Chapter 49 - 051: No matter how many people there are, it won’t help.
"There are two weapons here," Jiang Dali said, pointing at the two weapons with a bland expression. "You must be familiar with the Ghost Head Saber, once belonging to Ji Ming, whereas my Golden Nine-Ring Blade was broken by this Ghost Head Saber."
"Are you capable of melting down the Ghost Head Saber to extract the Mystic Iron and recast my Golden Nine-Ring Blade?"
"This..."
Ironsmith Zhang momentarily found himself in a bind, forcing a smile as he spoke, "Village chief, perhaps you are not aware, but the Ghost Head Saber was forged by the renowned blacksmith Gan Hu, and it requires exceptionally potent fires to melt down the Mystic Iron.
With my current ability, I surely can’t melt down the Ghost Head Saber to extract the Mystic Iron."
"Hmm?"
Jiang Dali’s eyebrows furrowed and his gaze narrowed, "So it seems genuinely impossible?"
Instantly, the entire room felt as though it had plunged into a grave and oppressive silence along with Jiang Dali’s frown. The atmosphere dropped to ice-cold, as the high temperatures from several furnaces seemed to suddenly fall into an icy pit.
All the mountain bandits present, including the ironsmith, felt their hearts skip a beat, realizing things were amiss.
The bandit leader who came with them immediately glared and shouted violently, "How dare you! Ironsmith Zhang, you claim difficulty without even trying? The village chief regards you favorably, and you should know better!!"