After wielding the new sword a few times, Yuanhui's expression showed some regret before shaking his head.

The old man was somewhat surprised by this sight. Could there be any shortcomings in the sword he had painstakingly forged?

"Is there a flaw in the sword?" he squeezed his eyebrows and asked, "Young friend, does my good sword not match up to you?"

Yuanhui gazed at the brand new sword, with a hint of regret in his voice.

"The material of the sword is indeed superior, but unfortunately, the sword is too light and not quite suitable for me."

Just a few words made the old man's eyes light up. This sword was indeed very light and extremely sharp, made from refined iron that had been hammered and refined a thousand times. The intricate carvings on the sword body were meticulously crafted. The sword itself was indeed a very high-quality spiritual iron sword.

However, since the customer, Yuanhui, said it was not suitable for him, the old man did not say anything further. Instead, he recommended several weapons that were slightly heavier, but none caught Yuanhui's eye.

Because even though the new swords he tried were heavier than the initial one, their hardness and sharpness were not as good as the original sword.

"So, young friend, how about this pair of giant stone hammers?"

After seeing that Yuanhui was still unsatisfied, the old man immediately pointed to a pair of grey giant stone hammers beside him.

Yuanhui could only cough awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, but I only know how to use swords in my daily life. I'm clueless about other weapons."

Having him engage in combat with a giant hammer was no different from asking him to use his fists against the enemy. Although Yuanhui could swing the heavy giant stone hammers, he didn't think he could execute the swift, fierce, and precise techniques of the Meteor Sword that he practiced using such clumsy weapons.

Too bulky, not fitting for the fast, fierce, and precise principles of the Meteor Sword technique he followed.

The old man pondered for a moment, weapons flashing through his mind. Soon, he selected several more weapons for Yuanhui to choose from.

After a few tries, Yuanhui still expressed regret by shaking his head.

"Regardless, none of these weapons suit me."

The old man also felt regretful and puzzled. He had already let Yuanhui try all the special weapons in his shop, but not a single one satisfied him.

Yuanhui himself was also puzzled. After his Meteor Sword was damaged, he became extremely picky when looking at ordinary weapons.

Was this due to his cultivation level? After reaching the peak of the Nine Hearts realm, Yuanhui could clearly feel that he didn’t have much affinity for lightweight weapons.

"Must I really use those giant stone hammers?"

Yuanhui's eyes twitched at the thought, imagining himself wielding those hammers in combat... He could already foresee himself being defeated before even landing a single blow!

"Never mind, since there are no suitable weapons, I'll just buy a high-quality sword to use for now."

Yuanhui sighed, then remembered the spirit sword he first tried. It seemed to be the only one of high-quality available.

"What was the price of the sword you introduced to me originally?"

"Have you made up your mind? It's too cheap for me to even dare accept it after all this time. Alright, how about one hundred gold coins for you to take it away?"

"One hundred gold coins..."

Yuanhui hesitated for a moment because...

"Goodness, a hundred gold coins are made of top-quality spiritual ore with a purity of up to ninety-three percent. The price..."

"No, it's just that a hundred gold coins are too cheap. This sword doesn't seem that great, right?"

His response surprised the old man, as it was the first time someone had used the word 'cheap' while buying weapons from him. Of course, the real noble families had higher-ranking blacksmiths within their clan for weapon forging; he had no say in the matter.

Just as he was about to buy the sword, his spiritual core suddenly stirred, and the sword tip glowed. Yuanhui immediately felt a tremor in his mind. Could there be a spiritual treasure appearing? It was the first time his spiritual core had reacted like this, pointing silently in a certain direction as if something was attracting it.

"Inside..." Yuanhui pointed to the wooden door leading further back and asked the old master curiously, "What is in there, Master?"

The old man was surprised, then replied, "That's where we forge weapons. It's the resting place for our craftsmen at the moment. You want to take a look inside?"

At the customer's request, the old man nodded with a smile.

“Inside is where we forge weapons. If you have any requests, I can personally forge a spiritual sword for you!"

"Personally forge?"

Yuanhui was starting to feel confused now. Wouldn't on-site forging take too much time...?

"Dear me, I almost forgot that I can forge weapons according to the customer's request," the old man said, patting his head with a wry smile. He had been thinking of finding Yuanhui a suitable weapon, but never thought about personally forging one.

"Well, if it's not too much trouble... then thank you."

Yuanhui bowed, finding that he got along well with the old man and couldn't help but think about how long it had been since he had seen an acquaintance.

The old man stroked his beard, waved his hand, then instructed an apprentice who had just come from the backyard to watch the shop for a while. He led Yuanhui to the backyard.

"Young friend, you walk steadily at your age and have vigorous vitality. You must have reached a realm beyond the ordinary, which is something that only disciples from major families can achieve at your age. It's truly remarkable!"

Yuanhui couldn't help but smile, humbly saying, "Master, please do not tease me. My strength is only mediocre among the Eight Sects, and not worthy of your praise."

"Haha, to be a master at such a young age is already impressive. Young friend, you don't have to call me the shopkeeper. My name is Bai Qiu, and you can call me Master Bai Qiu."

Yuanhui learned that the old man's name was Bai Qiu, and he was so high up that not even Yuanhui could measure him in a glance. Under such overwhelming pressure, Yuanhui could only show respect and address him accordingly.

At this point, they chatted as they walked into the backyard, through a long corridor, and into the innermost forging area where a large furnace was set up. Inside was a sturdy middle-aged man with dark skin, who was probably Bai Qiu's senior apprentice.

"Master, why have you left the shop unattended to come back here?"

The senior apprentice was also helpless. His master always ran around both inside and outside the shop, making it nearly impossible to have any free time.

"Hehe, this is my senior apprentice, A Qiu. He's been with me for three years now, working on weapon forging. Since he's from the countryside, I hope you won't mind," Bai Qiu said to Yuanhui.

"Don't worry, I don't mind at all."

Yuanhui replied with a smile, knowing that the old man meant no harm.

"Well, feel free to look around. If you want to forge a weapon, let me know after he finishes with the current batch. I'll personally craft a weapon for you when I have time," Bai Qiu said to Yuanhui before leaving him alone to explore the forge.

Yuanhui nodded silently, following the direction indicated by his spiritual core. In the small forge, the spiritual vein of the core pointed quietly to a large black sword hanging on the wall in Bai Qiu's bedroom.

Just then, Bai Qiu passed by.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Yuanhui looking at the large black sword on the wall, Bai Qiu walked closer and said, "Young friend, your eye for quality is truly remarkable. This sword is a divine weapon forged by a master using a heavenly spiritual stone. However, unfortunately..."

Yuanhui reached out and took down the sword. It felt icy cold in his hands, perfectly integrated with the blade and hilt, formed by combining a spiritual fairy stone. The texture felt quite good in his hands. However, this sword had one unique flaw.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the only drawback is that this sword is still in its embryonic form."

Disappointed, Yuanhui clicked his tongue. This sword was the treasure indicated by his spiritual core, but it was an unformed blade with no sharp edge.

"The owner of this spirit sword was unable to complete the forging of this sword. It took Master Tian, one of the four masters, three hundred and sixty-five days and nights to forge it into its current state, exhausting himself to the point of death. Legend has it that only by condensing spiritual fairy stone can it be completely melted, then after seventy-four days of forging, an unparalleled divine weapon can be made!"

"Even a peerless expert cannot completely melt this sword..." Yuanhui mumbled to himself, supporting his chin.

At this moment, the senior apprentice stopped his work to explain the origin of this incomplete form.

Touching the sword in his hand, Yuanhui couldn't help but admire that the sword was forged from a fairy stone, albeit still in its embryonic form.

"Master Bai Qiu, I wonder if this incomplete sword could be sold to me?"

After a while, Yuanhui suddenly said, which surprised Bai Qiu.

"This is an incomplete sword that cannot even be sharpened. What use would you have for it?"

The senior apprentice, in the midst of hammering a piece of iron, suddenly stopped and turned to ask.

Yuanhui was at a loss, unable to reveal that his spiritual core felt this seemingly useless divine sword was actually valuable. Was it because he still wanted to purchase it?

Yuanhui pondered for a long time before hesitantly speaking, "I feel a connection with this incomplete sword. If you can name a price..."

"A connection? You indeed stand out from the other noble disciples to use such a term..."

In the end, the senior apprentice couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the master and apprentice both laughed heartily together.

"Young man! I'll call you that this time because you do have the style of an old man like me, glib-tongued!"