661 Sword Crafting Hall! (2/2)

The faces of the Sword Sect disciples were covered in sweat. Their robes were drenched, and the sweat on their palms fell to the floor from their swords. But their gazes remained firm, and they never took a step away from their spot.

It was the same case for the Nangong Clan disciples. Even though the heat came crashing at them in waves and they felt suffocated, they did not want to admit defeat. They gritted their teeth and persevered, which filled the mighty northern clansmen with admiration.

The thirty-six people might not have high qi realms, but they were still a rather impressive scene in Happy's eyes.

He circulated Nine Yang Divine Skill a little before walking into Sword Crafting Hall as if he was part of the normal disciples who went in and out of Sword Crafting Hall in an endless stream.

Sword Crafting Hall was a very majestic sight!

A huge sword pool, which had a diameter of more than sixty-five feet, was right inside. There were more than thirty weapons of various sizes plunged into the boiling water. There were at least four furnaces and forges beside each sword pool.

Two powerful half-naked men stood by each forge. They were drenched in sweat while they swung the huge and heavy metal hammers.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The loud and piercing sounds of hammers hitting metal were very rhythmic and reverberated through the soul.

There were more than one hundred sword pools!

It meant that there were more than four hundred mighty northern forgemasters working in Sword Crafting Hall at that moment!

The loud and powerful hits gathered together to form a deafening sound wave. The booming sounds never stopped, and they hit everyone's eardrums and hearts heavily.

The feeling of awe instantly rose in Happy's heart!

It was the real power of the mighty northern clan…

It was no wonder then why they could stand tall in China for so many years and be admired by all sects.

The astonishing sight before him alone was enough to testify for everything!

”Mu Li! I've waited for you for a long time. Why are you only here now?”

Right when Happy entered, he heard a voice that made his heart race. He turned his head around and saw a few young men dressed similarly to him standing behind him. They had their hands on their hips and stared at him with indignation.

The man in the lead pointed at the wooden bucket by the side.

”Hurry up and move these items to Sword Pool 68.”

A few people beside the man had smiles that said that they were delighted by his misfortune.

Happy's spiritual perception was very sharp. When he entered, he quickly discovered a secret by the edges of the sword pools. There was a number on the edge of each sword pool, and there were numbers from one to four carved on each forge by the sword pools.

Happy guessed from the expressions of the young men that the Sword Sect disciple he was disguised as had a very low position. He was the target of teasing and pranks, and he also had to do a lot of hard labor.

'If that's the case…'

Happy quickly noticed some things from the young men's expressions, tone, and the environment around him. He gathered all the information he could.

He swept his gaze over the ten or so huge wooden buckets filled with black charcoal beside the young men before he looked at the actions of a few people in the distance who held the buckets in their arms. It made an idea spring into his mind.

He walked over quietly and grabbed two buckets that weighed more than 220 pounds. He took a bucket in each hand before he walked to Sword Pool 68.

The group of young men stared at Happy's back with expressions that quickly turned stiff. They looked like they had seen a ghost!

Happy had been paying attention to their reactions, and his heart instantly sank.

'Crap.'