Chapter 0122: Prostration in Adoration

The magic sword was certainly not one forged by the Yellow Dragon—it only resembled it in appearance.
The moment the magic sword appeared, the Yellow Dragon knew it.
However, the Yellow Dragon became interested in the creator of this magic sword, as it was quite impressive compared to some of the weapons in the Hengyuan Continent.
On the Hengyuan Continent, weapons were naturally crafted by human hands, unlike the Yellow Dragon, which used the Five Pits Divine Cauldron to forge them.
“Everyone, be quiet!”
“Everyone, be quiet!”
The auctioneer shouted, and the crowd fell silent, all eyes fixed on the magic sword.
A magic sword, crafted by the Great Master Yellow Dragon!
In the crowd, all the dwarves’ eyes shone with fervor.
For the dwarves, who revered weapon crafting, the Yellow Dragon had become a godly master they worshipped blindly. Even after learning of his identity as a Huang, most dwarves stubbornly continued to regard him as their own people’s great master, believing it to be an immense honor for their clan.
When discussing the Yellow Dragon’s legendary deeds, the dwarves would say, “Our clan’s Great Master Yellow Dragon!” rather than just “Great Master Yellow Dragon!”
“Look, this is the latest magic sword created by the Great Master Yellow Dragon!” The auctioneer picked up the magic sword and swung it, its blade flashing as it split a piece of steel in two.
At this, all the dwarves in the crowd stood up in astonishment, staring at the sword.
Next, an old dwarf stepped forward from behind the auction stage.
Immediately, those who recognized him exclaimed in shock.
“Great Master Ed!”
“It’s Great Master Ed!”
Everyone looked at him with reverence; it was clear he held a high status.
After stepping forward, the old dwarf nodded proudly at the crowd below, then raised his hand, silencing the room.
“I, Ed, can prove that this magic sword indeed came from the Great Master Yellow Dragon!” Dwarf Ed said, pointing at the sword on the auction stage.
Now, those who still had doubts about the sword were completely convinced.
Ed was an elder of the dwarf clan, highly respected among them, and ranked among the top craftsmen in terms of weapon-making skills. His words carried as much weight as those of the clan leader, making them utterly trustworthy.

“Because when the Great Master Yellow Dragon forged this magic sword, I was right beside him.” Ed the dwarf’s words caused a storm of reaction; everyone present was astonished, filled with fervor at the mention of the Great Master Yellow Dragon. To have stood beside the Great Master Yellow Dragon and watched him craft a magic sword was an unparalleled honor! It was something they could only dream of! In the VIP room, Bog and Nat exchanged glances—what on earth was going on? Gusta was laughing heartily. Even Yellow Dragon found it amusing—this Ed dwarf really had thick skin. Yet soon, many in the crowd began to wonder: if Master Ed could observe the Great Master Yellow Dragon forging a magic sword, could it be that Master Ed and the Great Master Yellow Dragon were…? “That’s right. In fact, I am the designated disciple of the Great Master Yellow Dragon!” Ed’s next words confirmed the suspicions of many in the crowd. This only made the situation even more chaotic. Master Ed was actually the designated disciple of the Great Master Yellow Dragon! Yellow Dragon was speechless—what he thought was thick skin before now seemed to belong to a completely different realm. Yellow Dragon now seemed like the elder one! “Of course, this is not known to outsiders. It’s because he doesn’t want the world to know. So please keep it a secret,” Ed said, clearing his throat solemnly. All the dwarfs present nodded firmly. In the VIP room, Bog and Nat finally couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter. Keep it a secret? Was this even possible? Bog and Nat’s views of dwarfs changed. Rumors on the Continent of Eternal Yuan claimed that dwarfs were honest, loyal, and warm-hearted, but it seemed those claims weren’t entirely true. At least this Ed had nothing to do with honesty or loyalty. After stopping laughing, Nat said, “Master, do you think we should…?” Yellow Dragon understood what Nat meant. It was time to step in and teach Ed a lesson. Otherwise, if this continued, anyone might dare to exploit Yellow Dragon’s connections to do things that would harm his reputation. Ed glanced around the crowd satisfactorily, ready to start the auction of the magic sword, when suddenly, a voice appeared out of nowhere: “How come I can’t tell that this magic sword was forged by Yellow Dragon?” This sudden voice silenced the heated crowd instantly. Ed’s expression darkened as he shouted, “Who dares question a magic sword forged by the Great Master Yellow Dragon? Show yourself!” Everyone looked up, furious, following the sound. “Who is it? Show yourself!” “Come out right now!”

The crowd was furious. Who on earth had gone blind to dare desecrate the works of Master Huang Long?
Get out!
Get out of here!
Everyone shouted angrily.
Amidst the chorus of anger, the figures of Huang Long and the others gradually appeared in mid-air above the auction site.
They stood there, towering high!
The oppressive aura of the powerful beings from the Holy Land spread everywhere.
Almost instantly, everyone fell silent.
Complete silence.
“Powerful beings from the Holy Land!”
Feeling that terrifying pressure, the faces of the people present changed drastically.
Ed stood on the auction platform, his face turning pale.
It was actually a powerful being from the Holy Land!
This auction had only been advertised in the dwarven lands. He originally thought it wouldn’t attract anyone else’s attention, but who would have thought it would draw in powerful beings from the Holy Land!
Huang Long glanced at the crowd indifferently, reached out with both hands, took the magic sword on the auction platform, and flicked it. The sword shattered into countless pieces with a ringing sound.
Everyone at the scene was stunned by what they saw.
The magic sword crafted by Master Huang Long had broken!
An eerie atmosphere filled the auction hall.
“The magic sword made by Huang Long is said to be stronger than meteoric iron. Could this really be one of his creations?” Huang Long stared intently at Ed on the auction platform.
Ed’s face was deathly pale as he took a step back, sweating profusely. Huang Long’s words echoed in his mind.
Standing there, Ed felt the skeptical looks from the crowd below as if sharp blades scraping against his face.
“That’s impossible! It’s you! You must be behind this!” After a while, Ed shouted, glaring angrily at Huang Long.
“Don’t believe him! Who said the magic sword made by Master Huang Long is stronger than meteoric iron?”
“He may be a powerful being from the Holy Land, but does that mean he can act recklessly and bully the weak? Can he just break the magic sword crafted by our Master Huang Long?”
“What do you all think?”
Ed shouted in a feeble but forceful tone.
And it worked.
Indeed, there was no legend on the Continent of Hengyuan stating that the magic swords made by Master Huang Long were stronger than meteoric iron—only legends about the materials used in their creation and the combat power they conferred.
After Ed spoke, the people at the auction began to stir, and gradually, many started discussing the matter. Ed was a respected elder in their tribe, and compared to the words of the mysterious powerful being from the Holy Land, they preferred to believe Ed.
So, many followed Ed’s lead and began accusing Huang Long.

However, some were too intimidated by the pressure of the powerful beings in the Holy Land, such as Huang Long, to speak up, but they all glared at Huang Long and his group with hatred. Only a very small number still doubted Ed. Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky, causing the earth to tremble. Amidst Ed and the others’ terrified expressions, the mountain-like body of the Sky Blue Python Ox appeared, with elements of wind, water, and darkness raging around it. “A dark magical beast from the Holy Land—the Sky Blue Python Ox!” In the midst of panic, someone finally recognized the origin of the ox in the air. The Sky Blue Python Ox, a dark magical beast from the Holy Land! Everyone was stunned, then turned their gaze toward the figure sitting on the Sky Blue Python Ox. Could it be? “Master Blacksmith Huang Long?!” Some dwarf was the first to shout it out. Everyone on the Continent of Hengyuan knew that Huang Long’s mount was the Sky Blue Python Ox. Immediately, everyone stood up, their expressions toward Huang Long gradually changing. “It’s Master Blacksmith Huang Long!” “Master Blacksmith Huang Long!” Everyone started shouting in excitement. Some even knelt down, looking at Huang Long with admiration, crying wildly. Master Blacksmith Huang Long! They had actually seen him! The scene was filled with frenzy. With continuous shouts, the dwarves expressed their admiration for their beloved Master Blacksmith Huang Long in the most direct way possible. Bog, Nat, and Gusta were shocked by what they saw. Especially Gusta, looking at the dwarves kneeling on the ground, swallowed hard—this was utterly insane. Even though Huang Long was now famous throughout the Continent of Hengyuan, there was no need for such exaggeration. This was no longer mere admiration; it was as if they regarded Huang Long as a god. Although Bog and Nat had been with Huang Long for some time, this was the first time they had witnessed such a scene. They hadn’t expected their master to have such an influence among the dwarves. In fact, nine years ago, when Huang Long entrusted the George family to auction the first magic sword, it had already sparked a wave of frenzy among the dwarves, a fervor that had persisted over the past nine years. During those nine years, before Huang Long revealed his identity, the dwarves, believing rumors, had always considered the creator of the magic sword to be their own master blacksmith! With the deliberate promotion by the dwarf chieftain and elders, the dwarves had come to regard that mysterious master blacksmith as their “god.” So, even after Huang Long revealed his identity, the dwarves still saw him as their own master blacksmith!

And the dwarves who regarded the Yellow Dragon as their clan’s divine master craftsman spread tales of the Yellow Dragon’s legendary deeds over the past few months everywhere. The Divine Master Craftsman Yellow Dragon had become a spiritual symbol for the dwarf race! Looking down at the dwarves in the auction hall, the Yellow Dragon hadn’t expected such a situation to arise. It reminded him of the scene in his past life when the Three Pure Ones appeared and all beings in the world bowed in worship.