The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence.

"It's done, it's done, the sword is done!!!"

Along with the exciting shouts, the black men who were originally working scattered everywhere gathered together, and exclamations echoed throughout the mine.

Wow! Wow! Wow! Oh, ho, ho! They had lost the ability to speak and instinctively roared like wild beasts, waiting for an earth-shattering miracle to happen.

With a "swish" sound, the newly forged sword, emitting a red light, was thrown into the water.

In an instant, water splashed everywhere, and everyone's eyes followed the sword to the bottom of the water. The surroundings became silent, and only the sound of rapid breathing could be heard.

Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, Yun Qing took a deep breath and slowly dipped his right hand into the water. His movements were gentle yet firm, as if he feared disturbing the treasure beneath. Finally, his fingers touched the hilt, and he gripped the scorching sword tightly.

At this moment, everyone's heart was clamoring frantically, "Quick, quick, quick, bring it out!" Everyone couldn't wait to see what this sword made of fine steel looked like, and whether it could truly become a world-class and unparalleled sword.

Yun Qing gripped the hilt tightly and carefully lifted the sword from the water. As he moved, the sword gradually emerged from the water, and water droplets rolled down the sword.

Yun Qing took a deep breath and suddenly raised the sword above his head. In an instant, a beam of sunlight fell on the sword, reflecting a dazzling light that was impossible to look directly at.

Everyone looked closely and saw a lifelike dragon head meticulously carved into the hilt. Every whisker was clearly visible, and the lines flowed naturally, as if gently swaying in the breeze. Two rubies were set into the dragon head's eyes, like burning flames, emitting endless majesty and dominance.

The sword slowly emerged from the dragon's mouth, its beauty beyond imagination. As thin as a cicada's wing, it seemed so light it could flutter in the breeze. Yet, this thin blade was incredibly strong, resisting any bending or breaking.

Upon closer inspection, the surface of the sword was shimmering with a faint green light, as dazzling as the stars twinkling in the night sky. This light was not a reflection from the outside world, but rather a mysterious aura emanating from the sword itself, which made people unable to help but be captivated by it.

"Wow! Wow! This... this is actually a peerless sword!" Everyone was amazed, their eyes fixed on the sword that was emitting a cold light.

"Master, hurry up, try to see if the sword is sharp!"

Yun Qing nodded and called out, "Mo Yu!"

Mo Yu took a deep breath and drew out the sword he carried with him.

Yun Qing held the hilt of his sword calmly, steady as a rock. The atmosphere around him suddenly became tense.

Mo Yu gritted his teeth and slashed at Yun Qing with all his might. In this attack, he used 90% of his strength!

In an instant, there was a crisp "clang" sound. The sword in Moyu's hand broke with the sound. Yun Qing had only used 30% of his strength when the half of the sword flew straight out and pierced the ground.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise again, and the Xiao Hei people instantly became excited. As if inspired by something, they all drew their swords without hesitation and rushed towards Yun Qing, brandishing them.

Each man's movements were resolute and decisive, as if this charge was a final farewell to his sword. For a moment, sword lights flashed, and sword energy crisscrossed. The clanking of broken swords was incessant, but no one expressed any regret or grief; everyone was extremely excited!

"Master, this Ao Cang Qiong is indeed a peerless sword. It has cut through so many swords without even a scratch!"

"That's right, that's right, it really is a peerless sword!"

Yun Qing frowned: "What is Ao Cang Qiong?"

Mo Yu: "Isn't this what's written on the picture drawn by Master Mu?" Mo Yu took out the sketch drawn by Mu Qingcheng. Each sword she drew had its own name, and the master's sword clearly had "Ao Cang Qiong" written on it.

Yun Qing gently stroked the sword and said lovingly, "It's not called Ao Cang Qiong."

Everyone asked in confusion: "What is it called?"

Yun Qing paused and said, "In this world of three thousand, I love three things: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is my morning, the moon is my evening, and you are my morning and evening.

This sword was designed for me by Nuan Nuan herself, it should be called the Qingcheng Sword."

Ugh! Everyone just felt a sour feeling in their stomachs, feeling sorry for Jian! This name really didn't consider Jian's feelings.

Look, look, this sword was just full of pride and exuded the aura of a king, but after changing its name, it immediately became feminine.

After Yun Qing carefully wiped "Qingcheng", he suddenly noticed that everyone looked depressed. What did this mean? Unsatisfied with his sword's name? Humph! Even if he was dissatisfied, he had to keep it to himself.

Lin Zhong stepped forward and quickly and respectfully handed over the scabbard. The scabbard was also made of fine steel and was carved by him personally. A lifelike dragon body was wrapped around the scabbard, echoing the dragon head on the hilt.

This is perfect!

Yun Qing was very satisfied with the sword. He immediately wanted to find Mu Qingcheng and show her the sword she designed, which he had actually made.

"I'll give you two days to quickly forge your own swords. Also, a steelmaking furnace has been built next to the iron mine. Move some of the people from the tomb over here to work on the steelmaking. Keep refining the steel. From now on, have the blacksmiths forge weapons. The more weapons, the better!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

Mu Qingcheng and Feng Zhishang had just pushed Mo Xue into the gate of the Mu Mansion when they heard the sound of horse hooves.

Mo Xiaoliu flew over from the depths of the bamboo forest as light as a swallow: "Master Mu, the master is back!"

"Ah! Yun Qing is back?" Mu Qingcheng happily came out to greet him. But when she thought about him leaving without saying goodbye and being gone for several days, she felt unforgivable.

She turned around and came back, saying to Mo Xiaoliu, "Xiaoliu, close the door for me!"

Mo Xiaoliu was secretly happy and quickly closed the door.

Yun Qing had already reached the door on horseback. He saw Mu Qingcheng standing at the door as if to greet him, and shouted happily: "Nuannuan, I'm back!"

Before he could dismount, the door slammed shut and was locked.

What does it mean! Yun Qing saw it clearly, it was the door that Mo Xiaoliu locked, and he wrote it down.

"Nuannuan, why are you closing the door?" Yun Qing was puzzled and shouted anxiously.

Mu Qingcheng's angry voice came from inside the door: "Didn't you leave quietly? Why are you coming back? Do you think this place is a place where you can come and go as you please? You are so casual, but I am not a casual person. Don't you think you have the ability? Then you..."

Mu Qingcheng was chattering to Yun Qing with her hands on her hips facing the door, when suddenly, someone hugged her from behind.

Huh? Ah! Who is it? Uh uh! What's that smell?

It was Yun Qing. The gate was nothing to him. He could easily jump from outside into the courtyard. The little girl couldn't help but hug him when she saw him.

"Nuannuan, I'm back. Don't be angry, okay?"

"Yun Qing? What's that smell like?"

Ugh! Yun Qing had been soaked in sweat for days, even her hair was greasy. From a distance, she looked like a handsome young man. But when she got closer, Ugh! Ugh! Ugh… That smell, sour and stinky!