Pingchang City.

Zhang Huaping prepared to step into the Teleportation Array and set off.

The old shopkeeper beside her was seeing her off, "Safe travels."

Yesterday, this old shopkeeper returned with a few other shopkeepers, his expression always written with hesitation.

Even the well-learned Hua Shiyue was so terrified; what exactly did she taste from the knife?

Did she faintly see some fragmented image of forging?

Indeed.

This person has developed Divine Techniques with her Spiritual Root, able to feel the Essence, Qi, and Spirit of book authors by consuming books and see incomplete images of the writing process.

Looking at weapons, she can also feel some residual images from the forging process.

"Just what did she see?"

"What is it?!"

"This Manor..."

Tossing and turning, the old shopkeeper could not sleep.

He spent the entire night thinking about how truly bizarre this matter was.

Unable to resist, he asked Zhang Huaping as she stepped onto the Teleportation Array.

"Weapons?"

Zhang Huaping also expressed her confusion.

She's not allowed into the blacksmith shop, as it involves core secrets.

She just thought for a moment, glanced around, and whispered quietly:

"However, when passing by the blacksmith shop, I heard the sizzling sound of grilling meat inside, and the aroma... hearty laughter like diners singing? The laughter of burly men, tug-of-war, dice games, and the clang of iron forging."

Hiss~

The old shopkeeper gasped, his heart sinking.

What kind of blacksmith shop could sound like a bustling marketplace cafeteria?

Could it be that Zhang Huaping mistook the manor's cafeteria for the blacksmith shop?

"It was definitely a blacksmith shop, iron was being forged inside, heat was surging, and black smoke was billowing from the chimney."

Fear gradually emerged on Zhang Huaping's face as she recalled:

"I also faintly heard someone saying, 'Quickly scavenge the bodies, while they're still warm', 'Hehehe, we scholars can sell for a better price'... all laughing heartily; it never stopped as I passed by."

Cold sweat streamed down the old shopkeeper's face; he certainly couldn't laugh.

Just from listening, imagining some indescribable matters inside.

It sparks too much imagination.

Too terrifying.

No wonder the Courtesan, upon seeing the fragmented images and hearing voices of the weapon forging in the blacksmith shop, urged them to take it away quickly.

The shopkeeper's feelings hung in limbo; he wished he hadn't asked!

The more inquiries, the more sleepless nights, the more frightening, absurd, spine-chilling.

The unknown is most terrifying.

In essence.

If they witnessed the true situation in the blacksmith shop like Ning Zheng, they'd feel terrified at first but after uncovering the truth, they'd see them as merely a bunch of foolish blacksmiths.

The blacksmith shop is actually filled with laughter and joy.

It's not scary at all, rather... quite amusing.

Inside, there's fish play, card games, dice games, full of vivacity.

Indeed, maintaining distance creates mystery and beauty.

"Sigh, be cautious."

The old shopkeeper sighed, deciding not to delve deeper.

Demon Techniques are peculiar; their malicious and evil nature cannot be probed.

As long as their business is profitable, there's no need for imitation.

Knowing less is better happiness.

"I will be careful." Zhang Huaping gave a derisive smile: "I used that Acupressure Hand trick, almost never coming back last time."

"What? You even used that trick?"

The old shopkeeper knew these Demon Hunters lived amongst knife's edge with high thresholds, fear meant nearing death...

The Three Flowers blossom, people ignite flash fires.

Fear, dread, the Three Flowers flicker, susceptible to insidious spirits intruding, easily extinguished.

So, what did she see in the Manor?

Even she's frightened!

The old shopkeeper dared not ask or learn further, filled with guilt saying:

"Forget it, forget it, I'll give you more money; this trade requires caution or one's life is at stake! It's a hardship, truly tough on you!"

"Sigh, it's all for my daughter." Zhang Huaping laughed helplessly.

She thought of those fellows, always lingering silently around her, intentionally making "human" laughter, shadows formed within her heart:

"This Manor is simply... sigh!"

Demon hunting is living on the edge, earning money with one's life.

But visiting the Manor once felt hundred times more crisis-ridden than demon hunting.

Each visit was nerve-wracking, a huge psychological challenge to one's limits.

If the pay wasn't too high...

Plus, selling that Magical Artifact earned a fortune...

"By the way, recently Paper Houses and Nether Artifacts have significantly dropped in price." The old shopkeeper said: "Didn't they ask for Paper House, even half-buy half-give is fine."

Though unaware of the sinister acts involved, business is for profit, no profitless ventures.

He thought of it, took out a stack of Continuing Ash Talismans:

"Also, these have dropped to 50 Magic Coins each, nearing expiration, some can be gifted as freebies."

Zhang Huaping accepted the Continuing Ash Talisman, her heart stern.

Continuing Ash Talisman: Can let Embers root in Earth Vein, forming Earth-bound Spirit so it won't fade away.

The original 150 Magic Coins talisman has plummeted below bottom line, unprofitable, potentially incurring losses.

Lately.

Pill Medicine, weapons and various resources continually rise.

While resources related to Embers use continue to fall, apparently Pingchang City isn't peaceful anymore.

...

...

Sword Casting Manor.

Swipe.

Traveling through the Teleportation Array, Zhang Huaping felt slightly uneasy.

She specifically came when the blacksmiths were working because the exchange required them, no avoiding.

Thus, she didn't opt for an empty Manor before seven, alone with the old steward.

His kindly face always felt more terrifying.

"Hello, I'm here for the exchange!"

Now past eight o'clock, she cautiously followed the old steward to the Manor's entrance.

Inside the Manor, the high-cool blacksmiths nod with human smiles, but walk rigidly, arms and legs swung concurrently toward various buildings, starting their day.

Zhang Huaping, somewhat used to it, stiffly stood by, hearing the old steward call out: "Jiucai Rong, come for an exchange."

"Yes."

Jiucai Rong promptly ran over, "Please come with me."

He led this Mature Businesswoman to the steward's room, to avoid unexpected incidents outside.

Though Jiucai Rong reminded repeatedly last night, none can predict the second batch of testing blacksmiths' antics later.

Thus, safety's sake, it's best unseen.

This aspect shows Jiucai Rong's prudence.

Seeing them lead the merchant to the steward's room, Ning Zheng calculated the time.

"Time to go online."

Ning Zheng asked Ai, his assistant, to breed that batch of "walking corpses", controlling consciousness to dress them, outside the Manor in front of the woods.

Click.

Gradually brightening ahead, the second batch of blacksmiths emerged at the Manor's entrance.

"Wow, it's real!"

"Absolute pants!"

"Glory to my grand adoptive father!"

At the manor's gate hung a couplet.

[Candle extinguishes Embers, incinerate soul burn spirit aspiration prevails]

[Life cast in furnace, Blade, Spear, Sword and Halberd advance onwards]

A crowd of rag-clad males and females viewed the entrance, lifting heads at the sky.

Distinct from the Observer Perspective, truly feeling the vivid world, wind brushing, clothes' trail sensation, fresh earthy scent in air, weather's chilly light touch.

This impact indescribable by any accounts.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Chattered everyone.

Even disbelieving it's within a game, utterly like truly appearing in the Otherworld's Manor.

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