Magic Chef Of Ice And Fire

MCIF Chapter 6.2

Chapter 6.2 - Ice and Snow Goddess's Sigh

The black clothed elder said helplessly, "I've already aged. Even though skills become more exquisite with experience, my body's strength has already deteriorated. I no longer have the energy to gather good materials. What good works can I produce? Speaking of which, my most satisfying handiwork in this lifetime of mine is the knife that I had given to you. It was a knife that had been fused with magic. It's a pity I can only produce that kind of knife once in my lifetime. Since you're here, you might as well come and have a good look. I won't mind if you give your fat disciple one of the knives I have in stock." After saying that, he turned and walked into the room behind the desk.

Zha Ji and Nian Bing walked around the desk and followed the black clothed elder into the backroom. After entering through the door, Nian Bing felt light headed again. The Ice and Snow Goddess's stone seemed become more and more restless. Nian Bing was unable to bear the cold even though he trained in ice magic. Due to this, Nian Bing subconsciously rubbed the gem beside his chest.

Zha Ji complimented, "Such a strong killing intent, as expected from the world's best godly blacksmith."

The black clothed elder walked to the cabinet at the side of the room and opened it. "I'm left with only these seven knives. You can pick any of these knives. I'll charge you a hundred for it."

There were seven knives hanging inside the cabinet, all unsheathed They all had different styles. A dim glow radiated from the oil lamp into the area underneath it, which gave off a cold aura. The seven knives radiated subtle blue light aura around their edges. They appeared to be really old, but were in fact flawless under a discerning eye. Nian Bing focused greatly on the knife that was on the far left when the cabinet opened. This knife looked the least outstanding among the seven and was the shortest. Under the light of the lamp, it didn't radiate any light. The length of the knife was thirty six centimeters long and its handle measured twelve centimeters. It was entirely black and the flow of its body was streamlined and extremely elegant. The blade itself was straight, but the tip of the blade curved up a little. The blade was five centimeters wide and the back of the knife looked thick. The reason why Nian Bing was really attracted to it was because of the feeling that it gave off; a feeling as though this knife should be his. The Ice and Snow Goddess's stone shook violently as if calling out to something.

Nian Bing walked, as though he was in a trance, toward the cabinet. Just as Zha Ji wanted to stop him, the black clothed elder said, "It's his knife. Let him choose it himself. En, this child's knife attribute is actually not bad. He has already made his choice." Saying that, he suddenly gasped, as he saw Nian Bing reaching out to grasp the knife on the far left.

Zha Ji was clear that all seven knives had their pros and cons. Under the condition that the prices for all of them were the same, the key point was choosing the knife. As he saw that his disciple had actually picked the least outstanding knife, he scolded him in his heart. He turned and looked at the black clothed elder. He thought that this old friend would currently be sniggering at his misfortune, but when he saw the black clothed elder's expression, he was stunned. The black clothed elder had his eyes wide open as he looked at Nian Bing's hand. His lips were quivering, as though he wanted to say something but didn't know how to.

Nian Bing wasn't tall so he held the tip of the blade and flicked it to bring the hardly impressive short knife down. When the knife was in his hand, he suddenly felt a cool very soothing feeling, but in contrast, his internal magic power seemed to surge violently. He held the handle of the knife and looked at it in detail. There was only a rhombus shaped hole on the handle. Nian Bing could clearly feel that his ice magic had merged with the blade once he held the handle. The knife seemed to have become an extension of his left arm. The ice magic had naturally flowed into the knife without him willing it. A light blue ray instantly shone out from its blade.