Chapter 3: High-Grade Sword (1/2)

After reopened the door, Shi Lei, Jin Zhengqiu’s great apprentice, discovered that there was one less person.

“Have you seen Shen Xiaoming?”

“No, he went out last night and didn’t come back.” The apprentice who lives with Shen Xiaoming replied.

“Where did this smelly boy go?” Shi Lei said angrily, “He didn’t say hello when he went out, and he didn’t come back all night!”

As the apprentices’ big brother, he was the only Jin Zhengqiu’s second disciple, who was also responsible for managing all the apprentices. Jin Zhengqiu also has another apprentice who had inferior talent in refining swords but was good at work management. He was responsible for the business of a weapons shop in Tieshi City.

Jin Zhengqiu loved quiet place, so he built Jianjian Lu on a hillside in the Xueyun Mountains near Iron Stone City. The apprentices lived in Xueyun Town at the foot of the mountain.

“If he doesn’t come back today, he will be removed from the list!” Jin Zhengqiu said flatly.

Shi Lei said respectfully, “Master, I am worried that Shen Xiaoming has encountered some trouble!”

Iron Stone City was rich with iron ore, and Jin Zhengqiu was a master blacksmith with the highest Iron Stone City skills and a master in the True Origin realm. He had a high status in Iron Stone City, and no wonder many teenagers would try their best to pass his examination and become his apprentices.

Shi Lei knew very well that Shen Xiaoming was a teenager from a small village, and he was also knowledgeable. There was no reason not to cherish this quota!

“In trouble?” Jin Zhengqiu looked up and saw Shi Lei. “I ask you, what are the rules for being my apprentice?”

“If you have something to go out, you must ask for permission … you can’t just go out at night …”

“Do you understand?”

“Got it!” Shi Lei nodded.

Shen Xiaoming was not the first person fired because of this rule. Shi Lei thought carefully. He also felt Shen Xiaoming was wrong; no matter what happened, Shen Xiaoming should tell him first. In Iron Stone City, even the strongest three families, the Liu, Bai, and Xu, had to give his master some face.

Was there anything that can’t be solved, and you need to leave without saying goodbye?

So Shen Xiaoming’s disappearance was perfunctory by Jin Zhengqiu. As for Chen Hao, no one mentioned him at all. As if he had never been in this world.

Jin Zhengqiu looked at the black-blood divine sword in front of him. He was not thinking about making the sword continue to evolve but about creating a sword like the black-blood divine sword.

All-day, Jin Zhengqiu was entirely out of state, holding the sword in a daze. Shi Lei was a person who could not hide things in his heart, “Master, do you have anything on your mind?”

“No, no, just thinking about a sword-refining problem.”

“Oh!” Shi Lei nodded in understanding.

Jin Zhengqiu was obsessed with refining swords known to all the people in Iron Stone City. In the afternoon, Jin Zhengqiu ordered, “You go back and come early tomorrow!”

“Yes, master.”

After dark, Jin Zhengqiu locked the blacksmith’s shop door, changed into a night suit, and jumped out of the window wearing a mask. Seeing this scene, Chen Hao’s mood went up, he knew, Jin Zhengqiu certainly couldn’t help it.