Chapter 64

When Chu Qianxun followed Le Chang and they walked into the lively street, they glanced back.　　

Ye Peitian didn’t follow, he stopped and stood alone in the shadow of the arcade.　　

In front of him was the world of brilliant lights and human voices. He just stood in one of the darkest corners. The thin and lonely image was of a ghost living in the darkness for a long time, fearing the liveliness in the world.　　

Chu Qianxun had an impulse. She turned around, and stretched out her hand to pull him out.

It was a little crowded. Chu Qianxun walked in front and Ye Peitian slowly followed behind. There were warm yellow lights on both sides of the road, and people squeezed by their shoulders.　　

Some were soldiers who returned from the battlefield to the safe base. They slacked off, hung their shoulders with their comrades and talked.

The playful children chasing each other swam through the adults, and happily ran.

There was a couple walking in front of them. In the night market at the beginning of the Lantern Festival, two young people held hands and walked intimately.　　

Chu Qianxun reacted when she noticed that she held Ye Peitian’s hand for too long. She was a little embarrassed, but her fingers were suddenly clenched by Ye Peitian.　　

Chu Qianxun turned her head in surprise, and looked at Ye Peitian, who was behind her. He looked panicked, like seeing an enemy, but the strength in his hand wasn’t relaxed. Chu Qianxun even felt a little pain.

Thinking of the inhuman abuse this man had experienced, and the days when he confined himself in the desert, Chu Qianxun’s heart softened.　　

Forget it. It must be very uncomfortable for him being here. Since he wanted to hold her hands, she let him do so.　　

They came to the West Lane introduced by Le Chang.　

There were fewer people there and the lights were dim. In those murky little alleys, they could occasionally see a few people who made a living by selling themselves. These people were women and men. Their eyes turned to Chu Qianxun and Ye Peitian who walked into the alley. They saw their hands held together and opened their eyes in disinterest.　

The long alley was quiet, and most people were reluctant to light the lamps. Only a cluttered iron shop with lights on them heard regular metal knocks.　

In the shop, a stout man in his fifties, with a naked upper body, was building a long sword. This person was the forging master introduced by Le Chang, Old Guo who had the third-order forging ability.　　

When he saw a guest coming, he didn’t lift his head. He focused on hanging a mass of blue demon body dissolved into liquid in the air. He left a little bit of smelt into his black sword body, and repeatedly hammered with an iron hammer until it was dark. The dark sword was evenly covered with blue lines before he stopped.　　

Old Guo wiped his sweat with a stained black towel, and picked up a few pieces of monsters that were randomly thrown on the counter, “Speak, what do you need?”　　

“I would like you to temper these into two knives, and then hit a one-handed sword,” Chu Qianxun placed her two knives on the counter. The silver knives accompanied her for many hours, and the knife body was covered with small cracks making it not very usable.　　

Old Guo lifted it up and looked at it carefully. He flicked his finger gently on the knife body. He listened to the sound of the knife echoing in the air and shook his head, “It’s just a third-order weapon. If you take it with you every day and chop the fifth and sixth order demons, no matter how good you are, it will be destroyed sooner or later.”　　

The level of blacksmiths wasn’t only manifested in their ranks. Even if one piled up crystals at the high-level blacksmiths, he may not be able to create a real artifact. A word from Old Guo let Chu Qianxun know that he was a forging weapon expert.

She took a large bundle of dark silver thread from her backpack.　　

Old Guo’s eyes lit up at once, and he quickly took them over. He stroked the seemingly inconspicuous silk thread back and forth with ease. Blacksmiths who wanted to improve their ranks needed to keep in touch with the forging high-level demons. However, there were very few high-level saints in Baima Town. It was difficult to get a demon body above the fifth order. This was a very depressing thing for this man obsessed with smelting and forging.　”This is the silver wire of the sixth-order soul eater? Haha, well, great, I have always wanted to smelt this kind of silver wire. Say, what do you want me to do?”

“I want a pair of masks and light armor..” Chu Qianxun pushed Ye Peitian forward, “Just follow his body shape.”

“You are a bit knowledgeable. The silver wire of the soul eater is the most suitable for such masks. It is a waste to make it into light armor.” 

Old Guo got his favorite demon body and became very talkative, “It’s not easy to smelt things of sixth order demons. It takes a few days. You can stay here for a few days.”