Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 642: Last days on the Caravan (3)

Sun Luguo’s lesson continued for several hours, the sound of hammering filling the workshop like a constant heartbeat, while Kyrian absorbed every teaching with unusual attention, his violet eyes fixed on every movement of the old master.

The heat of the furnace enveloped the environment, and the smell of heated metal and tempering oil mingled with the air, creating a familiar atmosphere that Kyrian had already learned to appreciate.

The old man quickly realized that there was something different about that day. Kyrian was asking more questions than he normally did, his mind working at an accelerated pace, as if he were trying to absorb decades of knowledge in just a few hours.

"Why does this alloy need to be cooled this way? Wouldn’t it be more efficient to use a gradual cooling method?"

"What if I alter the amount of Qi used during the fusion? Would that affect the crystalline structure of the metal?"

"Can this inscription be engraved before the final tempering process, or would that compromise its stability?"

"If the weapon possessed its own energy circulation, would it be possible to alter the structure of the spiritual core without destroying the integrity of the blade?"

One question came right after another, each deeper than the previous one, showing that Kyrian was not merely memorizing but truly understanding the principles behind the techniques.

Sun Luguo finally lowered the hammer, the metal resting on the anvil with a metallic sound, and looked at him with an expression that mixed curiosity and understanding.

"You’re in a hurry."

Kyrian stopped for a moment, his hand still hovering over the metal.

"Am I?"

"Yes." The old man narrowed his eyes, his experienced gaze scanning the young man’s face.

"Normally you observe first and only ask when you encounter something you cannot understand. Today you’re trying to learn everything at once, as if time were running out."

Kyrian remained silent for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on the anvil as he processed the master’s words. Then he answered, his voice calm.

"I’m going to leave the Caravan of the Sky."

Sun Luguo’s expression changed slightly, a shadow of surprise appearing in his ancient eyes.

"When?"

"After the Celestial Descent Festival. The comprehension competition ends tomorrow, and then I have no reason to stay."

"So that’s why." The old man let out a low laugh, a sound that carried more understanding than surprise, and rested the hammer back on the table.

"I was beginning to think that I had finally managed to make you impatient."

Kyrian faintly smiled, a rare gesture that softened his features.

"It’s not that."

"I know." Sun Luguo observed the young man for a few moments, his eyes traveling over his features, his posture, and the silent determination emanating from him.

"You arrived only a short time ago, but you’ve already participated in the competitions and learned alchemy and spiritual forging, and you still seem to be thinking about leaving for somewhere completely different. You don’t see someone with such a hunger for knowledge every day."

"There are many places I still want to see. The Caravan of the Sky is only the beginning."

"Natural." Sun Luguo nodded, his eyes shining with a light of recognition.

"The Caravan of the Sky is enormous, but it is still only a small part of this world. Staying here forever wouldn’t suit someone like you. You have the look of someone destined for greater things."

Kyrian did not respond, but his silence was a confirmation.

The old man picked up the hammer again, his fingers wrapping around the handle with the familiarity of decades.

"When I was your age, I also wanted to see the world." He smiled, a smile carrying the nostalgia of a distant youth.

"I ended up getting stuck in a workshop."

Kyrian replied, his voice carrying a sincerity he rarely showed.

"It doesn’t seem like you regret it."

"I don’t regret it." Sun Luguo raised the hammer, the metal shining beneath the light of the furnace.

"Everyone finds their own path. Mine was this, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything."

The next hammer strike hit the metal, the sound echoing throughout the workshop.

’Clang!’

"If you really intend to leave, then make the most of the time you still have. Don’t waste a single moment."

Kyrian nodded, his determination clear in his eyes.

"That’s exactly what I intend to do."

Sun Luguo remained silent for a few moments, his eyes fixed on the young man, before adding.

"Tomorrow I’ll give you something."

Kyrian raised an eyebrow, curious.

"What?"

"Study material." The old man smiled, a smile carrying the satisfaction of a master who sees his student ready to move forward.

"You only learned the fundamentals of spiritual forging from me. I don’t want all of this to be wasted just because you decided to leave."

He pointed toward a small pile of books sitting on a shelf, each one a treasure of knowledge accumulated over decades.

"I’ll prepare some material with a few techniques, diagrams, and explanations about different methods of spiritual forging. It won’t be enough to turn you into a great blacksmith like me, but it should allow you to continue studying on your own, wherever you go."

Kyrian was genuinely pleased, a spark of gratitude in his violet eyes.

"Thank you, Master Sun."

"Don’t thank me yet." Sun Luguo laughed, the hoarse sound echoing through the workshop.

"You’ll have to read everything. And I’m not talking about a superficial reading, I’m talking about studying, practicing, making mistakes, and trying again."

"I’ll read it."

"Then it’s decided."

The afternoon continued peacefully, the rhythm of hammering continuing to echo through the workshop, accompanied by the constant crackling of the furnace. Kyrian spent the rest of his time practicing his movements, which were more fluid and natural than before.

This time, he did not simply try to repeat the movements taught by Sun Luguo. He paid attention to the way the metal reacted to the heat, the circulation of spiritual Qi, and the small changes that occurred with every strike.

His understanding had improved considerably, and the same process that had previously required extreme concentration now seemed much more natural, as if his body were beginning to understand what his mind had already comprehended.