I Asked You to Forge Iron, So How Did You Become the Sword God?

In a dimly lit street, the sound of hammering rang out from a little blacksmith's shop.

Ye Feiyu swung the hammer with both hands, drenched in sweat.

He was not hammering iron or forging a sword. With every strike of the hammer, he was tempering the hatred in his heart.

Three years later, nine small swords appeared before Ye Feiyu.

Just days later,

Ye Feiyu said to the Star-Picking Sword God, "If there are immortals in this world, I should still be able to best them with half a sword strike."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.