Chapter 1321: An Astonis.h.i.+ng Outcome
Seeing Zuo Qingyu, who was kneeling on the ground, Zuo Ming smiled at Emperor Wu. “Your Majesty, this is Zuo Qingyu, my second daughter. She was the one who insisted on coming to Master Rong Yang.”
“Your Majesty?” The old steward was so shocked that his knees buckled.
Emperor Wu nodded. “Good. Your daughter will be rewarded once the formidable weapon is completed.”
The formidable weapon?! Zuo Qingyu’s stomach lurched when she heard those words.
Seriously? Emperor Wu had brought all these people here to witness the formidable weapon?
Zuo Qingyu looked up at her father.
Zuo Ming rubbed his chin in satisfaction and nodded at his daughter.
Instantly, Zuo Qingyu felt like pa.s.sing out. She knew she was doomed.
She opened her mouth to say something, but all words failed her.
After checking the color of the sky, Zuo Ming smiled at Zuo Qingyu. “Xiao Yu, where is Master Rong Yang?”
With much difficulty, Zuo Qingyu said, “Master Rong Yang is working on the weapon as we speak.”
Zuo Ming already knew the answer, but he needed to ask the question to bring up the next one. “You’ve been in closer proximity to the master than any of us. So, tell me, has Master Rong Yang hammered it 107 times?”
That was the last thing Zuo Qingyu wanted to talk about, but Zuo Ming wouldn’t shut up about it. In her head, Zuo Qingyu was already screaming…
“Yes…” said Zuo Qingyu, clenching her fists.
Zuo Ming glanced at the other officials and smiled. “So, it’s true. Lord Mu is right.”
The old steward stared at Zuo Ming in bewilderment and wondered why Zuo Qingyu’s father looked so happy.
He wanted to say something, but then decided that he should keep silent.
Feng Yanfeng sounded very envious as he said to Zuo Ming, “This weapon is going to be so amazing. Northern Feng General’s spear was made with 107 and a half strikes, but the master may use all 108 strikes with this one. Master Zuo, congratulations.”
Zuo Ming rubbed his chin and said, “You flatter me.”
Zuo Qingyu finally realized what was going on here. Her father really thought that Master Rong Yang was building a weapon for the Zuo family.
She wanted to explain, but the emperor was here, and she didn’t know what to say.
It just so happened that her father wouldn’t shut up about it, and he was enjoying all the congratulations so much… Zuo Qingyu really wanted to cry now.
Right at that moment, there was another loud sound from under the well.
In the refinery room underground —
Rumble!
After a long while, Master Rong Yang finally made his 108th strike.
This was the first time that he had used all 108 strikes on a weapon!
Instantly, he felt the Fallen Star Sword begin to suck up all his spiritual essence.
He felt like a winter leaf rapidly losing its vitality!
Master Rong Yang began to age visibly. He was wasting away as his muscles shriveled up.
He had been a white-haired man with a young man’s face before, but now, his face was haggard-looking.
The sword was draining him of all the spiritual essence he had acc.u.mulated over a lifetime.
The sword was like a bottomless pit; it was so terrifying!
Feng Wu was astonished when she saw what was going on.
She tried to pull him away, but as soon as she touched his body, she felt a streak of her spiritual essence being sucked away.