Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 334

This was the courtyard where masters could rest, as such, it was a quiet haven, away from people and distractions.

On entering the courtyard, Jerrison's eyes were drawn immediately to the sheathed sword that Zen clutched.

Generally, if a sword was sheathed, there was no aura emitting from it. However, the light from this sword shone so brilliantly that it even covered the scabbard.

Most refiners followed a simple rule of thumb and always chose the best materials used in creating the body and handle carefully when a sword was forged. However, they would avoid pouring heavenly law into the handle of the weapon, because it was wasteful.

Jerrison and Merk saw that the handle of Zen's sword was manifesting an intense amount of energy, even after he had inserted it into the scabbard.

'Did this guy waste his understanding of heavenly law on the handle while he was making the sword?

Oh, wow! How was he able to comprehend heavenly law? The workmanship is amazing; he has a remarkable ability to be able to craft such a good sword, '

thought Jerrison and Merk, becoming excited at the prospect.

"I can't believe you were able to forge such a good fairy weapon at such a young age. That's crazy! Have you given your baby a name?" asked Jerrison. All the while he stared down at the sword.

Usually, after a weapon refiner finished, he would give his new weapon a name to identify it. Zen's sword had no name earlier because Chase hadn't condensed it and wanted someone else to finish it. Zen had to name it.

Zen simply stated, "The name is Streamer."

"Streamer Sword? That's beautiful. A good name! I like it!" Jerrison nodded and said, "Yes, that's really a good name! May I see it?"

Zen shook his head in denial of Jerrison's request while he reminded himself, 'I'm no fool. My weapon is as important as my life. There was a wise martial artist once who said, two things cannot be shared, a man's weapon and his woman!'

Zen had barely finished making Streamer Sword and even though he hadn't used it in combat, he wasn't prepared to share it either.

When Zen rejected Jerrison's request, Merk piped up saying, "Master Yan is an excellent weapons refiner. He isn't a grand master yet, but, he'd be able to see if there are any flaws in your Streamer Sword. We're the masters of the Cloud Sect, so, you don't need to be on the defensive with us."

Zen still shook his head, but smiled as he spoke, "By the way, Master Yan was just telling me that he'd take me to make the record. So, where do I record it? I will work with you, if that's how it's done, but, if not, I'll go first."

In reaction to what Zen asked, a flame suddenly burst from the palm of Merk's hand, and smiling wickedly, he said, "You won't leave Quenching Peak alive, if you don't tell us."

As Zen glanced at the flame dancing on Merk's hand, the smile on Zen's face was slowly replaced by a sinister look. "Oh, is that so? Are the two of you sure you can defeat me on your own? After all, you are only at seventh grade of the nature level. Since you've decided to threaten me, I'll show you Streamer Sword's power!"

Pulling the sword slowly out of its scabbard as he finished talking, Zen held it out, with the tip of Steamer Sword aimed at the two of them. There was a look of serenity on Zen's face, as though he didn't care that he was facing off against two masters.

Zen's bold actions shocked Merk and Jerrison, and they stood there wondering, 'What is he talking about? Only at the seventh grade of the nature level? After all, we're better than him, since he's only at the first grade of nature level! How could he dare look down on us?'

"Ha-ha! Drizzle Peak is the worst peak of all Cloud Sect's peaks, but they've cultivated quite an arrogant disciple! You are barely at the first grade of nature level, and yet you look down on us? That's hilarious!" Jerrison smiled as he extended his hand, and a purple flame appeared from his palm.

Each weapons refiner had his own unique flame.

The one dancing over Merk's hand was pink, and was as delicate as a peach blossom. Although the flame might seem weak, it actually held incredibly hot, destructive power.