At the entrance of the manor.

Vines climbed all over the iron fence and walls.

Graffiti like "XXX was here" and "BB forever loves CC" covered the walls of the manor.

There were even more ridiculous wall graffiti.

Filled with astronomical galaxy equations, diagrams, how to find the Milky Way and Solar System in the universe, densely written, and finally scribbled crookedly with "Welcome Five-Body People to Earth."

Very hardcore.

Although Jiucai Rong regularly cleaned up these scoundrels' graffiti everywhere, they were still often rewritten, and he was never tired of it.

And next to the graffiti-covered walls, there was a game announcement full of dry goods stuck at the entrance.

The blacksmiths were no longer able to complain about Jiucai Rong's "fixing minor bugs" again.

They just seriously stared at the words "good at recognizing dads" wondering what the hell it meant.

Although the game is called the Ninth Art, this art of yours is way too avant-garde.

Always trying something new, huh!

And some people were focused on the colorful New Year tasks.

It turns out they all guessed wrong.

Underestimated the game's sincerity.

The New Year limited-time tasks consist not of one, but three full stages.

First stage, setting up stalls at the village market.

Second stage, New Year merchants within the city.

Third stage, grave-sweeping at the manor for the New Year.

Definitely has that New Year vibe.

Everyone was discussing it with great enthusiasm.

Although the manor is not very large.

But the details, story backgrounds, and cultivation system over these few days made all the blacksmiths feel an unprecedented vastness and grandeur.

Not like other games with those fictional sandbox worlds, boasting empty talk.

It's very delicate.

Especially the way every ray of sunshine in the manor softly falls on the body, and every flame of the furnace emits a real scorching heat.

It feels like being in a real otherworld, not just within a manor.

Because of this, many people anticipate more information and intelligence from merchants from the outside world, various exchange materials, and Immortal Path specialties.

At this moment, not only the blacksmiths inside the manor exploded, but also the 900 spectators "logging in" outside were buzzing.

[This Game's Castration Addiction]:"This game is just too diligent, one mainline a week! We just finished beating the crow not too long ago, and now there's a new large-scale event! Two consecutive major update announcements."

[Difficult Shrimp Head]:"Hahaha, it's not the game's planners who are diligent, it's Jiucai Rong who is diligent with update announcements (dog head)"

[One Sentence Human Nature Mentor]:"Pingchang City merchants, the second NPC appearance tomorrow."

[Too Cool for Spicy]:"Wuwuwu, when can we who are queuing ["logging in"] get in? I really want to play, can't I just pay to play, I'll activate seven thousand full days!"

[Nightly Frenzied Cultivation Sixth Body]:"It's only been just over ten days in closed beta, not opening slots is quite normal, estimated many operational bugs, but after this grave-sweeping task is over, the old steward will definitely have another two choices. If someone still doesn't pick to add 100 blacksmiths and chooses a new race, I'll go offline for a PK! (angry)"

[Respected Adoptive Father]:"Let me come, recognizing fathers is my specialty! Seeing the ancestral tomb, I'll do a slide and kneel in front of it! Standing out for my piety! Also, is the grave-sweeping in this world that bizarre, could it be you can really chat and pay respects with the deceased ancestors buried there?"

[Died on the Spot]:"Speaking of which, I don't know if these NPCs also, like us players, died on the spot. Not sure if during grave-sweeping we can pull down the ancestors' pants to check it out (funny)"

[Unparalleled Extinction]:"Wow! You want to see what's under the NPC's skirt, don't you? So do I, you can try tomorrow under the merchant's skirt too (dog head)"

...

These audience members chatted happily, while the hundred blacksmiths in the manor, after their excitement, began processing and working.

After all, it's the last day today, gotta rush to produce another batch of goods.

Sharpening the spear just before the battle, it shines even if not fast.

The Hairpin Ladies began crafting all sorts of beautiful Magic Copper accessories.

Although using such tiny amounts of Magic Copper made it extremely difficult for them to perform miniature enchantment with their current skills, resulting in just coarse Magical Artifact embryos.

But those beautiful hairpins, they believe many people would buy them.

"Charge ahead!"

The blacksmith shop was even more cheerful, with a bright tomorrow just ahead.

The Dog Tail series was made into various styles of weapons, the bows, swords, knives, and crossbows adorned with starry and feather patterns were so exquisite they looked like art pieces rather than weapons.

"Quiet!"

Daojiu's expression was serious yet confident.

He firmly believed the forging over these days was worth it, and hard work wouldn't disappoint him.

Although these people sometimes acted silly, like all men, they had the romantic aspiration to personally DIY a cool weapon.

The intensity of effort and competitiveness moved him deeply.

"Everyone, success or failure in these days hinges on this moment."

Daojiu commanded beside the forging furnace:

"The more than twenty Enchanters are revived today to reopen the Three Flowers, enchanting the final batch of weapons, listen to my command, one, two, three, jump."

Each queued orderly in front of the furnace, like stockbrokers ready to line up on the rooftop during a stock market crash.

Leaping high.

"Blazing fire, burn my ruined body, what joy in life, what sorrow in death!"

"Demacia forever!"

"Refund, damn it, refund!"

"All those times were just building up, this big wave is coming, others fear me holding my course, charge!"

A group of Enchanters braced themselves, shouting all sorts of flamboyant slogans, sacrificing themselves.

Roar!

The great fire burned, one figure after another wrapped in flames.

The blacksmiths, too, were in high spirits, their movements with the large pincers very skilled:

"Don't overheat, time to take the Enchanter out."

"After all, they are learned people, their bodies are expensive."

"Hurry up and collect the corpses, do it while they're hot."

Lately, the blacksmiths have perfected the tip of working with live bodies—strike while the iron is hot.

They are sure.

They are on a rare forging path, gaining experience, exploring forward.

Other Forging Masters in the city may not match their skill in this regard.

They also believe.

One day, even if other skills don't measure up to a Forging Master, their technique of live body forging will surely be the pinnacle of world skill, famous throughout the world.

Bestowed with the title of "World's Number One Manor."

In the corner.

"Damn it, as a Transmigrator, I missed the old steward again."

"Dizzy" was quietly organizing the weapons on the shelf beside them, watching the group tremble with fear, secretly making a decision in his heart,

"Merchant... sigh, merchant."

...

The midday sun was strong, making the ground a bit scorching.

Ning Zheng left the manor gate, passing by the smithy he saw them working diligently, hard at work forging, he couldn't help nodding:

"Really getting more sensible, the forging speed is very fast."

He initially doubted them, then was surprised by them, now he understands them.

Strike while the iron is hot?

Not a bit surprising at this point.

Anyway, got used to it!

If there's to be a ritual, then it must be done the best.

Call over the merchants originally due in half a month, buy a batch of goods, purchase various offerings, and make the ancestral worship ceremonious!

After all, the human race blacksmiths he bred with Demon Man blood and flesh vats, isn't their bloodline pure enough?

Assuredly descendants!

No one could find fault with it.

Ning Zheng thought, accumulating another batch of Qi Fortune, subtly guiding with "good luck," basically it's secure.

Just a small matter.

As for crises, they simply don't exist, only adding a few more fathers to the young blacksmiths.

The manor continues making weapons for profit, he cultivates steadily, striving for Great Perfection in the Five-Body Realm within half a month.

"Time to contact the outside merchants."

Ning Zheng took a deep breath, holding the Sword Casting Manor Master's token, and opened a hidden area covered by an illusion array near the mine area in a cave.

A Teleportation Array appeared before him.

In the past, he didn't understand why the manor's Demon Men were so troublesome, given the city wasn't far, a Teleportation Array seemed unnecessary, now he understands.

Because outside the gate was their ancestral tomb, inconvenient for direct access, easily disturbing the ancestors.

He used the token to make contact.

In the city, one did not dare to slight these manor Demon Men.

This wave was called putting on airs.

...

Outside the encircling Spirit Manor at the base of Sword Casting Manor.

Inside the Paper House, expressionless maids paced back and forth.

A tall man in Taoist robes made a resolute promise.

Splash.

A foolish River Demon emerged from the water.

"The time for ancestral worship is a bit late, something feels off this year, I hope their offerings give me something new this year."

The man frowned.

For some reason, a vague, ominous premonition clouded his heart.