The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 840: 840 - The Divine Blacksmith (03)

"L-Lord Divine Blacksmith! Please, don’t do that!" The golden guard standing beside Qingyi—though a celestial emperor himself—felt his heart lurch into his throat as he watched the Divine Blacksmith bow before a junior.

[That’s just how Father is... A man who lives and dies for his three daughters...] Ruxue replied, her voice carrying a melancholic weight.

She, her sister, and their master.

All three were his creations, though only one of them was his biological daughter.

Their mother had taken her own life shortly after the death of the Divine Sword Fairy, when the Heavenly Demon stole the Fairy’s body along with Ruxue’s sister sword.

Ruxue herself, consumed by devastating fury, hurled herself against the heavens, where she ultimately shattered into countless fragments of her essence.

All of this occurred within the span of a single week.

The Divine Blacksmith lost everything.

His biological daughter, his two most precious creations—who were no different from daughters to him—and his beloved wife.

In his fury, it took ten celestial emperors working for nearly a thousand years to calm him down, to prevent him from launching into a suicidal battle against the Heavenly Demon.

Those were the darkest years in the history of the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance since Long Wujin’s descent into madness.

A full-scale war never broke out, but the border conflicts that followed claimed hundreds of billions of lives and turned countless habitable planets into barren deserts.

From that day on, the Divine Blacksmith sealed himself away within his forge, producing countless weapons, most of them forged with a single goal in mind: to kill demons.

Any disciple who came to him and demonstrated sufficient hatred for demons would receive a weapon without having to pay a single coin.

Only those from truly wealthy families actually paid, and the money served solely to ensure he would have all the necessary materials to keep producing more and more weapons.

Not that the amount made much of a difference, since he received colossal annual funds from the Martial Alliance itself.

Other than that, all one had to do was demonstrate enough hatred.

"Could you leave us alone?" Qingyi asked the guard politely.

The guard nodded solemnly before withdrawing, closing the heavy steel door behind him with a muffled thud.

"Divine Blacksmith—" This time, it was Qingyi who gently placed his hands on the old man’s shoulders.

Before finishing the sentence, he stopped himself, softening the tone of his words. "No. Father-in-law."

His eyes turned, falling upon a broken sword leaning against a nearby workbench.

With steady steps, he walked over to the weapon and gripped it firmly by the hilt.

Without hesitation, he channeled his cultivation technique.

Under the shocked gaze of the Divine Blacksmith, the broken sword—brought there for repair—seemed to mend itself out of thin air—no.

The blade was returning to its former state, as if time itself were being unwound along its edge, each crack sealing shut, each fragment drifting back to its original place.

"I met Ruxue while I was still in the mortal realm, and on that day, I promised her that I would help her reunite with her master."

"Since then, slaying the Heavenly Demon has become one of my primary goals, if only to rescue your daughter and restore the life that was taken from her."

"Only when I fulfill this promise should you truly thank me. Until then, please accept only the greeting from Long Qingyi, your son-in-law."

For a moment, the Divine Blacksmith stood frozen.

He gazed at the sword in silence.

It was as perfect as it had been on the day he forged it.

It was as if the blade itself had truly traveled back in time.

The Divine Blacksmith was an old man, the eldest among the celestial emperors still alive in the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance.

He was the one who had forged the weapon Tianjin wielded—the very same one that had been used to slay the Celestial Father many millions of years ago.

If it had been anyone else—someone so young and newly met—the old man would have burst out laughing and thrown him out of the forge without a second thought.

But he recognized the cultivation art Qingyi was employing.

Only one cultivation art was capable of truly reversing causality, destruction, and death like that.

Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art.

The old man didn’t know much about it, but he knew just how terrifying it was.

With that art, even his wife could be brought back.

No...

Even if someone’s soul had been completely destroyed, even if only the faintest breath of their existence remained, it would still be possible.

At that moment, the Divine Blacksmith sensed the aura of Qingyi’s bloodline—one that the young man did not hide and, in fact, displayed with pride.

"You’re Long Wujin’s heir, aren’t you?" the Divine Blacksmith asked, carefully setting the restored sword aside.

"Yes." Qingyi nodded.

"Ah... it all makes sense now. That terrifying brat ended up producing an heir even more terrifying than himself." The old man shook his head and pulled an item from his spatial ring—something that surprised Qingyi.

A cigar, similar to a Cuban cigar from Earth.

He lit it in the blazing flame of his forge and then placed it between his lips, taking a deep, unhurried drag.

The smoke rose in slow spirals, contrasting with the orange glow of the embers around him.

His daughter hated it when he smoked, always insisting that he quit.

This would be his last cigar. That he promised.

"Let’s have a drink, young man. You have many stories to tell me," the Divine Blacksmith said, a faint sparkle returning to his weary eyes.

After so long isolated in his forge—more than a hundred thousand years without seeing the light of a star—it was time to finally step outside, if only for a little while.

"Not as many as you, old man. Tianjin must already be getting drunk, celebrating that I managed to bring Qianyao and Rou’er back."

"Rou’er and Qianyao?" The Divine Blacksmith’s eyes widened. "And you still want my three daughters? Is there no end to your greed, young man?"

"Well... I have a big heart."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The Divine Blacksmith roared with laughter and, alongside Qingyi, began to walk out of the forge.