Forging Destiny

The fire in the blacksmith shop in Qingyang Town stays on day and night. For sixteen years, Lu Chen thought that his destiny was to be a blacksmith—like his father, Lu Tieshan, he would spend his whole life dealing with anvils, hammers, and quenching pools. Until Cangwu Mountain collapsed and the Dragon Bone Gate appeared. The green-scaled dragon bracelet on his wrist that he had worn for sixteen years suddenly came to life, sending a wisp of ancient true energy into his meridians. Only then did he realize that the old scars on the back of his father's hands were knife marks, that the medicine altar in his mother's cellar was a sealing formation, and that the blood of a demonic dragon lay at the bottom of a dry well in Zhendong. And the word "defense" taken apart - it was the secret that his father spent sixteen years nailing into the ground of Qingyang Town. The ice in the north is cracking, and it is still more than three months. Lu Chen picked up the hammer that had been passed down for sixteen years and forged a knife for himself for the first time. He didn't know what was waiting for him in the north, but he knew: a blacksmith, when something is in your hand, don't let it go. This is a story about protection and inheritance, about how a young man stood up from the anvil and forged himself into a knife.