Chapter 664: Friendship in the Legend of Sword and Fairy (Asking for Monthly Tickets)

Meanwhile, inside the internet cafe, a crowd of elves and knights had clustered behind Boss Fang: "So that is how a sword is forged?!"

Must you people of the "Eastern Continent" always be like this?

Your travel (sword-riding) is so elegant, your monster-slaying is so elegant, and now even the simple pounding and hammering of sword-forging is somehow this elegant?! Every gesture and movement is steeped in an intense aura of grace and dashing charm.

How is anyone else supposed to enjoy the game?! Why are you "Eastern Continent" people so handsome?

Right at that moment, Murong Ziyang raised his right hand, and the blade—already subjected to repeated tempering—traced an incomparably beautiful arc, flying from the sun-fish forging platform straight into the ice pool at the eye of the moon-fish.

Even Elder Cywe was left staring in absolute speechlessness, to say nothing of the other little elves.

A chorus of shrieks erupted.

On the screen, having finally completed the fundamental work of forging the sword, Murong Ziyang adjusted a pair of spectacle frames that did not even exist.

Boss Fang reacted immediately afterward: ...Why does it feel like he struck the wrong pose?

"Ahhh! How can a sword be forged like this?!"

Staring at that figure of the sword immortal clad in blue and white robes amidst the interlacing wind and thunder, even the Alchemists' Guild erupted into chaos.

"Where on earth is this spell projection being cast?!"

"Do you think such a person truly exists in this world?" a male mage asked aloud.

"How could they not?!" A group of young women glared back, their eyes already flushed red.

Dicks in particular possessed a gaze where murderous intent seemed almost tangible: "He absolutely must exist!"

And at this moment, Adolf and Elder Sork of the dwarven clan exchanged a glance, both revealing expressions of astonishment.

"What do you think of this young man's sword-forging technique?" At that moment, within the projection before them, a heavy sword entirely as black as ink and gleaming with an orange-red luster flew out from the ice pool.

With a flick of a finger, it instantly let out a deep, heavy ring.

Of course, the shaping of a blade was naturally not that simple; many processes like the guard, the hilt, the engravings, and the soul-infusion were still far from complete.

"Ah... that is all for today's livestream. Thank you all for watching. Tomorrow we will livestream the processes of engraving, carving, soul-infusion, and so on. Everyone is welcome to tune in on time."

"Is that..."

"It?!"

"Quick! Go find out exactly who is using this spell projection! And that person who was just refining the weapon, who on earth is he?!" To think such a method of alchemy existed! How could they, as the Alchemy Guild, know absolutely nothing about it?!

Adolf found it utterly incredible.

This method of sword-forging, at least in their eyes, fused alchemy and smithing into one; for instance, the blending of various materials within the furnace was something pure smithing could absolutely never achieve.

"I am going to investigate too!" Dicks felt that if she did not unearth the truth of the matter today, she probably wouldn't even be able to sleep well.

Who could have guessed that at this moment, a vast chorus of female voices would echo from behind Dicks: "We are going too!"

"Please be sure to count me in!"

"And me!"

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Meanwhile, at the Origin Internet Club, Boss Fang logged out of the game and stretched his back deeply: "Ah... I'm exhausted."

"Hopefully doing this will boost popularity a bit..." Boss Fang muttered to himself.

Turning around a moment later: "Why are you all gathered here?"

He saw a crowd of people completely surrounding him from behind.

"Aren't you playing games today?"

Everyone froze for a second: "...We are!"

"Ah! My Ziyang, here I come!" The elf girl Sera let out a shriek and hurriedly ran off to play.

Boss Fang: "...Are you even still an elf?!"

Is there not a shred of elven reserve left?

Furthermore, didn't every single one of you say you were returning to the Silver Moon Forest? Why are you all rooted to the spot here?

Boss Fang watched as the group of elves all went off to play their games.

"Wait for me!" Helen also hurriedly ran over.

As for the others, they could only smile bitterly and speak up: "We shall head to the Cultivation Seclusion Realm first as well."

"This life's bond, to be continued in the next

What is love, that demands devotion unto death

With you as my companion, I envy neither mandarin ducks nor immortals" Elder Cywe hummed a few lines of the song even as she logged into her station.

"Ah! Elder, you sing so beautifully!" Sera clapped repeatedly, crying out in a flurry of delight.

"The pronunciation is so standard too..." Commander Evan also praised her again and again.

It was... that melody, "Sword and Fairy's Query of Love," played by Qin Ji.

In order to learn the song, she had specifically learned a few phrases of the "foreign language," leaving the others unable to help but feel a burst of envy.

"Can we learn this too? It feels quite complicated... surely it cannot be any simpler than that 'Sword-Controlling Technique'?"

For these peace-loving elves, swordsmanship and spells were actually secondary; rather, it was the magnificent world within this game, the wondrous sights of mountains and rivers, that interested them far more.

Beyond that were the things seen and heard along the journey, some bizarre and varied, others soul-stirring.

"Come quickly and look!" Sera said in wonder. "In the forbidden grounds of this sect, there is actually an ice mountain, and there is a person sealed inside the ice mountain!"

"We looked at that place ages ago!" Helen said. "Once you reach Jimo, you will find it is even more interesting. There is even a fox immortal who loves to play pranks, though we still gave him a good lesson!"

"Look, we are going to release lotus lanterns in this small town in a little while!"

At this time, on the screen, Murong Ziyang, Yun Tianhe, Han Lingsha, and Liu Mengli were walking and laughing along the bustling streets of the lantern festival. In the town nestled by the sea, the intersecting wooden bridges of the docks stretched across the shore. Han Lingsha gently scooped up a lotus lantern, and looking out into the distance, the entire surface of the sea was adrift with beautiful lotus lanterns, glittering like stars in the night, extraordinarily gorgeous.

"This place is so beautiful too!"

"I can even take them up the hillside to watch fireworks, alright!" Helen said happily. "So the towns where ordinary people live are this beautiful too?"

"The lifelong pursuit of a chivalrous knight, to eliminate demons and defend the right path, is it not precisely for this very scene, for the smiles on these people's faces?" Murong Ziyang stood upon the hillside, gazing down at the crowd below and the brilliant fireworks in the sky.

"Alright, let's talk of serious matters," Han Lingsha also said. "Today has truly made me so happy. I only hope that the four of us will have such opportunities to gather together for our entire lives, doing what we ought to do."

"Hee-hee!" Sera giggled softly. "I also wish to travel across rivers and mountains with them every day, having fun! And we can learn quite a lot of things too."

"How wonderful it would be if every day could be like this in the future, don't you agree?"

If the first Legend of Sword and Fairy spoke of destiny, and the third emphasized reincarnation, then what touched people so deeply in the fourth was perhaps such a friendship—one whose sincerity could be seen even in the mundane, a companionship that walked through thousands of rivers and mountains together.

Whether it was the quest for immortality or the hand of fate, it was all built upon this friendship, growing stronger and more steadfast with each passing day.

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