Chapter 453: Please Think Thrice, Mountain Lord!
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 453: Please Think Thrice, Mountain Lord!

Chen Chao was somewhat speechless; was that not obvious?

Yang Furen said calmly, "I know what you're thinking, but how many years has Sword Qi Mountain been around? How many swordsmiths have emerged? How many swords have each swordsmith forged in their lifetime? And how many have been given away? These things are hard to quantify. This old man would have to check the records for a long time, and even so, I might still miss some. Why bother with such trivial matters?"

Chen Chao was silent.

After watching the sword selection, Yang Furen summarized with an emotional sigh, "Every time I see a sword cultivator taking a sword down the mountain, I feel reluctant. As a swordsmith, forging a sword, especially one they are very proud of, is like raising a daughter. You hope one day she finds a suitable husband, but at the same time, you fear she will leave and you'll never see her again. If you ever have a daughter, you'll understand this conflicting sentiment."

Chen Chao responded with a smile.

Afterwards, the two of them walked around many parts of Sword Qi Mountain. Chen Chao patiently carried the green bamboo on his shoulder, while Yang Furen did not mention whether he would agree to reforge Chen Chao's broken saber. Chen Chao also refrained from asking, allowing Yang Furen to lead him around. After all, this deal, whether successful or not, would not result in a falling out. Unlike many other sects in the foreign lands, Sword Qi Mountain remained neutral, avoiding excessive enmity or closeness with any particular faction.

After wandering for half a day, they returned to the pavilion deep in the bamboo grove on the mountainside. Yang Furen raised his head to look at the countless green bamboo in front of him without speaking.

Chen Chao just carried the bamboo, reminiscing about the sounds of the bamboo. He had to admit, he had become somewhat enamored with those sounds, like a jar of aged alcohol that seemed unremarkable at first but grew increasingly flavorful over time.

"You have quite the patience. That old fe

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