant for sleeping.

Then, he walked over to the bed.

He lay down quietly, resting his head on the pillow as he stared at the wooden ceiling for a few moments.

His body completely relaxed.

His eyes slowly drifted shut.

Within his heart, there was only a small trace of anticipation.

Perhaps...

That night...

He would meet Gao Ziyue once again in his dreams.