Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 614: Spiritual Forge (2)

Kyrian observed with growing attention, his violet eyes capturing every detail. His gaze could perceive things that an ordinary person would never notice; inside the dark-blue metal, there were small lines of natural energy, veins of light that ran through the material like underground rivers.

They were not meridians, not exactly. They were something closer to the material’s own spiritual characteristics, the essence of its nature.

When Sun Luguo struck certain points, these lines compressed, as if they were being molded. When he changed the angle of the hammer, they reorganized themselves, finding new configurations. And, slowly, they began to form a stable structure, a pattern that was both natural and deliberate.

"This is water-attributed metal." Sun Luguo explained, his voice calm as he worked.

"Even if you don’t possess Water Qi, you can still use it to create a weapon suited to this element."

Kyrian raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised.

Sun Luguo noticed his reaction and smiled.

"Surprised?"

"A little. I always thought compatibility was somewhat more essential."

"Many beginners believe they can only forge materials compatible with their own cultivation. It’s a stupid and limiting idea."

The old man let out a laugh, the hoarse sound echoing through the workshop.

"A blacksmith doesn’t need to be the same as the weapon he is creating. He doesn’t need to share its nature or element."

’Clang!’

"He needs to understand it."

’Clang!’

"He needs to comprehend its essence, its language, its way of existing. It is different from mastering it."

The metal began to take the shape of a small blade, an elegant dagger emerging from the raw bar like a sculpture being revealed.

Kyrian realized that Sun Luguo was not trying to transform the metal into something that matched his own Qi. On the contrary, he was allowing the material’s aquatic nature to remain intact, allowing its essence to remain unchanged.

The difference was subtle but fundamental.

"If I try to erase the material’s nature, I will destroy part of its potential. The weapon may still function, but it will never reach its true capability. It’s like trying to make a fish fly. You can force it, but it will never be as good as a bird."

He quickly cooled the blade using a spiritual technique, plunging it into a liquid that emitted a bluish light.

’Shhhhhh!’

A cloud of bluish steam appeared, enveloping the anvil for a moment before dissipating.

When it disappeared, a small dagger rested on the anvil, its surface shining with a deep blue hue.

Sun Luguo lifted it, and an extremely thin layer of moisture covered the blade. It was not ordinary water; it was condensed spiritual energy, a manifestation of the weapon’s nature.

"Look."

Kyrian moved closer, his eyes fixed on the dagger. The weapon seemed simple at first glance, but his eyes revealed something completely different. Inside the blade existed a stable spiritual flow, a current of energy that naturally circulated through the weapon like blood through veins. It was as if the dagger itself were breathing, as if it possessed a life of its own.

"It possesses Water Qi." Kyrian said, his voice low.

"Exactly." Sun Luguo set it aside, a careful gesture.

"And I don’t possess Water Qi. My nature is Fire, the complete opposite. And yet, I managed to forge this weapon without harming its essence."

The old man smiled, a smile carrying the satisfaction of a master seeing his student understand.

"Because I didn’t try to put my nature into it. I simply helped its nature organize itself to find its own form of expression."

Kyrian remained silent, the phrase remaining in his mind like a seed planted in fertile soil.

’I didn’t try to put my nature into it. I simply helped its nature organize itself.’

Sun Luguo then walked to another shelf, his movements confident as he selected another material. He picked up a piece of emerald-green metal, so light that it seemed to float in his hand. Even from a distance, Kyrian could feel a small current of air circulating around it, as if the metal itself were alive.

"Now observe again."

The bar was placed in the furnace, and this time the process was different. Sun Luguo did not use the same temperature, did not use the same rhythm, nor did he even hold the hammer in the same way. Every detail was adjusted to suit the new nature of the material.

When he began to strike...

’Tang-tang-tang-tang!’

The blows were much faster, lighter, and more frequent. A current of air began to circulate through the workshop, Kyrian’s clothes swaying gently, the old man’s hair also moving in response to the energy emanating from the metal.

"Wind-attributed metal." Sun Luguo explained, his voice keeping pace with the strikes.

"Its nature is light and extremely unstable. If you use too much force, if you try to impose your will through violence, you will destroy its spiritual structure. It’s like trying to hold the wind with your hands; the tighter you squeeze, the more it escapes."

Kyrian followed every movement, every adjustment, every decision. The hammer descended, the bar rotated, the Qi entered, and the shape changed. And, little by little, another dagger emerged, its surface shining with an emerald-green hue.

When Sun Luguo finished, the weapon appeared almost translucent, as if it were made of solidified air. A small current of air spun around the blade, creating a hypnotic pattern of light and shadow.

Kyrian extended his hand, his eyes fixed on the dagger.

"May I?"

"You may."

He held the dagger, and the instant his fingers touched the handle, a current of air passed through his hand, gentle and cool, like a spring breeze. His eyes shone with a new understanding.

It was different. Very different from the Water dagger. The weapon possessed a kind of personality, an identity that went beyond its function. It was not a consciousness, not exactly. It was something more fundamental, an inherent nature that manifested in every detail of its existence.

Sun Luguo observed his expression, the glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

"Now do you understand?"

Kyrian took several seconds before answering, processing what he had learned.

"A spiritual weapon is not merely a weapon with Qi. It is not an object that has simply been infused with energy."

The old man smiled, encouraging him to continue.

"It is a structure that allows the nature of the material and the cultivator’s Qi to interact. It is a bridge between two different essences."

Sun Luguo slowly nodded, pride shining in his eyes.

"Exactly. You are not creating a tool; you are creating a partner, an ally that will carry the essence of its material forever."

Kyrian looked at the two daggers again, one carrying the nature of Water, the other that of Wind. Two different expressions of the same art, two lessons about the same principle.

"So the blacksmith’s function is to create a bridge. Not to dominate, not to control, only to connect."