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Chapter 4437: 5.0189 I Refined It

"This is Senior Haoguang."

As Qiao Mu's words fell, An Wushuang's small mouth instantly dropped open.

Fu San, standing beside her, also looked at the old man with great surprise.

This unremarkable, scruffy old man, standing proudly, was actually the legendary Divine Artifact Master, Senior Haoguang?

The old senior who owned the Heaven-Forging Cauldron?

Fu San and Princess Wushuang both cupped their hands in greeting. "Greetings, Senior Haoguang."

"There are rumors that Senior Haoguang lives near the Snow Ridge Sacred Land. I didn't expect us to actually encounter him today," Princess Wushuang said, very excited. "I heard that Senior's Heaven-Forging Cauldron is renowned for forging the world's most indestructible artifacts. May I be so bold as to request a glimpse?"

The old man looked smug. "You're quite perceptive, little one."

He stepped aside and gestured. The cauldron, suspended in the center of the inner chamber, whooshed into his palm, shrinking to two feet in size, its fire still burning.

An Wushuang's small face was full of curiosity. She was about to reach out to touch it, but Qiao Mu reached out and pulled her back.

Qiao Mu gently shook her head at her. "The cauldron fire is extremely yang; touching it might cause injury."

The old man was the owner of the Heaven-Forging Cauldron, so naturally, he wouldn't be harmed by it. As for others... the consequences of casual touching were predictable.

"Oh, oh." An Wushuang immediately understood, nodding repeatedly, her large eyes rolling around.

Qiao Mu couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at her expression.

This one was blatantly coveting the old man's Heaven-Forging Cauldron.

Thinking about how she had also planned to rob this old man of his Heaven-Forging Cauldron, Qiao Mu couldn't help but scratch her chin and then tugged An Wushuang again.

"Uh, ah?" An Wushuang was completely absorbed in staring at the Heaven-Forging Cauldron. Pulled by Qiao Mu, she slowly came back to her senses.

She gave the old man a somewhat embarrassed smile. "Senior Haoguang, speaking of which, Senior, have you lived here for a long time forging artifacts?"

Haoguang nodded. "Naturally."

The old man looked at An Wushuang with a hint of suspicion; perhaps the princess's barefaced gaze was a bit too obvious.

"Are you also interested in artifact refining?"

Princess Wushuang nodded without thinking, rummaging in her pocket for something. "Senior, please appraise this."

Qiao Mu and Fu San's eyelids twitched slightly. They watched as the old man took the ring from An Wushuang's hand and touched it with a look of surprise.

With a flick of his wrist, a stream of light flashed over the ring, instantly transforming into a longsword that landed in the old man's palm.

A three-foot gleaming blade, its light sharp and piercing.

This sword was Frost (Hán Shuāng), gifted by the Crown Prince to the princess. The blade itself was covered in a layer of frost power, continuously emitting frosty energy with every swing.

Even Spirit Realm cultivators would find it difficult to get close, let alone ordinary people.

Some of the Spirit Realm soldiers seated nearby felt a chill penetrating their clothes, and they couldn't help but shiver, a faint spark of light appearing in their eyes.

[Truly a peerless famous sword!]

"Good, good, truly a peerless sword." A strange light appeared in the old man's eyes. "Perfect form, close to a sacred artifact. Tsk tsk, tsk! I've been in seclusion for many years; I didn't know that another Divine Artifact Master had emerged in this world!"

An Wushuang pouted slightly, tilting her head. "Senior Haoguang, how do you know this sword wasn't refined by me?"

Haoguang immediately puffed out his beard, glared, and rolled his eyes at her. "Do you think I'm a fool? I can tell by looking at your hands that they are not hands used for artifact refining."

"Heh," An Wushuang chuckled.