High Martial: I Use Everything as Swords

Chapter 270: Chapter 222: Obtaining the Artifact Refining Skill

Within seconds, the hard alloy began to soften, its surface glowing a dim red before turning into a blinding, bright white liquid.

"This is it."

Han Feng’s eyes narrowed as the Divine Sense within his Sea of Consciousness surged forth without reservation.

In the past, Artifact Refining relied on molds.

You would first melt the metal into a liquid, pour it into a mold, and let it cool and solidify.

But the items made that way were just lifeless objects.

True Artifact Refining required one to infuse their Sword Essence and intended Runes into the material while it was still in a liquid state.

"Rise!"

Han Feng let out a low cry.

Inside the furnace chamber, the blob of bright white liquid metal didn’t flow to the bottom as it normally would.

Instead, drawn by an invisible force, it slowly levitated in mid-air.

If an outsider were here, they would have assumed the anti-gravity system was malfunctioning.

But in Han Feng’s [Spiritual Vision], the liquid was being enveloped and pierced by countless fine Spiritual Threads.

’Purge.’

With a thought,

The liquid metal trembled violently, and a few drops of grayish-black impurities were forcefully flung out, landing in the slag trough at the bottom.

The remaining liquid became even more crystal clear.

’Shape.’

This was the most difficult step.

The veins on Han Feng’s forehead bulged slightly.

He used his Spiritual Power to control the liquid, stretching and flattening it in mid-air.

Slowly, the rough shape of a dagger began to emerge.

’Inscribe the runes!’

This was the final and most crucial step.

Han Feng mobilized the Sword Essence in his body, sending it through the channel of his Divine Sense and forcibly plunging it into the searing hot liquid.

He had to construct a [Solid] Rune Array within the metal before its atoms cooled and set.

HISS—

The moment the first stream of Sword Essence entered, the high temperature triggered a violent energy reaction.

The liquid’s surface erupted in a shower of sparks.

Failure.

’The energy output was too intense. I need to be gentler.’

Han Feng wasn’t discouraged.

This was the advantage of technological Artifact Refining.

As long as the power stayed on, the metal would remain in a liquid state, giving him countless chances for trial and error.

It was far more convenient than traditional Artifact Refining.

The second time, the third time... the seventeenth time.

Attempt after attempt, he explored and experimented.

Han Feng’s face had grown pale, a sign of immense Spiritual Power consumption.

But the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He had found the frequency.

The frequency where the vibration of the metal atoms resonated with the input of his Sword Essence.

"Solidify!"

As the final rune node closed,

Han Feng abruptly cut the power to the Arc Furnace.

At the same time, he activated the rapid cooling system.

HISS—

A large amount of liquid nitrogen sprayed into the furnace chamber.

White mist billowed up.

When the mist dissipated,

A silvery-gray dagger, its surface showing no signs of artificial polishing yet as smooth as a mirror, floated silently in mid-air.

It had no hilt, just a single, streamlined form.

But in Han Feng’s Perception, the molecules inside the small blade were perfectly aligned, and the [Solid] Rune was flawlessly integrated into every crystal lattice.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have successfully refined a Tier One Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact (Pseudo).]

[Skill Learned: Artifact Refining·Entry Level (1/100)]

Success!

Han Feng was ecstatic.

’Even though it’s only a "pseudo" Magical Artifact, this proves I’m on the right path!’

Just then, the laboratory door opened.

Zhao Yu walked in with a cup of coffee, muttering,

"What was going on just now?

The monitoring system showed a pretty big fluctuation in the furnace’s energy consumption. Don’t tell me you..."

His voice came to an abrupt halt.

CLATTER.

The coffee cup in his hand fell to the floor, splashing brown liquid everywhere.

But Zhao Yu didn’t even notice.

He stared as if he’d seen a ghost, his eyes fixed on the observation window.

There, a small, unsupported blade was defying the laws of gravity, floating silently in mid-air.