664 Tit for Ta

When Happy noticed that he had an oversight and should leave, but when he thought about how long he had been doing it already, he knew that it would not help matters at all even if he left now. It was the truth that the quest difficulty had increased, and he should not try to make any smart moves that would result in him missing the time Heaven Crystal was fully repaired.

Happy gritted his teeth and chose to continue staying in Sword Crafting Hall.

After some time passed, he suddenly noticed with his keen senses that the heat at the core of Sword Crafting Hall had increased by a large degree!

"It's so hot!"

"I can't stand this anymore. Have someone take my place."

Quite a number of Sword Crafting Hall disciples who were transporting charcoal at the core of Sword Crafting Hall and some forgemasters were drenched in sweat. They panted like people who had just gone through vigorous exercise. It was clear that it had become very hard for them to move, and their rhythm was not as smooth as before.

"Look over there! What's going on?!"

Right when a few forgemasters got down from their positions, they noticed that the clothes of the group of Inaction Realm martial artists standing at the entrance to the underground sword crafting room had caught on fire. The men cried out in surprise and activated their body fortification to extinguish the fire in a flurry of movements. They also moved backward, leaving the entrance.

At the same time, a red light that was nearly blinding to the eyes rose from the secret chamber of the forgemasters underground!

An astonishingly high heat swiftly spread out…

The mighty northern clansmen who had a great understanding of flames immediately saw the danger. The high heat could instantly kill an Inaction Realm martial artist, and no one was an exception to it!

"All northern clansmen, hear me! Leave Sword Crafting Hall immediately!"

An urgent cry came from the top of the stairs in Sword Crafting Hall. The awe-inspiring shout instantly drowned out the endless stream of hammers striking metal in Sword Crafting Hall and reached everyone's ears.

"Clan elder—"

"Leave!"

The Sword Crafting Hall disciples in the area shuddered. They noticed the abnormality at the core, and without another word, they quickly cast aside the things they were doing and fled outside.

Happy also put down the wooden bucket in his hands while the crowd panicked. He retreated slowly while excitedly staring at the red light that was swiftly spreading outward!

Even though the others could not sense it, he could clearly hear the sound of a door in the underground secret chamber shattering. There was a rhythmic and heavy breathing coming from that direction.

Inhale!

Exhale!

The breathing did not stop.

The flames seemed to be inhaled and exhaled by something to create the rapid increase of temperature in Sword Crafting Hall.

But if Happy knew what was going on, there were many people who knew it too.

The divine weapon Heaven Crystal was about to be brought to the face of earth!

The scorching heat waves began visibly pressing toward everyone.

Multiple forgemasters and weapons crafting apprentices moved past Happy.

But Happy just observed the area around him calmly. The high heat could not cause him any harm, but Happy was curious as to how the mighty northern clansmen repairing Heaven Crystal in the underground chamber managed to not take even a step backwards even though they were at the core of the hall.

Could it be that the mighty northern clansmen had Myth Realm elites?!

Happy sucked in a sharp breath.

If there were Myth Realm elites guarding the place, the possibility of him stealing Heaven Crystal was basically zero.

"Ten Thousand Swords."

Happy finally saw Ten Thousand Swords. He was at the core at the time of the accident, and he was also among the group that retreated the latest. Most of his robes had already burnt, but his eyes were filled with the seriousness and fierceness of someone prepared to die together with his enemy.

"Heaven Crystal is repaired," Happy mumbled.

"I know, but the situation seems to be different. Aside from Myth Realm elites, no one can stand this sort of high heat…" Ten Thousand Swords suddenly turned his head around, and words tumbled out of his mouth subconsciously. "Damn it, Sword Sect's master, the clan master of the northern clan, and the old monsters from the Nangong Clan are all here!"

"What?!"

Happy turned his head around and looked, and he was just in time to see a few people walk over. One of them was a middle-aged man in white robes who looked incredibly elegant. He carried a simple longsword with a sheath made out of shark skin on his back. He walked over with a smile along with an angry-looking old man.

What surprised Happy was that there seemed to be an invisible barrier around the duo that isolated all the heat waves from their bodies. Their feet did not touch the floor, and they easily moved above the group of fleeing Sword Crafting Hall disciples.

"Old Nangong, I heard that you still can't give up on that matchless divine weapon, but you seem to have forgotten that your clan master died even though he was a man of remarkable abilities. The Nangong Clan fell to the pits because of it, so it's best if you don't repeat his mistakes…"

Those gentle words came out from the middle-aged man's mouth. An invisible might gently swept through the area, and it caused the temperature around him to go down.

The old Nangong snorted coldly.

"You don't need to be worried about this, Sword Sect Master. I am nearly seventy, and I've lived long enough. I will be considered to have fulfilled my wish if I can see the lost treasure of my clan. As for you, aren't you afraid that your sect will be razed to the ground by other martial artists?"

The two continued to attack each other verbally while ignored the people behind them.

"Hahahaha!" The Sword Sect Master's crazed laughter rang through Sword Crafting Hall like a bolt of thunder. "I have ten thousand disciples with me. I can welcome those martial artists at any time!"

His voice was like a sudden clap of thunder that was deafening to the ears, and his words were filled with an incredibly domineering and haughty air!

The angry old Nangong Clan Leader snorted angrily, refusing to back down.

"You have ten thousand Sword Sect disciples, but do you think that we have few people in my clan?! Since Sword Sect has decided to return Heaven Crystal to us, we will take it. If you decide to go back on your decision though… Hah!"

The snort from a Myth Realm martial artist caused Happy to feel as if he had been struck in the chest by lightning.

His Nine Yang Divine Skill circulated on its own to protect his heart and meridian system.

By his side, Ten Thousand Swords and many Sword Crafting Hall disciples shuddered. They were nearly injured by the shock.

Happy cursed in his heart.

Even though the old Nangong Clan Leader was not as arrogant as the Sword Sect Master, he was not any kinder. He was also a ruthless person.

"Are you done fighting? There's still one more step left until Heaven Crystal is completed, and both of you are already arguing nonstop. Do you want to fight in Heaven Shaker Fortress?!"

At that moment, an even more domineering and powerful voice joined the conversation. There was undisguised anger and condemnation in that voice.

"If that's the case, Heaven Shaker Fortress does not welcome either of you! I do not mind smelting Heaven Crystal into its original form, and you can bring THAT back! The northern clan will not take even a single silver from you!"

"Hahahaha!" The Sword Sect Master stopped at the entrance, threw his head back, and laughed. "Heaven Shaker Fortress is the fortress with the greatest defense in the world. Who would dare act preposterously here? My brother of the north, you're so amusing.

"I was just joking with Old Nangong here. I didn't expect that he would still have such a fiery temper at his old age. You can ignore us and continue repairing the sword. We won't bother you anymore!"

The old Nangong Clan Leader was mocked by the Sword Sect Master. He wanted to mock him back, but when he thought about how he was already at the entrance to the underground secret chamber, he could only suppress his burning rage.

"Hmph!"

The voice of the leader of the northern clan had only appeared briefly, but the temperature in the area was still reduced within a short amount of time.

Happy, Ten Thousand Swords, and the rest withdrew outside Sword Crafting Hall in their shock.

This was no joke!

There were three Myth Realm elites guarding Sword Crafting Hall. At this moment, even if Happy was given one hundred injections of courage, he would not stand inside like an idiot...