Free Web NovelElder Zeng and Han He had seen many Hundred Refinements longswords made of iron essence; it was not a rare thing, but what surprised them about this sword was neither its form nor its material.
It was the forging method.
"The texture is so even and dense."
"The layered and undulating forging patterns are also so beautiful, like water ripples converging in one direction..."
Ding—
Elder Zeng reached out a finger and flicked it gently, and the longsword rang out with a clear, melodious hum.
"Good, excellent! This is definitely a Sharp Weapon, and a High Grade one at that."
"To achieve such results on a first-time weapon casting, this old man... has never seen it in his life!"
Elder Zeng was not lacking in famous swords, but looking at this High Grade iron essence Sharp Weapon, his eyes were full of adoration.
"Give it to me."
Elder Han He took the sword and examined it carefully, occasionally letting out sounds of admiration.
Hmm, good, this weapon has been infused with Soul.
Every inch contains painstaking effort; that kid really achieved ten forges in one breath! And he did even better than he imagined.
"It seems you took this old man's words to heart."
"Hmph, if not for my Five Elements smelting method, how could iron essence be tempered and quenched five times?"
Elder Zeng raised his chin and emphasized.
The strengths of both their techniques were perfectly fused in this kid.
The two old men exchanged glances, seemingly knowing what the other wanted to say.
This kid was young after all; giving him full marks might make him arrogant.
Moreover, this sword had not reached its most perfect state. freёwebnovel.com
At the very least, there was still a gap compared to what the two of them could forge.
"Theoretically, iron essence can be forged into a famous weapon, but the sword you first forged is a High Grade Sharp Weapon."
"There are still a few places where you are lacking."
"I'm all ears."
Li Mo put down his hammer and listened carefully.
These were the life experiences of seasoned craftsmen, which could only be accumulated over time, not through martial arts, and Martial Arts Comprehension might not even be able to deduce them.
"Firstly, your understanding of 'sword implements' is still insufficient; the techniques and emphasis for various types of weapons are not all the same during forging..."
Elder Han He and Elder Zeng began to comment, one after another.
Finally.
Elder Zeng concluded:
"There's one more point, and this can't be blamed on you, but rather on the Materials used for quenching."
"This quenching oil was {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} used multiple times in a short period, causing the oil temperature to become too high, so the last quenching did not achieve the desired effect. Otherwise, the quality of this iron essence sword would have had a chance to improve further."
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo?"
At this moment, Elder Zeng noticed that Xiao Li the blacksmith was a little distracted, so he waved his hand in front of him.
Li Mo's eyes were a little dizzy, and his whole body felt swollen:
"It seems it's not just the sword that can't cool down."
"Hmm?"
"It's me too."
"Huh??? Hiss..."
Elder Han He poked Li Mo's shoulder and found that his body was as hot as a red-hot branding iron. It was just that the temperature of the fire vein was already high, and they hadn't noticed until now...
"Holy moly, how is this kid like a freshly cast iron blank?"
"Is he refining weapons or refining himself?"
Saying he was refining himself wasn't entirely unreasonable.
Divine Treasure Hundred Refinements was originally meant to temper oneself along with the weapon...
"No, this can't go on..."
A Grandmaster craftsman and a forging Grandmaster, after a long silence with solemn expressions, reached a consensus.
They had to 'quench' Xiao Li.
So...
The two old men lifted the novice blacksmith Xiao Li, one in front and one behind.
Plop—
He was thrown into the extreme yang part of the fire vein, into the cold pool that was beginning to transform into extreme yin.
"Oh crap, Xiao Mo seems to have sunk!" Elder Zeng leaned back slightly.
If he stayed in there too long, he might not even have a single hair left.
Elder Han He was anxious: "Quick, pull him out! Aren't you good at slacking off? Hurry up and pull him out!"
Elder Zeng's beard bristled and his eyes widened: "Nonsense! This old man calls that taking a break from work. The one who's best at slacking off is clearly you!"
"Every time you go fishing, you come back empty-handed, then you jump into the water to grab them and pretend you caught them yourself, shameless!"
Clearly.
Neither of the old men had much experience with this very new method of quenching.
......
In the evening, early spring was slightly cold, and the dry leaves of the large banyan tree in the courtyard rustled, the chill transforming from physical damage to magical damage, seeping out from the bones.
At this hour, the Autumn Water Pavilion was unusually devoid of cooking smoke, appearing even more desolate.
Because Chef Li was probably ill.
When Elder Han He carried him back, he was stiff. Now he was wrapped in a blanket, sitting there shivering with dull eyes, his eyebrows even frosted over.
Meanwhile, Huanshen Sect Leader Qin and Shang Wu were gathered around him, full of suspicion.
"Yesterday he was full of fire, like he was burning up, so how did he turn into an ice pop today?"
"I don't know either."
Li Mo was also a bit confused.
He only remembered that after using Divine Treasure Hundred Refinements to temper his Physical Body and forge a Sharp Weapon longsword, his vision went black and he fainted.
It should have been... fainting from too much internal heat?
But why was his whole body covered in ice now?
And not only was his whole body frosty, but he also felt like there was a ball of fire burning inside him.
If he said he was a 'cold on the outside, hot on the inside' young man now, no one would be able to refute it...
"Wait for me a moment."
Shang Wu scratched her head, went into the room, and came back with a cup in her hand.
He could smell a slightly stimulating alcoholic scent from inside.
"Take this."
"Hmm? Is this some kind of medicinal wine...?"
Li Mo was startled and took it.
"No, wine tastes better when it's iced."
"?"
Sure enough, one couldn't count on Master to be reliable.
"Let me see."
Huanshen Sect Leader Qin Yuzhi's face was serious, as if she were very professional, she placed her hand on him, like an old Chinese doctor taking a pulse.
Then her brows slowly furrowed.
It was well known that Huanshen Sect Leader Qin was knowledgeable, and when Li Mo saw her frown, his heart couldn't help but tense up:
"What's wrong with me?"
"Hiss... Your symptoms are actually Extreme Yang giving rise to Extreme Yin!" Qin Yuzhi's eyes widened.
"!"
Li Mo shivered, unsure if it was from the cold or from fright.
Didn't she say yesterday that he was just a little overheated, and still far from it? freeweɓnøvel.com
How did he suddenly have Extreme Yang giving rise to Extreme Yin today?
"Just kidding, haha, were you scared?"
"So I'm not Extreme Yang giving rise to Extreme Yin?"
"Couldn't tell, because I don't know how to diagnose illnesses at all."
"...... This is such a rip-off!"
Li Mo's forehead was covered in black lines.
No wonder Qin Yuzhi had been asleep in the Yunmeng Underground Palace for so long and no one tried to wake her; it was hard to say that her followers didn't intentionally 'accidentally' leave her.
If either of you were even slightly reliable, you wouldn't be completely unreliable!
He felt that staying in the Autumn Water Pavilion any longer was like going to the hospital for a cold in his previous life.
Originally, there was nothing serious, but Qin Yuzhi and Shang Wu might just create something serious for him.
He took a deep breath, enduring his stiff body, and prepared to go to Dan Ding Peak to find Xue Lao to have a look. Although he didn't think he was very serious, and nothing major would happen for now.
He was just afraid that over time, something might actually go wrong.
But just then, a crisp sound of footsteps came from the stairs of the pavilion.
Li Mo's steps paused, and he looked back to see Han Xianzi's cold and ethereal face.
Ying Bing's first glance went to Xiao Li, and noticing his abnormal state, her normally otherworldly expression suddenly took on a hint of solemnity, her delicate brows furrowing deeply.
"Li Mo, come and sit down."
