Dragon's Origin

Grandmaster Wu wasn't a fool. From Wang Sheng's series of words, he accurately grasped the theme. In reality, it was just four words: showy and impractical.

What Wang Sheng said before about invincible masters, defeating enemies with one move, was about not using the sword to clash, but directly killing people. What about 'without staining the blade with blood'? Wasn't that just fear of tarnishing its perfection? If it were used by a warrior who fought with every move and stance, could this sword still be taken out for use?

As a perfectly crafted weapon, when the user doesn't dare to use it or is reluctant to use it, where does the value of this weapon lie? Is it in the expensive materials? Or the luxurious decorations? The delicately carved metal paintings? Or his own ingenious craftsmanship?

From a weapon's perspective, even if this sword is crafted perfectly, it has already lost its value as a weapon. Because it's too perfect, no one dares to use it, and no one is willing to use it. What a satire for a blacksmith grandmaster!

Grandmaster Wu finally understood why Old Tie and the others seemed to have something to say but didn't. If they had spoken directly, it would have been a huge blow to Grandmaster Wu. It seemed no one wanted to do such an offensive thing. It seemed fitting for Wang Sheng, who had just helped him forge the perfect weapon, to say it. Even if he wanted to hate him, he couldn't.

"So that's how it is!" Grandmaster Wu smiled sadly. His white hair and beard suddenly seemed so bleak. "I wholeheartedly wanted to use the most perfect and top-notch techniques on this sword, but I didn't expect the result to be like this."

"Too much is as bad as too little! Too much is as bad as too little!" Wang Sheng could hear the disappointment and discouragement in Grandmaster Wu's voice, and he blurted out.

The surrounding grandmasters, including the Qing Ling Old Daoist, all seemed thoughtful when they heard Wang Sheng's words, 'Too much is as bad as too little'.

"Indeed, it really is too much!" Grandmaster Wu gave a miserable laugh, trying to squeeze out a smile, but he couldn't manage it, making him look very awkward. "That sword is useless. Destroy it!"

"No!" The sword that had been in Meier's arms was immediately held as if she was holding her dearest child when she heard this. How could she let go? "It can't be destroyed!"

She was obviously a complete money-grubber. Wang Sheng shook his head. If Meier hadn't been brought by him, Wang Sheng would have really wanted to say he didn't know her; she was too embarrassing.

However, when Meier looked at Wang Sheng with her incredibly enchanting peach blossom eyes, Wang Sheng's heart softened. Of course, Wang Sheng wouldn't admit that he was seduced by Meier's charm; he simply felt that if Grandmaster Wu's skill were to be diminished because of this sword, it would definitely not be worth it.

"If we're talking about it from a weapon's perspective, this sword is indeed a bit too perfect," Wang Sheng considered before speaking again.

"It's because it's too perfect, just like you said, too much is as bad as too little." Grandmaster Wu heard Wang Sheng seemed to want to defend him, but he didn't want to accept such an explanation. Failure was failure, and there was no need to find any reasons. He quickly composed himself and said confidently, "This time, I failed to advance to grandmaster, but it was because I overlooked some things. Next time, I will definitely become a true grandmaster."

"No, no, I don't mean that," Wang Sheng smiled and continued, "I mean that from a weapon's perspective, this sword is too perfect, so perfect that it's somewhat of a failure. But..."

Wang Sheng dragged out his voice, and everyone, including Old Tie, raised their heads, waiting for Wang Sheng's transition after the 'but'.

"If you change the perspective," Wang Sheng saw that everyone was paying attention to him and smiled at Grandmaster Wu, "Don't treat it as a weapon, just treat it as a exquisite work of art, and then evaluate it yourself. How is it?"

"Don't treat it as a weapon, treat it as a work of art?" Grandmaster Wu was stunned, then froze, staring at the long sword in Meier's arms, and began to ponder.

Old Tie and the others were also stunned when they heard Wang Sheng's words. It was clear that a long sword had been forged, but it shouldn't be treated as a long sword, but as a work of art. Thinking about it, it really had a different flavor!

"It's not necessarily true that only forging weapons can make someone a grandmaster, right?" Wang Sheng was not only enlightening Grandmaster Wu, but also speaking to Old Tie and the others. "There are three hundred and sixty professions, and every profession can produce an outstanding talent. Master Lu only carves, but isn't he also a grandmaster? Blacksmiths don't necessarily have to forge weapons to be grandmasters. Isn't creating pinnacle works of art also being a grandmaster? Just like I'm not talented, I can't forge swords or make armor, but when it comes to tasting food, what is commonly known as eating, I dare to pat my chest and say that I am a grandmaster."

Pfft, before anyone else could laugh, Meier laughed first. Wang Sheng was so shameless, actually saying in front of so many real grandmasters that he was a grandmaster of eating. Didn't he feel ashamed? However, if this could preserve this exquisite long sword, then Wang Sheng could say whatever he wanted.

Meier laughed, but no one else laughed. Everyone was shocked by Wang Sheng's saying that every profession can produce an outstanding talent. They were all top grandmasters in several industries, so of course they understood the principle of specialization better than ordinary people. It was a failure as a weapon, but as a luxurious work of art, this sword was definitely the best of the best!

"Moreover, although no one is willing to use this sword in battle, it can be used in etiquette," Wang Sheng raised his voice a little. "I dare to guarantee with my head that even if the current Emperor saw it, he would definitely wear it on his body at all times and love it."

A long sword can be a sword for killing, or it can be a sword for etiquette. Who said a long sword only has one use?

"So, my sword is not a failure?" Grandmaster Wu's eyes were almost shining, and he asked Wang Sheng excitedly.

"It can only be said that you failed in forging a tool for killing," Wang Sheng replied very affirmatively. "But whether it failed as a sword of etiquette or a work of art still needs to be decided by the seniors. I don't have the qualifications."

Even so, Grandmaster Wu was already overjoyed. He looked at the surrounding people with excited eyes, waiting for them to comment on it as a work of art or a sword of etiquette, to see if he was qualified to advance to grandmaster.

"Bring the sword here, let me take another look!" This time, Master Lu took the initiative to ask for the long sword, carefully staring at the patterns and the 'Thousands of Miles Battlefield Map', examining it as if he were examining a work of art.

Although Meier had to hand over the long sword, her eyes were fixed on it, as if she was afraid that Master Lu would destroy it in a fit of pique. That kind of anxious behavior made the grandmasters laugh.