novelraw Chapter 413 - 150: Forged Soldiers Rivalry, Each Shows Their Brilliance
Chapter 413 - 150: Forged Soldiers Rivalry, Each Shows Their Brilliance
The fire is already burning, and then comes the intense forging, removing useless impurities, and adding the prepared various metals.
Judging by the mold, Master Gong is also forging a blade.
It seems... he is remotely competing with Li Yuan and Zhu Ban.
After all, the residual array Zhu Ban made for Peng Mi was also a blade.
A moment later...
The Spirit Embryo is formed as a long blade of ordinary design.
Master Gong raises his hammer with determination and begins to hammer rapidly.
He does not need to channel Yin Qi, for he knows... the Yin Qi will come on its own.
Ding ding ding!
Ding ding ding!
And at this moment, in the enveloping Yin Qi, this bit of Yang Qi seemed to form the eye of the storm.
Infinite Yin Qi rushed towards the weapon, like moths drawn to a flame...
Strands of Yin Qi pierced through Master Gong, even as Jing Ruyi beside him performed his art, to no avail.
These two seemed like a lone boat drifting in the perilous waves of the deep sea...
"The fire is too small!! Jing Ruyi!!"
Master Gong suddenly shouted urgently.
He had never seen such a situation.
The rapid cooling of the Spirit Embryo compressed his time for forging and listening to the Fetal Movement by more than half.
Forged Soldiers, a fleeting matter, and now... even this moment was gone.
"Jing Ruyi! Quick, quick!!"
Master Gong felt his limbs stiffening, his body freezing, yet he still roared in anger.
Jing Ruyi continued to flick blood.
Bang!
The fire exploded, the temperature rising slightly.
Master Gong swung his large hammer fiercely and frenziedly, his face wearing a fanatical smile.
Ding!!
Ding!!
Ding!!
"Source Blood, come!"
Master Gong suddenly shouted.
At this moment, he saw all sorts of strange patterns emerging on the blade.
Jing Ruyi grunted, drove out a large drop of Source Blood from his heart, and shot it straight into the Spirit Embryo.
Master Gong gasped for breath, but his hands did not tremble, his eyes did not waver, and he continued forging.
With each strike of the hammer, a faint green glow flickered within the blade, while the blade’s surface appeared rusted and covered in spots of pale green, like corpse spots...
This thing, by no means appeared as a residual array.
Yet, Master Gong knew, even if it wasn’t a residual array, it had surpassed any Spiritual Artifact he had forged before.
Suddenly, he began an urgent series of rapid, torrential hammer strikes, and amidst a series of bone-cracking "crack" sounds, skillfully tempered the blade, pressed the hilt, and threw it forth.
The series of actions was lightning fast.
And after completing it, Master Gong froze, his playful demeanor masked by a solemnity most sacred.
Jing Ruyi took the blade.
He was stunned.
What kind of blade was this?
So ugly... so ugly... so ugly...
Its color reminiscent of foul water, corpse spots of varying intensity floated on the blade, and the green glow within the blade that was supposed to ebb and flow was frozen, flickering, like the pupils of an evil ghost.
However, with a slight connection, its color drastically changed.
"This blade... Master Gong, this blade..."
But in his eyes, Master Gong was already sitting cross-legged, the fire in the furnace flickering out.
Master Gong suddenly burst into hearty laughter: "Jing Ruyi, ask Li Xiaozhi for me, is this blade a flourish?
Then ask that boy Zhu Ban, has Gong Lang ever lost to him by half a point? Ha... hahahaha..."
He laughed joyfully.
The laughter abruptly stopped.
His head dropped down, and the fingers clutching the hammer loosened.
The fire in the furnace... went out.
This perhaps was a forging never compliant with forging laws, evidently triggered some chain reaction, causing the Yin wind to rise here, and the unknown origin Yin Qi, dense as substance, wrapped around, layer upon layer covering the deceased Gong Lang and the furnace.
Jing Ruyi gripped the blade.
This blade, apparently also did not require ten months of human warmth, and could be used immediately.
With a complicated expression, he clutched the blade, deeply bowed towards Master Gong, already dead in the cold wind, and then leapt up swiftly, escaping outward.
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Early summer.
A galloping horse came from outside into the Divine Wood Hall, bringing news of the frontline defeat.
The cause of the defeat was simple, that the high-level forces of the Lotus Sect suddenly grew stronger.
Many Spiritual Artifacts appeared on the battlefield, undoubtedly thanks to Master Zhu’s work.
Besides, Peng Mi seemed to have broken into the Fourth Grade, suddenly reversing the situation and tearing open the frontline defenses.
Such news quickly spread among the Divine Wood Hall’s high levels.
Li Yuan in the secret chamber also knew of it.
He looked at Li Ping’an lying once more at his feet, again falling into some hesitation.
If the Five Elements Forces completely collapsed, then he wouldn’t have to hesitate, and could directly take his son and leave.
"Again!"
Lying on the ground, Li Ping’an, like an unyielding leopard, though his confidence had been shattered by Li Yuan time and again, could still stand up, laughing once more, wielding his blade, which inexplicably reminded Li Yuan of characters like the "Five Strongest Saints"...
"When will you win even once... at least force your father out of the circle."
Li Yuan glanced down at the small circle at his feet, then with a mocking look in his eyes glanced at the boy opposite.
But he knew, Li Ping’an couldn’t do it.
Li Ping’an’s stats were what they were and couldn’t create a miracle.
Because... he himself was the miracle.
The son, although possessing Innate Shadow Blood, was far too lacking compared to him.
"My secret skill is nearly complete, father... by then, I won’t lose... I won’t..." The boy stared with wide eyes, panting, like an untiring war machine.
This appearance was hardly that of a fourteen-year-old boy should have.
Li Yuan internally sighed with emotion.
As the possessor of the Innate Shadow Blood of the "Willow Return Technique," Li Ping’an was more heroic and spirited than anyone else; it was a disposition engraved in his bones and soul.