The Sword Fairy's speech left all the blacksmiths stunned for a moment.

Their heart minds were in turmoil.

Listening to the scene that was so desirable in the description, Zhang Jinseng felt moved and said incredulously, "I'm old. I want to see a higher view before I die. This is my only chance."

"We're forging this Forbidden Demon Sword now, but what about afterward?"

He looked at the always contentious chief blacksmith, Zhang Jia, and the words he spoke sent a shock through the hearts and minds of the blacksmiths present:

"If, I'm saying if, we truly reach an unavoidable moment, would you be willing to go with me to that mysterious Sword Casting Manor to find answers?"

The surrounding blacksmiths were startled by his words, and curiosity overflowed from their hearts—

The answer lies on the mountain.

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...

The next day, the incident of the Demon Cultivators entering the city and attacking the whole of Pingchang City caused a great stir.

This was those bandits openly slapping them in the face!

Could they tolerate this?

The call to leave the city to eliminate the bandits suddenly grew louder.

Everyone had guessed the opponent would come, but no one expected it to be so soon and during the early period of the Red Moon.

They even launched a surprise attack on the Zhang Family, one of the Three Great Families.

The Zhang Family had three Three Elements Great Cultivators stationed there.

The Three Elements divided into Essence, Qi Yuan, and Divine Essence; the Zhang Family even had a contemporary Divine Essence Cultivator, akin to a stabilizing needle, thus being recognized as one of the Three Great Families.

The Zhang Family naturally became furious beyond measure.

Even a few ancestors who had just emerged from their ancestral tombs, thinking they were still alive, angrily declared: "I've been in seclusion for so long, it's time to come out and stretch my legs, and pay a visit to the Sword Casting Demon Manor!"

Even the contemporary cultivators of the Zhang Family didn't know how to decide.

Who knew if it was a trap?

After all, it was fighting away from home.

If the ancestors personally went and won, it would be fine.

If they lost, our ancestors would be gone, and without the ancestral tombs, we would surely fall from our premier position in Pingchang City.

Ultimately, they could only first appease the ancestors.

But the ancestors, in their anger, began to rave: "The younger generation is incapable! The younger generation is incapable!!"

Frightened, several great cultivators of the Zhang Family united to suppress the raving ancestors, causing explosions to echo through the sky.

They suddenly had no time to worry about attacking the Demon Cultivators anymore.

After all, because their family background was strong, the ancestors were naturally strong as well, and there was even one at the Divine Essence level, the pressure from which other families couldn't even imagine.

Forcefully pulling out this ancestor of several thousand years, even a slight mistake could lead to the extermination of the family.

Seeing the Zhang Family suffer a great loss, the other families were immediately shaken in their hearts and minds.

"Damn it, taking advantage when the Great Noble Families can't divert attention, being held back by the ancestors of their own families."

"But if we're held back, doesn't that mean those Demon Cultivators won't be held back by their own ancestors? They have a full three Divine Essence ancestors, do they not need to pass the Red Sun? Even if they're having an easier time than us, it shouldn't be by much."

They didn't know that in that manor, there was an official Coinage Certificate hidden, so there was no need to guard against the Red Sun.

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...

Ning Zheng got up early in the morning.

He looked at Su Yuniang, who was busy making breakfast, and walked to the courtyard to read a book.

He felt that the years were quiet and good.

Yet he didn't know that the nearby Pingchang City had already turned upside down, everyone was talking about the brutality and evil of our manor's "Fake Demon Cultivator," with a group of people clamoring for everyone to pool money, with each Great Noble Family and the common people donating money to leave the city to eliminate the bandits.

Even the Sword Casting Manor seemed to be trying to entice their blacksmiths away.

And at this time, the True Demon Cultivator—Ning Zheng, was still lazily slacking off, having reapplied the Continuing Ash Talisman to Su Yuniang and Ning Jiaojiao last night, and transformed them into Earth-bound Spirits, so he wasn't too worried about any problems arising.

After the meal was ready, Ning Zheng advised: "Dig a few rooms below the wellhead, the Red Sun is coming, there must be some place to take refuge."

"I think so too."

Su Yuniang nodded, "Then I'll gnaw a bit more, to ensure the mission is completed."

As someone who has long played the game of evasion, she indeed understood the reasoning of a wily hare having three burrows.

After seeing through the audience's perspective that the blacksmiths in the manor had begun their work, Ning Zheng did not choose to go up the mountain again, as he had already explained everything that needed explaining.

Such a large purchase order was enough to keep them busy for a while.

Having come into a rare mood, he decided to go for a walk alone.

Walking along the street, greeting the neighbors along the way, unwittingly arriving at Youzhu Bookstore, opening the door, and finding the bookshelves in the shop still very tidy.

Only the bookstore had become quiet.

As for the love letters, they were all taken away by Su Yuniang and Ning Jiaojiao personally, to be preserved as their father's relics.

Ning Zheng took a round, browsed through some books and chats, and then strolled again through the woods, walking until he reached the Paper House of the Nine Ancestors.

It was still a ruin.

Not far away, occasionally some wandering Embers drifted over.

"It seems this is indeed a gap at the Nine Ancestors here! Quite a few wandering Embers drift over here." Ning Zheng surveyed the surroundings but did nothing else, wandering through the ruins of the Paper House.

He was quite curious about the Paper House of the Nine Ancestors.

Wanting to see what was in the ancestor's home, but there was nothing.

Only some simple furniture, living a life of simplicity and hardship.

No secret manuals, no ultimate skills, no magical artifacts, obviously an ascetic.

He leaned his ear to the ground, silently sensing the Earth Vein below.

Rustle.

He vaguely felt the massive underground Yin Qi Earth Vein wriggle, its branches growing again, the embers belonging to the Nine Ancestors were recovering.

It was like cutting a chive; the roots on the ground still existed and would still grow out.

"Revival should take about twenty days."

Using the Yin Spirit Root, Ning Zheng calculated the time according to the Earth Vein's responses.

This timing was very favorable for Ning Zheng.

Before the disaster day of the Red Sun came, the Nine Ancestors would revive and fill in the gap, avoiding various problems.

Not long after Ning Zheng left.

A group of differently dressed refugees were supporting each other as they walked through the deep mountains, having met by chance and fled from Pingchang City to the outside.

The weather gradually turned cold, and their clothes were ragged, clearly freezing.

They gradually walked into a village, hearing locals chatting at the village entrance.

On the mountain lies a legendary utopia.

They would freely provide food, water, and warm clothes.

The villagers would even warmly welcome guests with their wives, and it was rumored that there was some sort of Immortal Fate.

Quite a few decided to go up the mountain.

But some felt there might be a problem, deserted wilderness, villagers pointing the way, very much like the content of certain supernatural novels.

However, a poor scholar in the group retorted: "We've already fallen this far, there's nothing left to covet."

They supported each other as they arduously ascended the mountain, climbing higher and higher, colder and colder, at one thousand meters, two thousand meters, three thousand meters.

In the gray sky, a manor gradually appeared, half-hidden and half-visible.

The buildings in the mist were clean and organized, towers lined in rows, giving off the feeling of a secluded village in an immortal realm.

With the wind howling, a group of people bent over against the wind, and the leading lean scholar eagerly shouted:

"There really is a manor there!"

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