"Grandpa Lei Hong, don't peek …"
A rustling sound came from outside the stone door. Lin Muyu didn't need to look to know that Lei Hong was "guarding" her.
Lei Hong laughed without blushing, "You bought so much Darksteel. Are you going to forge a weapon? It's a pity that you don't even have a furnace. Do you want me to get someone to bring one back for you? "
"No need, just don't peek …"
"Alright, then focus on your cultivation!"
The footsteps faded away. Lei Hong had gone far away.
…
Lin Muyu put down the Darksteel and took out the Artifact Forging Cauldron with one hand. The cauldron was surrounded by golden Oracle Bone Inscriptions. This cauldron itself had been cultivated to the highest level. In this world, it was simply a treasure!
She weighed the Darksteel. The Empire's weapons were generally very heavy. Swords usually weighed between 10 to 20 kilograms. In the words of Zhang Wei and the others, "Weapons are not heavy, so it doesn't hurt to cut people." Presumably, with Zhang Wei's character, if he were to go to the modern world, he would probably carry a watermelon knife and cut people everywhere.
She chose a piece of Darksteel that weighed about 20 kilograms. With a casual toss, the Darksteel floated in the Artifact Forging Cauldron. After removing the impurities, there should be 15 kilograms left. A sword should be about 15 kilograms. After all, it wasn't some spear or saber with a long handle. Any one of them could be frighteningly heavy over a hundred kilograms!
She spat out her Innate Qi, and the flames in the Artifact Forging Cauldron began to quickly melt the Darksteel. The temperature was extremely high, and the speed of smelting was also very fast. In less than five minutes, the Darksteel had been melted into a pile of fiery red liquid. The liquid flowed slowly in the Artifact Forging Cauldron, controlled by an invisible force. Of course, the source of this force was Lin Muyu.
Innate Qi surged, and specks of starlight floated up from the liquid. Those were the parts that were produced by the intense burning of the impurities in the liquid. After smelting for about 10 minutes, the Darksteel's purity had reached at least 99.5%. This was already very difficult. Lin Muyu had carefully looked at the excellent weapons in the weapon shop. In fact, the Darksteel's purity was less than 90%.
Now that the smelting process was complete, it was time for the spirit stones!
Lin Muyu took out a spirit stone, it was a 700-year-old Bluestone Beast Spirit Stone. With a wave of her hand, the spirit stone fell into the core of the cauldron and was immediately engulfed by the raging flames. The process of refining spirit stones was very simple. The stronger one's strength, the faster the refining speed. Lin Muyu's strength was already very strong, it was at least far above that of a 700-year-old spirit beast.
But at the moment when the Spirit Stone was completely melted, there was a sudden "roar" and a green beast rushed out from the cauldron. It raised its sharp claws and pounced on Lin Muyu!
"Huh?!"
He was stunned and hurriedly summoned his martial spirit. The moment the Black Tortoise Shell appeared, the fierce beast's sharp claws surged on the Black Tortoise Shell. His chest was slightly hot, but he wasn't injured. Lin Muyu let out a low shout, and true energy came out of her body, directly blasting the fierce beast spirit into the crafting treasure cauldron.
"Roar roar … …"
Although the Bluestone Beast was roaring, its voice was getting smaller and smaller, and in the blink of an eye, it was annihilated in a pile of molten iron. The beast spirit was officially refined. Lin Muyu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his heart was filled with lingering fear. He didn't think that the refining process would be so dangerous. The beast spirit inside the spirit stone would actually counterattack the refiner, it was truly terrifying!
At this time, he couldn't help but worry about the next step of weapon forging. If that 9,000 year old Fire Flood Dragon beast spirit counterattacked, how would he be able to withstand it?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh. No wonder it was so difficult for the Divine Blacksmiths in this world to forge high-grade weapons. It turned out that there were so many requirements. Not only was there a requirement for blacksmiths, there was also a requirement for strength. It could be imagined that many Divine Blacksmiths had lost their lives to the beast spirit counterattack.
"Big Brother, what kind of sword do you need?" Lulu asked with a smile. She was now Lin Muyu's weapon forging assistant.
The Artifact Refining Cauldron quickly transformed into hundreds of sword shapes. These were all custom-made plans by Lulu. Lin Muyu casually glanced at them and chose a standard shape. Then, the Artifact Refining Cauldron's power surged, and an invisible force condensed into the shape of a sword. The molten iron along with the beast spirit slowly flowed into this invisible sword shape.
Lin Muyu slowly released his True Qi, and the Artifact Refining Cauldron instantly cooled down.
"Puchi!"
The standard shape of the long sword fell into the pool at the side, stirring up streams of steam. After nearly half a minute, Lin Muyu reached out and took the long sword out. Holding it in her hand, she only felt that the sword light was cold. She smiled and said, "I still don't know how to distinguish the grade of a weapon. Lulu, do you know how?"
The little elf puffed out her small chest and said with confidence, "Big Brother, this is a seventh grade spirit grade weapon. Your first work is of the spirit grade. Not bad!"
"En, that's good!"
Lin Muyu smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that as long as she cultivated hard, it wasn't impossible to become a generation of Divine Blacksmiths in this world. Even if she couldn't complete a divine weapon like "Star", at least a Mysterious grade weapon would be at her fingertips.
…
She continued to forge four more swords. Among them, three were seventh grade spirit grade, and one was sixth grade spirit grade. After all, the materials weren't good enough, but it was still not bad. These black iron were all legendary hundred year black iron. They couldn't be considered precious and could only be forged at this level.
Finally, it was time to reforge the Burning Prairie Sword!
She carefully placed the Burning Prairie Sword into the crafting cauldron. However, the Burning Prairie Sword was already a treasured sword, and it took a lot of effort to reforge it. After half an hour, the sword was finally melted. When the entire sword turned into a pile of molten iron, a low roar sounded, and as expected, the beast soul in the Burning Prairie Sword appeared!
Lin Muyu was prepared and smashed it with a heavy Demonic Sound Fist!
This way, the Burning Prairie Sword became a weapon without a soul. But it didn't matter, the Fire Dragon Spirit Stone was already prepared.
Closing her eyes, she carefully exhaled into the crafting cauldron to refine the impurities in the iron. Bits of fiery red starlight rose slowly and floated around the whole crafting cauldron before falling to the ground.
After adding in new black iron, Lin Muyu started to refine the cauldron. About an hour later, the fiery red molten iron condensed into a stream and flowed like a red ribbon in the cauldron. All the impurities had been removed and the purity was definitely above 99.8%. This was the best that Lin Muyu could achieve with her current cultivation.
She took a deep breath and took out the Fire Dragon Spirit Stone. The real dangerous adventure had just begun!
The Fiery Flood Dragon's spirit stone was abnormally stubborn. Just the refinement itself took nearly two hours. Just as the surface of the spirit stone was peeled off and melted, Lin Muyu, who was standing in the cauldron, quickly summoned her martial spirit. Dragon Scale Wall and Mystic Tortoise Shell were also activated!
"Roar!"
As expected, it still came. A Fire Dragon beast spirit pounced out from the spirit stone and opened its bloody mouth, directly smashing into the Mystic Tortoise Shell and the Dragon Scale Wall. Lin Muyu let out a low roar and waved her fists wildly. She even took out a freshly forged weapon and slashed at the beast spirit's strength. For a moment, strong winds blew in the crafting cauldron, and the roars of the beast spirit were endless!
After nearly half a minute of battle, the Fire Dragon beast spirit was slowly refined. Lin Muyu stood in the crafting cauldron, gasping for breath. There was a burning wound on her chest. The Fire Dragon beast spirit was truly not for show. Even inside the crafting cauldron, it was still able to launch such a fierce counterattack. It was too terrifying!
However, Lin Muyu was still very glad that she had survived. In this case, the grade of this sword would definitely not be too low!
… …
The Fire Dragon beast spirit sank into the molten iron, and there was a faint hissing sound!
Lin Muyu circulated her True Qi and continued to refine the sword. Furthermore, she chose a dignified long sword from the "sword model" that Lulu had given her as the mold. The molten iron slowly flowed into the mold. The entire process of remolding the sword only took a few minutes. When the crafting cauldron dissipated, a fiery red long sword floated in the air. Lin Muyu pushed with her palm, and a strong gust of wind sent the long sword into the pool.
"Pu!"
Intense steam rose up, evaporating more than half of the water in the pool!
When she carefully fished the Burning Prairie Sword out from the bottom of the pool, she had actually forgotten to carve a name for it. With no other choice, she raised her finger and spat out the True Dragon Yuan Fire. Just like that, she used her finger to write the two words "Burning Prairie" on the blade of the sword. The characters were vigorous and forceful, and it was written in the style of Wang Xi. Lin Muyu had been learning calligraphy from her father since she was young, and her calligraphy skills were absolutely outstanding among her peers. Now, she could finally put it to good use!
"Big Brother, congratulations, this is a Fifth Tier Profound Grade sword!" Lulu clapped her hands and said with a smile.
Lin Muyu was also very gratified.
The new Burning Prairie Sword was a little heavier than the original, and the scabbard was also not suitable for use.
Hugging the Burning Prairie Sword, he leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
The fatigue of weapon forging cultivation far exceeded that of refining medicine. After continuously forging a few long swords, he already felt as if the True Qi in his body had been sucked dry.
… …
When he woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. "Dong dong", there was a knock on the door.
"Lin Zhi, wake up." It was Deacon Ge Yang's voice.
Lin Muyu turned over and got up. After a night's sleep, her strength was full again. She hurriedly went to open the door and said with a smile, "Grandpa Ge Yang, isn't it my vacation now? What's the matter? "
Ge Yang squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "Yes, the Great Deacon is looking for you. Take your work from last night and go to the Saint Hall!"
"Eh … Okay …"
Although he did not know what it was, Lei Hong would not harm him.
After washing up a little, he carried the six swords and followed Ge Yang to the Saint Hall.
… …
Early in the morning, the instructors and sparring masters had already finished eating and started cultivating. The Saint Hall was very quiet.
"Ah-Yu!" Lei Hong said in a heartfelt manner.
But in Lin Muyu's eyes, his expression was no different from that of a request. She smiled and said, "Grandpa Lei Hong, if you have something to say, just say it!"
"Okay …"
Lei Hong smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, grandfather has been guarding your cultivation last night and saw that you forged some very good weapons, so … Cough cough, next, Deacon Ge Yang, you tell him …"
Ge Yang had a helpless look on his face, "Yu, what the Great Deacon means is … Although the Saint Hall has received financial support from the Empire, the weapons in our arsenal are actually third-rate goods. You have seen for yourself, the weapons of the instructors are often broken and damaged. In fact, they are all ordinary, superior weapons. There are no spirit grade weapons at all. So after seeing that you can forge spirit grade weapons, the Great Deacon is very pleased …"
Lin Muyu already saw through it and said with a smile, "So the two grandpas want to use the name of the Saint Hall to buy the swords I forged, right?"
"Yes!"
Ge Yang rubbed his hands and looked like a profiteer, "But we are a family, you have to give us an insider price …"
Lin Muyu, "…"
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