Chapter 4869: The Forged Knife

Hearing this, he excitedly stepped forward, grabbed her arms with both hands, and wanted to say something, but didn’t know what to say. In the end, he just kept repeating, “That’s great, that’s great!”

After a while, he came to his senses and quickly turned to Feng Jiu and knelt down. “Thank you, Miss, thank you!”

“Alright, it’s no big deal. She hasn’t fully recovered yet,” Feng Jiu said gently.

If he had been a little skeptical before, at this moment, seeing Yueniang’s recovery, he felt nothing but excitement, endless joy, and anticipation. At this moment, it was like a new life for them! In order to cure Yueniang, he had sought out many famous doctors and alchemists, but no one had the ability to repair a neidan. He never expected that he would find their chance for survival here.

“I’m going to continue forging the knife. I’ll go now,” he grinned, a big smile on his face. He patted Yueniang’s hand and, without waiting for Feng Jiu to say anything, turned and continued forging the knife. At this moment, his blood was rushing through his veins. He was excited and thrilled, as if he had all this energy with nowhere to go. He thought about it and decided that only forging could calm him down.

Feng Jiu narrowed her eyes and listened to the sound of hammering, thinking to herself. Once she had dealt with her enemies in the Upper Immortal Realm, she would find a way to break through the barrier between the realms and bring her family here to live with her.

Thinking about it, the corners of her lips couldn’t help but turn up slightly, and her mood also soared. By then, they could live whatever life they wanted, and she would have her three children. Come to think of it, she had been here for quite some time, but she hadn’t been able to see them. She wondered how they were doing with the Azure Emperor. Had they lost weight? Or had they gained weight? Or had they grown taller?

Accompanied by these random thoughts, she gradually fell asleep in the gentle breeze.

Seeing that she was asleep, Song Mi’er took a blanket from her space and covered her with it. Only then did she and Yueniang go to the vegetable garden.

A few days later, early in the morning, Song Mi’er was boiling porridge for breakfast when the man who had been making knives came over with a smile on his face.

“Mi’er, try this knife and see how it is.” He handed her a sharp kitchen knife and said, “I made this according to your instructions. Since you are a woman, I made this kitchen knife light and thin. I made a few changes according to your suggestions. Come, try it out.”

When Song Mi’er saw that the knife was thinner than an ordinary kitchen knife and had a sharp, cold gleam, her eyes lit up, and she quickly took it to have a look.

“Uncle Iron, it looks thin and smaller than an ordinary kitchen knife. Can it cut cow bones?” she asked curiously, fondly touching the blade.

“Hahaha, of course, it can. Moreover, it is made of black iron, and I have forged a defensive array on it. If necessary, it can also be used as a weapon to defend yourself. Just make do with it for now, and I’ll forge a better one for you in the future,” he laughed loudly.

“Yay, thank you, Uncle Iron!” Song Mi’er said happily, thanking him and rushing to the kitchen to try out the knife.

“Let me boil some water for you to bathe! Look at you, you’re covered in sweat after all these days. Take a bath and get some rest,” Yueniang walked over and handed him the tea she was holding.