Romantic Medical Immortal

Chen Shixiang didn’t feel offended, and with a bitter smile, he said, "I’ve been learning to forge weapons with my master since I was young. It’s no exaggeration to say that in the whole of Hua Xia, my craftsmanship is top-notch."

"But after I gained fame, various factions tried to recruit me, wanting me to craft weapons for them. At first, as long as the other party paid me, I accepted all requests. However, my employers used my weapons to do many evil deeds, and thus I became resented by others."

"At that time, I was in high spirits, unaware of the danger lurking behind. As a result, my wife and child died because of me. I became depressed and announced that I’d only craft weapons for those with destiny."

"Today’s situation is not the first or second time. Some old friends used to protect me, and some small families dared not make trouble, but with large forces involved, I feared implicating my friends, so I cut ties with them and moved here alone to avoid trouble. Unexpectedly, someone still found their way here."

Yang Cheng looked serious, no wonder this old master had such an odd temperament, it turns out there’s a sad story behind it.

He looked around and said, "Master Chen, in fact, you haven’t genuinely crafted a single weapon over the years, have you?"

Though his tone was inquisitive, his eyes were full of certainty.

Surprise flashed in Chen Shixiang’s eyes, and he hurriedly asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Though your house is filled with weapons, none of them are complete. You claimed to only craft weapons for those with destiny, but whether there’s destiny or not is a matter of your saying. In the end, you just don’t want to craft weapons anymore."

After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he looked at Chen Shixiang.

His expression was somewhat awkward, as if he didn’t expect his little secret to be discovered.

"Master Chen, to be honest, I’m here today to ask you to craft a weapon for me. If you have any requirements, please let me know, and I will do my best to meet them."

Yang Cheng didn’t want to beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.

Chen Shixiang’s face was full of displeasure, and he snorted coldly, "You are clever, just by seeing me once, you’ve guessed so much. It’s really no fun being with someone like you; there are no secrets at all."

"Master Chen, I have no interest in probing into others’ secrets, just to make you realize something."

Yang Cheng spoke earnestly, his voice calm and gentle.

"I know you don’t want to craft weapons as a way to punish yourself. You feel that in the past you were too arrogant and overconfident, causing the death of your wife and child, so you spend the rest of your life atoning."

"All these years, you’ve lived in this shabby building, surviving on leftover scraps, with people troubling you from time to time. But doing so serves no purpose."

"The departed are gone, and your wife and child wouldn’t wish to see you like this. They would want you to craft more unparalleled weapons, passing on your craftsmanship. Not to mindlessly waste your talents and life!"

After saying this, the room fell into silence.

Chen Shixiang’s face was expressionless, but his eyes were slightly red, as if he was immersed in long-lost memories.

He felt that it was crafting weapons that killed his wife and child, so he would never genuinely craft a weapon as a punishment to himself.

Everyone thought he was aloof, and only those with destiny were worthy of using his weapons. It was expected that gradually no one would pay attention, but unexpectedly, more people came drawn by admiration.

He thought this was fine, one day he might anger some important figure, who would then kill him, sparing him from suffering in this world.

He didn’t expect the one to see through his thoughts was just a young boy, seemingly in his early twenties, yet with a strong presence.

"You are right!"

Chen Shixiang let out a heavy breath, as if releasing many years of bottled-up grievances.

"I should craft unprecedented weapons, leaving my name in history, but alas, I haven’t truly made a weapon in decades. My skills have waned, and I lost the ambition of my youth. I can’t craft good things anymore, you should seek someone better!"

Although Chen Shixiang refused, he wasn’t as firm as he was with others, so there was still hope.

"Master Chen, although you haven’t made a complete weapon for decades, you haven’t been idle. It’s impossible for your skills to have dulled. As for youthful ambition, I have it; we can discuss together how to create this weapon."

Yang Cheng took out a small wooden box and placed it in front of Chen Shixiang, smiling as he said, "Why don’t you open it and see what’s inside first."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Chen Shixiang glanced at him. Perhaps by collaborating with this young man, they could indeed create an unprecedented world-class weapon.

He slowly opened the wooden box, revealing three stones of different colors inside.

Any normal person might not notice anything, but as a Weapon Master, Chen Shixiang could see the luster of the stones and the Spiritual Energy flowing on them.

"Is this... a Spirit Stone?"

He looked shocked, with disbelief in his tone.

"Yes, I want to embed these three Spirit Stones into the weapon."

Yang Cheng nodded. These three Spirit Stones were sourced from the Purifying Spirit Spring Valley, brimming with Spiritual Energy, and when fused with the weapon, they’d create immense power.

"Oh my heavens! Where did you get three Spirit Stones?"

Chen Shixiang marveled. In all his years of crafting weapons, it was extremely rare for anyone to come into possession of even one Spirit Stone.

Yet, the young man in front of him not only produced three at once but also top-quality ones.

If he had been doubtful about his skills before, with these three Spirit Stones, he was assured of creating a weapon of astounding power, surely the finest work of his life.

"I obtained them by chance during my travels. Now, Master Chen, are you willing to help me?"

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, awaiting his response.

After a moment’s silence, Chen Shixiang immediately replied, "I am willing, but I have a condition. The kind of weapon to be crafted must be my decision; you can only offer suggestions, you can’t dictate my final decision. If you can’t agree to this, then you can leave."

With such premium Spirit Stones, he must think carefully and craft a top-tier weapon, naturally not allowing anyone else to interfere with his vision.

"No problem, I don’t know how to craft weapons anyway, of course, I will listen to you."

Yang Cheng was thrilled, once the Spirit Stones were revealed, the master agreed.

Chen Shixiang nodded in satisfaction and asked again, "Is the weapon being crafted for your use?"

"Yes, I also have a request, which is to hope you can craft it as soon as possible. If any materials are needed, I’ll go gather them right away."

Yang Cheng sensed a storm brewing and knew he must be well-prepared before it came, so he needed the perfect weapon at hand.