Jason Chus forging style was a harmonious fusion of countless techniques. Beyond the Xuan Yuan Sword Forging Technique and Crimson Shade Sword Forging Technique, his journey through years of Sign-In rewards had granted him mastery over many diverse forging arts. However, it was the Xuan Yuan Sword Forging Technique that had shaped his foundational style the most.
At Vivian Nings insight, the other Semi-Divine Forgemasters narrowed their gazes, intensely scrutinizing his every move.
"While there's a mix of styles here, this Grandmaster's technique definitely carries the mark of Shushan's Swordmaking House," muttered Lyric Qing in hushed amazement.
"But hasn't Shushan's forging tradition been in decline?" one of the other masters questioned. "How could someone like this—a forgemaster of such skill, practically reaching the heights of divinity—still emerge from their ranks?"
"Indeed," admitted Steve Zhang, his voice barely a whisper. "His forging speed alone is beyond our grasp, and it's almost as if he's touching the realm of the Divine Forgemasters."
These Semi-Divine Forgemasters, known for their unshakable pride and expertise, were now faced with a humbling realization. Jason's display shattered any illusions of supremacy they might have held. The gap between them was like a chasm, and none could fathom just how vast it truly was.
Incredibly, within the span of a mere incense stick's time, Jason had fully formed the semi-divine sword embryo on the anvil before him. The blade radiated a fierce, sky-piercing aura that reverberated through the valley, illuminating the day with a strange crimson glow that shimmered against the daylight like starlight.
"Such rampant sword energy… such intense phenomena…"
"This sword… it's almost as if he's forged a true Divine Artifact!"
"How could this be possible? Not even a Divine Forgemaster could create a Divine Artifact from a mere semi-divine embryo!"
The exclamations of awe and disbelief swept through the valley as forgemasters craned their necks to see the wondrous blade. Jason had taken what was once just an embryo and forged it into something far greater, a creation that now seemed to teeter on the edge of becoming a true Divine Artifact.
The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. Could this man truly be a Divine Forgemaster?
The mere possibility of such a figure—a Heavenly Gate Grandmaster and Divine Forgemaster—was enough to send shivers through the crowd.
"Impossible," whispered Ray Xu, his face ghostly pale. "Why would a Divine Forgemaster be here, aiding this… girl?"
Moments ago, Ray had been prepared to revel in the spectacle of Charlie Zhao's humiliation. Now, his smugness had evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming dread as he considered the blind man on the stage.
Even Ray's uncle, Felix Xu, looked stunned, his mouth agape. The imposing master's cold demeanor crumbled as he struggled to process what he was seeing.
Yet, as disbelief wavered through the crowd, Jason's rhythmic hammering began to slow. And before their eyes, a true Divine-grade sword shimmered into completion—a sword of celestial quality, rivaling artifacts that had not been seen in thousands of years.
"In a single incense stick's time, this master has taken a semi-divine embryo and refined it, with nothing but sheer skill, into a low-tier Divine Artifact…" whispered Vivian Ning, awe radiating from her eyes. "The return of Shushan's Swordmaking House… could this be the beginning of their rise?"
As Jason placed the finished sword on the anvil, a hush fell over the valley. The crowd watched in awe, awaiting his next move.
Then, in a voice like calm thunder, Jason spoke.
"Unable to forge it yourself, and you called it garbage?" His words rang out with a quiet, scathing intensity. "With such arrogance… are you worthy of calling yourself a forgemaster?"
The crowd's gaze turned to Steve Zhang, the target of Jason's rebuke, his face a storm of humiliation and fury. The once-arrogant master's expression flickered between shame and rage, his cheeks flushed under the unforgiving spotlight of Jason's condemnation.
Trapped, his only choice was to swallow his pride. His voice low and strained, Steve Zhang managed to stammer, "The Grandmaster's words are wise… I was wrong."
For Steve Zhang, whose pride had always towered above him, this admission was bitter. But standing before a Heavenly Gate Grandmaster—a Divine Forgemaster whose mastery defied comprehension—he dared not refuse. The mere thought of opposing such a figure was beyond his power.
In a moment of raw humility, Steve bowed his head, acknowledging the vast chasm of skill that separated them. The crowd watched in stunned silence as the indomitable pride of Langya's forgemaster was broken by the quiet, resolute strength of Jason Chu.
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