Ouyang Mu heard this and shook his head.
"Too low a price?" Mo Hua asked.
"No, no," Ouyang Mu hurriedly replied, "When I craft artifacts for others, it’s usually forty merit points, and sword casting is just sixty. A hundred merit points is too much. My experience is shallow, and my skills are rough—I’m not worth that much."
Ouyang Mu glanced at Mo Hua and said somewhat embarrassedly:
"Brother Mo, I’ll just charge you sixty as well. I’ll craft eight... no, nine spiritual artifacts to pay off my debt."
Mo Hua was taken aback.
He’d haggled with plenty of people before, but encountering this reverse-negotiation was a first for him, leaving him momentarily disconcerted.
"Then it’s settled—eight spirit swords!"
Mo Hua replied with a cheerful smile.
He stuffed the spine bone of the Flame Demon Wolf into Ouyang Mu’s arms, making it impossible for him to refuse, and said:
"That’s decided then. You hold onto this spine bone for now. Next month on the off-day, find me in the mountains, and I’ll tell you which sword to forge."
After saying this, Mo Hua waved his hand and left.
Ouyang Mu remained in place, clutching the fresh wolf demon spine bone, still carrying the residual warmth of fire. His heart, too, was warmed by a blaze of gratitude.
This Brother Mo, truly, is a great good person!
Ouyang Mu gazed at Mo Hua’s gradually retreating silhouette, his heart filled with gratitude.
...
Soon, a month passed.
On the off-day, Mo Hua again made his way to Refining Demon Mountain.
As promised, Ouyang Mu was waiting for him there.
Currently, he carried a debt of five hundred merit points, feeling the weight of pressure bearing heavily on his shoulders. He didn’t want to disappoint Mo Hua’s generosity in giving him the Flame Demon Wolf’s spine, so he was eager to do something for him.
"Brother Mo, what sword do you want me to cast?"
Mo Hua handed over his pre-prepared sword-casting diagram to Ouyang Mu.
Ouyang Mu received it, took just one glance, and said:
"Brother Mo, this sword design is quite strange... it’s not shaped like a regular spirit sword, is it?"
Mo Hua thought to himself, as expected of someone from Tai’a Sect—he saw through it in an instant.
"This sword is indeed a bit out of the ordinary," Mo Hua nodded and replied.
Ouyang Mu kept looking at it, muttering under his breath:
"Its exterior is similar, but its internal structure is different..."
"The materials seem a bit cheap—not very sturdy."
"There’s space left for a formation inside, but this seems... not the typical reinforcement or sharpening formations used for regular spirit swords?"
Ouyang Mu gestured with his hand over the sword diagram, suddenly exclaiming in surprise:
"... It’s a sword formation!"
"The sword formation isn’t internally sealed; the sword’s design is open source..."
...
Muttering to himself, Ouyang Mu’s expression darkened, becoming despondent as he said: "Brother Mo, I can’t craft this kind of spirit sword..."
"Why’s that?"
Ouyang Mu explained: "This isn’t a standard spirit sword—it doesn’t use typical formations but sword formations."
"Sword formations aren’t something I’ve learned yet. Only after joining the Inner Gate and signing a Death Oath will the sect teach them."
"Currently, the Elders and Instructors only teach the purely artifact-refining techniques outside of sword formations, like the Tai’a Sword Casting Skill."
"No problem," Mo Hua replied, "you don’t need to worry about the sword formation—just focus on crafting the sword itself."
"Oh."
Ouyang Mu nodded.
He had no idea how Brother Mo intended to address the sword formation issue.
From his impression, the Taixu Sect didn’t seem to have any special legacy regarding sword formations either.
Even if there were, it wouldn’t be taught now anyway.
However, Ouyang Mu was polite enough not to pry further.
Purely casting the sword, without involving the sword formation—even if its design was a bit unconventional—wasn’t difficult to accomplish.
Ouyang Mu studied the sword diagram Mo Hua had provided several more times.
Mo Hua keenly observed his reactions and suddenly asked, "Little Wood, what do you think of this sword diagram’s design?"
Ouyang Mu froze, "What do you mean by what I think?"