This voice was extremely familiar to him—it was none other than Grace Bolton's loud voice.

"William Bolton the master has come to the village and is inspecting the weapons that Master forged. He might even perform spirit infusion on them right here. Are you coming or not?"

Grace Bolton hadn't come over; he was just shouting loudly near the entrance of the village.

It was no secret that Chad Brooks liked this quiet, abandoned blacksmith shop. Out of respect for his father and uncle, no one would come here to disturb his peace.

However, this announcement from Grace Bolton made him ecstatic.

"Of course I'm coming." Chad Brooks leapt three zhang high, turned his head excitedly, and said joyfully, "Miss Sullivan, how did you know that Master William Bolton would come here to infuse spirit into our weapons?"

Yvonne Sullivan's cherry lips trembled a few times before she finally managed to force a smile onto her face and said, "Because he's my uncle."

"Ah." Chad Brooks exclaimed in surprise, then immediately grew solemn and respectful: "So you're from a distinguished family—no wonder you know so much."

Yvonne Sullivan replied listlessly, "Didn't you want to see the spirit infusion? Why aren't you going?"

Chad Brooks nodded vigorously and said, "Let's go together."

Yvonne Sullivan curled her lips indifferently, and the two of them ran toward the village one after the other.

Moments later, they had already arrived inside the village.

At this time, the house where his uncle lived was already packed with people. Besides his uncle and his disciples, almost all the prominent figures in the village were present. With just one glance, Chad Brooks could see his own father squeezed into the crowd as well.

Surrounded by the crowd were two middle-aged men—one was his uncle David Brooks, and the other was, of course, the renowned Master William Bolton.

In his hand, he held a longsword—the very weapon that David Brooks had successfully forged that day and was extremely satisfied with.

After quietly observing for a while, William Bolton said in a deep voice, "This sword is excellent; it already meets the requirements for spirit infusion."

"Wow."

Although there were quite a few people below, when William Bolton was inspecting the longsword, everyone held their breath, not even daring to exhale.

Upon hearing his judgment, the crowd immediately erupted. Countless people cheered loudly, their faces glowing with excitement, as if they themselves had forged the weapon.

William Bolton's expression darkened slightly, and he let out a light snort.

David Brooks immediately restrained the joy on his face, clasped his fists repeatedly, and said, "Everyone, Master Bolton is about to infuse spirit into my weapon. Please do not disturb him during this process, so I must ask you all to step outside for now."

The crowd's voices immediately quieted down. Only then did they remember that there was a powerful spirit master here.

Although they were a bit reluctant, no one dared to go against David Brooks's words, let alone offend a spirit master to his face. They sighed and left the room unwillingly, even Brian Brooks was no exception.

Moments later, only David Brooks's disciples and Yvonne Sullivan remained in the room.

Everyone's gaze immediately fell on Yvonne Sullivan, especially the young men like Henry Brooks, whose eyes went slightly wide. They had never seen such a beautiful and enchanting girl, almost like a fairy, and naturally their hearts were stirred.

"And this young lady is...?" David Brooks asked in a deep voice.

"She is my niece, Yvonne Sullivan." William Bolton said calmly.

David Brooks quickly smiled and said, "So she's Master Bolton's junior—no wonder she's so outstanding."

William Bolton nodded slowly, though he was puzzled in his heart. This little girl hadn't said she would come today, so why did she suddenly show up on a whim? And who was the young man who came in with her?

Yvonne Sullivan faced everyone with a bright, open smile and said, "Yvonne greets Uncle Brooks."

David Brooks quickly replied, "No need, no need, Miss Sullivan, please dispense with the formalities."

He was quite pleased in his heart. William Bolton was a spirit master, whose status was far higher than his own. For him to personally come to Sanxia Village and agree to infuse spirit into his weapon was already quite a feat. Now, he had even brought Yvonne Sullivan along and allowed her to call him Uncle—this was truly an honor.

Yvonne Sullivan smiled gracefully and said, "Uncle, I also want to watch you infuse spirit into the weapon."

William Bolton couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's always good to watch a few more times." He said no more, and took out a black stone from his robe.

The moment he took out the stone, his face became solemn, as if what he held in his hand was not a lifeless stone, but a tender, fragile infant.

He gently moved the stone toward the longsword and placed it on the tip of the blade.

In this room, only four people understood that the spot on the sword tip was a crucial point in the spirit pattern, connecting what came before and after.

Other than those four, the rest had no idea of the mystery involved.

William Bolton took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and gently tapped the black stone.

Immediately, a surge of true energy spread out and entered the black stone.

"Wow..."

A sudden exclamation rang out, startling most of the people in the room.