Chapter 545
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"It's said that humans are a race of insatiable greed. Sure enough, it's true." The Fire Phoenix's mocking voice suddenly rang out in Long Bufan's mind. There was a hint of surprise in her words. "Kid, your luck is pretty good. You actually managed to obtain Wu Kuang's inheritance. You should be content."
Hearing this, Long Bufan grinned and said, "That's true. What will come will come. Let nature take its course."
It was already late at night. Long Bufan glanced at the ten Phantom Doppelgangers who were still trying hard to memorize alchemy knowledge. He couldn't help but yawn and find a comfortable position to lie down on his bed.
He had spent the past few days constantly on the move. Today, he had memorized alchemy knowledge for sixteen hours. Therefore, as soon as he lay down, he was mentally and physically exhausted. He immediately fell into a deep sleep.
This time, Long Bufan slept very soundly. He dreamed that he had returned to the army in his previous life. He and his comrades faced a hail of bullets and fought side by side to protect their home and country.
However, when he woke up the next day, his home was no longer this home, and his country was no longer this country.
The past flashed past one by one, and in the end, it all ended with a sigh.
The gap between the dream and reality made Long Bufan's heart feel a little sad. However, when the faces of Lin Shuang 'er, Big Fatty Zhu, Raymond, Long Bufan, Lin Yan … and the others appeared in his mind, as well as the Ling Xuanwu Province that he had lived in for more than ten years. Only then did Long Bufan's mood gradually become better.
Although he was in a different world, Ling Xuanwu Province was like Long Bufan's home. The seniors and juniors in the sect were like his family. The sect was the home that he had to protect now.
Before leaving the dormitory, Long Bufan left tens of thousands of Primal Crystal Stones in the dormitory for the Phantom Doppelgangers to replenish their energy. Now, Primal Crystal Stones were just numbers to him.
After a casual breakfast, Long Bufan walked out of the dormitory area and headed straight for the Weapon Forging Pavilion.
The Weapon Refining Pavilion was located in the Northern Hall of the sect. The entire pavilion was constructed from Mysterious Metal Essence and was completely pitch-black. As he approached the Weapon Refining Pavilion, Long Bufan could already hear an endless stream of heavy knocking sounds.
"Hiss —!"
When Long Bufan stepped into the pavilion, a wave of heat immediately hit him in the face. Because the Refining Pavilion needed to smelt metal for a long time, it required high temperature flames to refine, so the entire Refining Pavilion was shrouded in a fiery red color.
It was winter outside, while it was scorching hot inside. Long Bufan's body experienced the feeling of ice and fire in a few breaths of time. It was extremely refreshing.
The interior of the Weapon Refining Pavilion was very large, and there were no less than five furnaces smelting metal. Moreover, there were seven or eight disciples of the Weapon Refining Pavilion in charge of each furnace. At this moment, each of them was holding a large iron hammer in their hands, and they were sweating profusely as they faced one weapon after another, completely ignoring Long Bufan who had arrived.
After inquiring a few times with the Weapon Refining Pavilion disciples, Long Bufan finally found the most skilled Weapon Refiner in the Weapon Refining Pavilion. It was a bald old man with a sturdy figure.
"What do you want to forge? If it's just ordinary forging materials, you can just choose a weapon from the Weapon Refining Pavilion and exchange it for sect contribution points. It'll save you the trouble. " The bald old man picked at his nose and lazily asked. There was a trace of contempt in his tone. With regards to Long Bufan, who was wearing the uniform of an Outer Hall disciple, he obviously did not think that a shabby Outer Hall disciple could take out any precious ores.
Long Bufan did not mind. With a flip of his hand, he took out the Devouring Spirit Evil Sword from his storage bag. The black tip emitted an icy luster, faintly causing the high temperature of the Weapon Refining Pavilion to drop by a few degrees.
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