The Superior

"Tangtang, you said before that we'd set a date next time. Did you come here this time to discuss that matter with me?"

Song Linxin blinked her beautiful eyes, lowered her head slightly, and looked at Chu Liutang with some anticipation.

The brother-in-law's expression changed very quickly. Just a moment ago he had a gloomy face, but now he looked like a carefree and honest person with no guile.

"Yes, he discussed it with me before, and the date has been set. He wanted to tell you in person."

The elder brother-in-law's large, fan-like hand suddenly landed on Chu Liutang's shoulder with tremendous force.

"You agree, right, brother-in-law?"

Chen Lu, standing nearby, immediately judged from the sound that Chu Liutang's arm injury was quite serious, and he wouldn't be able to move it freely for at least the next few days.

Chu Liutang still had a smile on his face, as if the hand on his shoulder that could take his life at any moment had nothing to do with him.

"Yes, I've selected a few dates and wanted to discuss them with you before informing the family."

This is a big day for us; we have to decide for ourselves!

"Really! Tangtang, I've also thought of a few dates and wanted to discuss them with you."

The elder brother-in-law tightened his grip slightly, forcing Chu Liutang to swallow back the words he was about to say, and he spoke again:

"How about you decide if things are going well, Xin Xin? Didn't we agree before that you make the decisions on big things, and I'll make the decisions on small things?"

"Hmm...then..." Song Linxin pondered, hesitating about which day to choose.

"Ahem, Xin Xin, can we talk about this important life event later? My junior brother Chen has something he wants to ask you."

Chu Liutang's eyes twitched as he tried his best to suppress the increasingly heavy pressure on his shoulders, not wanting anyone to notice.

Seeing this, Chen Lu quickly spoke up to help Chu Liutang, who was being warmly greeted by his brother-in-law.

"It's like this, Miss Song, I think..."

Chen Lu repeated what he had said before.

"Can you really comprehend sword intent just by observing?" Song Linxin asked her brother, puzzled. "Brother, you also use weapons. Can you really learn anything from observing weapon forging?"

The brother-in-law released Chu Liutang, pondered for a moment, and replied, "Generally speaking, there are three ways to comprehend sword intent or similar intent."

The inferior rely on infusion, while the superior infuses their dantian with their sword intent, allowing them to release sword intent with every move. When the sword intent is depleted, it is infused again, and so on, continuously infusing the dantian.

This method allows practitioners to easily comprehend sword intent without expending too much mental energy or possessing exceptional comprehension.

However, such a request is extremely taxing on a highly skilled person's energy and spirit, so they generally wouldn't agree to it.

The middle one relies on imitation, giving it a wisp of sword intent, and the practitioner fully perceives and imitates all its details, just like carving from a mold.

But what is imitated is still imitated. However, this method of picking up scraps from others is the most common practice in the cultivation world.

The highest level relies on enlightenment, which is somewhat mysterious.

It is said that there was a peerless genius in the Xuanqing Sect who sought instruction from a master swordsman. The master did not say anything, but simply pointed to the sky.

Then, he had an epiphany on the spot, and a hundred years later, he innovated and incorporated his own knowledge, surpassing that master.

It is said that everyone who comprehends the essence of swordsmanship through this method possesses the potential to become a sword immortal.

The Xuanqing Sect once had a special way of entering the sect: anyone who could comprehend sword intent on their own could enter the sect without taking an exam and directly become an inner disciple.

Unfortunately, a hundred years ago, a cultivator who joined the sect killed many of his fellow disciples for personal gain and then fled to the Demonic Sect. Since then, this rule has been abolished.

However, if facing the former two, as long as their cultivation levels are not too different, those with strong spiritual souls can suppress their opponents, and can even defeat them without a fight just by looking at them.

"So powerful!"

After listening to her brother's story, Song Linxin felt a longing in her heart and wanted to see for herself what such a person was like.

"Yes, that's right. The difference between people lies not only in their aptitude, but also in their comprehension."

However, I think the third way is quite…” The brother-in-law struggled to find the right words to describe it.

"That's pretty ridiculous," Chen Lu added upon seeing this.

"Exactly!" The brother-in-law's face lit up with surprise. "It's pretty ridiculous, though. He just looked at the sky and figured out some kind of 'Sword Intent of Breaking Through the Sky'? If he stared at a latrine, wouldn't he have figured out some kind of 'Sword Intent of Splashing Dung'?"

Chu Liutang listened from the sidelines, feeling a similar sense of longing. If he were that kind of person, his family could fulfill any desire he had.

However, these things are just for thinking about; they have nothing to do with him.

What made him happiest at that moment was that the wedding date could be passed by again.

"Brother Chen, regardless of whether it works out in the end, as long as you dare to dream and dare to act, I will do my best to fulfill your request!"

The brother-in-law patted his chest and readily agreed to Chen Lu's request.

Despite the short time they met, this person's boldness is enough to earn his respect.

"Thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Song." Chen Lu was startled and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Sister, which weapon-refining master do you think would be suitable to handle this matter?"

The brother-in-law looked at Song Linxin and asked for her opinion.

"Unfortunately, my master has gone to visit a friend and I don't know when he will be back."

Song Linxin hesitated, recalling which weapon refiner in the workshop would be the most suitable.

"My weapon crafting skills are not good enough; at most, I can only craft low-grade magic weapons."

Other weapon refiners were all busy with other things, their orders were full, and they weren't refining sword-type magical artifacts.

How about... we call back the two weapon refiners who are on vacation and have them take turns forging a longsword?

"With careful crafting, if we don't rush, one sword can be made every two weeks. Together, it'll probably take a month. Brother, is that alright?"

The elder brother-in-law looked at Chen Lu to seek his opinion.

"I'll leave everything to Miss Song's arrangements."

Chen Lu dared not have any objections; this was someone else's territory, and he had no room for negotiation.

He had only hoped to see one weapon refiner crafting something, let alone two.

This result far exceeded his expectations, and he was naturally very satisfied.

"Alright, sister, go and contact those two weapon refiners. Tell them the reward will be doubled, and they should refine it carefully. One of them should refine it while the other explains it. No one else is allowed to ask questions or watch."

We can negotiate. Our maximum offer is three times the original price. If they don't agree, there are plenty of other weapon refiners who will. It's not like we absolutely have to have them.

The brother-in-law quickly arranged the price and which weapon-refining room to use.

Song Linxin nodded in agreement after listening, turned around and left to discuss with the two weapon refiners.

Seeing this, Chu Liutang wanted to slip away. He told Song Linxin that the wedding date could be postponed and that he could talk to his brother-in-law, but he could only leave after the matter was settled, leaving no room for maneuver.

The brother-in-law noticed Chu Liutang's little movements, reached out and grabbed him by the collar, placing him in front of him like a chick.

Seeing his sister close the door and leave, his honest demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy expression as he stared at her.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere today. Unless you give me a specific date, you will stay here forever."