Peng!
In the blink of an eye, Wang Chong didn't have much time to think. Stepping on the ground with his left leg, he executed the Stellar Wind Cloak and executed 'Dragon Submerging Abyss' together with the newly learned Dragon Bone Art.
In the past, Wang Chong wouldn't have been able to execute such an action. However, after reaching Origin Energy Tier 4, Wang Chong's senses and reaction speed had improved significantly.
Hu, a gust of wind brushed past him by a hair's breadth. In fact, Wang Chong could even feel the skin on his face being blown up and scrunched up.
The wind from the punch felt as though a blade had brushed past him, causing a stinging pain on his face.
"Little sister, what are you doing?"
Wang Chong was flustered and exasperated. He wasn't Yao Feng or those battle-hardened guards of the Yao Clan. If he were to be struck by that punch, he would be bedridden for at least half a month.
However, Wang Chong's words were meaningless.
"That shouldn't be! Given your strength, you shouldn't have been able to dodge my punch! "
Several zhang away, the Wang Family's little sister tilted her head and supported her waist with her hands. She maintained the posture of punching out as she muttered to herself. She didn't seem to hear Wang Chong's words at all.
"Brother, how did your reaction speed up so much?"
The Wang Family's little sister suddenly lifted her head and asked Wang Chong. She knew Wang Chong's cultivation. In that instant, Wang Chong's reaction speed was clearly much faster than before.
"This lass …"
Wang Chong found it both funny and infuriating. He couldn't vent his anger at all:
"Do you think that you're the only one who can improve? The King of Song gave me a Body Tempering Pill, so of course my strength will grow as well! "
"Oh, is that so! Boring! "
The Wang Family's little sister flung her hands. Soon, she lost her curiosity toward Wang Chong.
"You little girl, weren't you grounded by my mother? Why did you come to my place? "
Wang Chong said impatiently. Upon reaching Origin Energy Tier 4, not only would one's strength increase, one's mental state and reaction speed would also improve.
"Three days have passed. Why am I still in detention?"
Wang Xiao Yao glared at her brother in displeasure, pursed her lips, and left.
"Also, Youngster Wei, Fatty Wei came to our house. If he didn't say he had something to talk to you about, I wouldn't have come here! "
"What? Wei Hao is here!"
Wang Chong was overjoyed. Without another word, he turned around and left.
…
There was good news from Wei Hao.
Including the day at the Eight Gods Pavilion, Wei Hao had finally made use of his connections to gather the manpower required for Wang Chong's smelting of the Hyderabad ores.
"… My father wouldn't easily allow me to enter the family business. I hid it from my father and picked them out with great difficulty. Even though these twelve blacksmiths aren't the best, they are more than capable of accomplishing your task. Wang Chong, take a look. What do you think? Not bad, right? "
In the western suburbs of the capital, Wei Hao brought Wang Chong and his sister to a hidden cavern mine. He pointed to twelve muscular, bare-chested men with a gleeful look on his face.
Wang Chong took a glance. These twelve muscular men were as strong as steel towers. Furthermore, there were inch-thick calluses on their fingers. It was clear that they were blacksmithing experts.
Without a doubt, Wei Hao had taken up the task that he had entrusted to him.
"Not bad, I can do it!"
Wang Chong nodded his head and said seriously.
"Hehe, I knew it. We are brothers, so you can rest assured with me handling the matter! "
Gleeful, Wei Hao pointed at Wang Chong and bellowed:
"Hurry up and greet Young Master Chong!"
"Young Master Chong!"
The twelve bronze-skinned muscular men bowed at the same time. Their expressions were respectful and filled with awe. To be able to be addressed as brothers by their young master, this pair of brother and sister must have a powerful background as well.
"Wei Hao, I won't say too much. Thanks!"
Wang Chong patted Wei Hao's shoulders. He was overjoyed. 'Hyderabad ore' was an important part of his plan. With the help of the twelve blacksmiths from the Wei Residence, his plan was finally going to start. Wang Chong was filled with anticipation and nervousness at the same time.
There was too much profit to be made from WuZi Steel weapons. No one knew better than Wang Chong how much profit it could bring him.
Now that the Hyderabad ore had just appeared on the market, as long as he could lay down the foundation for it, wealth would come rolling in like a tidal wave.
After which, Wei Hao entrusted all of the matters to Wang Chong.
Wang Chong didn't stand on ceremony. He flung his sleeves and stepped forward. Hualala, a few pieces of black Hyderabad ore rolled out from his sleeves and landed on the ground.
"From now on, you will be split into four groups. I only have one request, and that is to keep the fire in the furnace burning for twenty-four hours a day! — — Now, let's start! "
Wang Chong said loudly.
Even though he looked young and was only fifteen years old, Wang Chong's prestige still lingered in his previous life when he led the armies of the world. His words carried an awe-inspiring authority.
"Yes, Young Master Chong!"
The crowd responded loudly.
Hong long, with a pull of the iron chain, the sluice gate opened, and a bright red stream of fire rumbled along the channel, immediately pouring down in torrents from above. Immediately after, the entire cave was filled with thick smoke. The twelve blacksmiths each pulled, and the Wei Residence's iron mine in this area was immediately like a precise machine that had been activated, rumbling as it operated.
Wang Chong might be knowledgeable, but this was the first time he had seen an iron mine smelting in this life. It was a unique experience for him.
"How high is the temperature of the fire in this channel?"
Looking at the crimson stream of fire pouring down from the gate, Wang Chong suddenly walked over and asked.
"2300 degrees!"
By the side of the channel, a forty-year-old blacksmith with tanned skin replied proudly. The stream of fire that poured down from the sluice was the underground magma that the Wei Clan had hired a Fengshui Master to explore and receive from the cracks in the ground.
The temperature of the lava flowing down from the gate was much higher than other smelting methods. In the entire capital, there weren't more than five underground lava flows like the Wei Clan's.
If not for his young master's request, under normal circumstances, this place would never be opened to outsiders.
"The temperature is too high, it has already dropped to 1500 degrees!"
Unexpectedly, Wang Chong frowned and waved his hands, issuing an order without any hesitation.
"Ah!"
The blacksmith was stunned for a moment. Unable to process the situation, he hurriedly argued:
"But Young Master Chong, this lava flow is extremely rare. Countless prestigious clans yearn for it but are unable to obtain it. Furthermore, the higher the temperature of the smelting, the better the effect! — — "
"Just do as I say!"
Wang Chong said with an unquestionable tone.
"This …"
The blacksmith was dumbfounded. Usually, the forging of swords and sabers was carried out at high temperatures. The higher the temperature, the better the effect. At the same time, the impurities in the sword would also be purified.
These were the most basic principles in the forging of swords and sabers.
This child known as Young Master Chong was clearly ignorant of such things! Others would be overjoyed to encounter such lava, but this person complained that the temperature was too high. He was at a loss for words.
"Stop dawdling, do as Young Master Chong says!"
Wei Hao said. He might not know much about smelting, but he knew that Wang Chong wouldn't speak without thinking. He must have his reasons for doing so.
"Sigh!"
Hearing those words, the middle-aged blacksmith could only sigh inside. He knew that these ores were probably going to be wasted. Even if they were to be forged, the effects wouldn't be too good.
However, these ores weren't his, so he didn't have to worry about it. Just that, he couldn't help but feel that it was a pity.
"Release the sand!"
The leader of the blacksmiths turned around and said to another blacksmith. Boom! At the top of the cavern, metal chains slid. In the next instant, a few massive metal pans tilted and a large amount of fine sand was poured into the channel.
Water couldn't be used to cool down the lava, only sand could be used. This was a technique created by the blacksmiths of the Central Plains, and it was superior to the smithing techniques of the Western Regions.
As the sand was poured into the channel, thick smoke rose into the air. Seeing that the lava flow had decreased significantly, Wang Chong nodded his head in satisfaction.
Wang Chong didn't know anything about smelting, but Wang Chong knew about the Hyderabad ores!
This type of ore was different from other ores. For other ores, the higher the temperature, the better. However, the temperature of Hyderabad ores couldn't exceed 1500 degrees.
Too high a temperature would result in the loss of carbon in the WuZi Steel and the destruction of the crystalline steel within. If the WuZi Steel were to reach such a temperature, it would be no different from ordinary pig iron!
In his previous life, many people didn't understand this secret. Coupled with the fact that the Abbasid Caliphate intentionally kept it a secret, many countries and regions ended up with a large number of defective products when forging WuZi Steel.
As a result, the quality of the WuZi Steel produced plummeted, and it was a waste of such a precious material.
As such, other than the Abbasid Caliphate and Charax Spasinu, there wasn't a single place that could forge a genuine WuZi Steel weapon!
Now that the Hyderabad ores had just been released, Wang Chong was certain that more than half of the Hyderabad ores that were sold would go to waste.
As long as he kept this secret, he would be able to maintain a huge advantage for a long period of time. At the very least, within a few years, he would be able to gain an advantage over the Abbasid Caliphate.
Furthermore, the Abbasid Caliphate happened to be his greatest competitor for the Hyderabad ores in Sindhu!
From the Hyderabad ores to the WuZi Steel weapon, there were still many secrets to be kept. Obtaining the ores didn't mean that one would be able to obtain the WuZi Steel weapon.
Unless absolutely necessary, Wang Chong wouldn't reveal a single one of these secrets!
"Hong long long!"
As the temperature of the lava in the channel dropped to 1500 degrees, the smelting of the Hyderabad ores officially began. These ores that came from the faraway Sindhu were placed into a furnace that was several zhang tall. Then, the lava in the channel started to pour down, and a loud rumbling sound echoed in the cavern.
…
Wang Chong didn't know that while he was secretly smelting the Hyderabad ores, on the other side, Yao Guang Yi had finally begun the final step of his plan.
"This will determine whether I can drive a wedge between the Song and Wang Clan!"
Yao Guang Yi's eyes lit up. Sitting on the back of his horse, his eyes shone with ambition.
There was no righteous war in the spring and autumn, and there was no mercy in the royal court. Even though his grand plan had been foiled by the Wang Clan siblings in the Vast Crane Pavilion, Yao Guang Yi still had another plan in mind.
As long as the plan at the borders were carried out according to his plans, the Song and Wang Clan would definitely fall out with each other.
As long as the King of Song fell, King Qi would be able to reign supreme in the royal court. With the backing of King Qi, the Yao Clan would be able to soar.
Even if the old master was no longer around, the Yao Clan would still be able to continue living a prosperous life.
This was the reason why the old master, as well as the reason why he had painstakingly arranged this plan to deal with the Wang Clan!
"Jya!"
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