Longzang

Chapter 883 The Great Wilderness Craftsman God
There were three rooms in the courtyard. The main room was right next to the rock wall, and one of the two side rooms was for Lie Sanyi and Zhengang, while the other served as a storeroom. After settling in, Wei Yuan planned to take a stroll through the market to see what was available and also to think about his next steps.

Wei Yuan took Hunter Trinity with him, leaving Zhen Gang behind to guard the house and also to make a plaque.

Since the power-wielding witch is so easily fooled, Wei Yuan decided to embark on the Path of the God of Crafts in the Desolate Realm, gather resources as soon as possible, improve his cultivation, and fight his way out of here.

The central area beneath the canopy was the heart of the market's commercial street, containing dozens of shops of varying sizes. Wei Yuan carefully observed that the largest and most luxurious shops sold advanced witch-hunting equipment and added sacrificial power to protective sun-defense gear.

Wei Yuan was very interested in the shop that added sacrificial power, so he and Lie Sanyi strolled inside.

The shop was large, but not much was inside. Shelves against the wall held sheets of cloth and several armor racks, each displaying ornate suits of armor designed to block out the sunlight.

The counter was very long, and behind it was only a lazy, large witch, with her head at one end of the counter and her tail draped over the other.

Upon seeing Lie Sanyi and Wei Yuan enter, the great shaman didn't even raise his eyelids and said, "If you want to replenish your sacrificial power, you must register first. Currently, the waiting list is for twenty days later."

Lie Sanyi hurriedly said, "This cover won't last me more than twenty days."

"Add more money," the shaman said sparingly.

As soon as Wei Yuan entered the shop, he sensed a strong sacrificial energy emanating from the backyard. There was no work being done at the moment. Wei Yuan said, "Since there's no work right now, could you do us a favor and replenish our sacrificial energy?"

The shaman sneered, "There's no work to do right now, but I'm not in the mood to work."

"You..." Wei Yuan was about to explode when Lie Sanyi quickly pulled him back and whispered, "This is the market owner's shop."

Wei Yuan snorted and didn't say anything more before being pulled out by Lie Sanyi.

After leaving the shop, Wei Yuan inquired and learned that this was the only shop in the entire market that could replenish sacrificial power. This high shaman always acted this way, working one day and resting two, and all the witch hunters dared not speak out against it.

Only the market owner could obtain the power of the sacrifices; no shaman could compete with him.

Wei Yuan quickly toured the entire market, getting a general idea of ​​the prices of various equipment and materials. Then he bought several hundred kilograms of scrap iron and iron sand and brought them back to his residence.

This kind of iron sand is everywhere, but it takes time to pick it out bit by bit, so the price is extremely low. After calculating, Wei Yuan found that even though his method of extracting iron sand by sedimentation was more than ten times more efficient than manual extraction, it was still not as cost-effective as buying iron sand directly.

It seems that many criminals, and even witch hunters, can only make a living by collecting iron sand, which drives the price down to an extremely low level.

Wei Yuan then purchased the necessary tools, such as a furnace, anvil, forging hammer, and knives, before returning to the courtyard. On his way back, seven or eight shamans followed him until they confirmed where Wei Yuan was staying, at which point they dispersed.

They all saw Wei Yuan buying blacksmith and craftsman's tools and knew that there was a new blacksmith in the market, so they all came to get acquainted with him.

Wei Yuan didn't care and started installing various tools. He also ordered Zhengang to hang up the signboard first thing tomorrow morning in preparation for opening.

On the second floor of the largest weapon shop in the market, an elderly witch was dozing off. Beside him, a young, beautiful witch was gently massaging his legs.

A young witch rushed in, and the little witch immediately withdrew her hand and stood aside. The young witch's face darkened at the sight.

The elder of the witch clan slowly opened his eyes and said coldly, "What's the panic? Who told you to go upstairs?"

The young apprentice quickly lowered his head and said, "Just now, another craftsman arrived at the market. It is said that he is also going to open a blacksmith shop."

The old man was clearly displeased: "I thought it was something serious, but it's just another blacksmith. Let him be. As long as he doesn't produce scrap steel, we don't need to pay him any attention. We'll talk to him when he does. Now get out!"

The young witch bowed her head and left the second floor. The old man grabbed the young witch's hand and placed it on his own body.

Wei Yuan worked for several hours and finally set up all the tools. Then he lit the furnace fire, put all the iron sand into the furnace and started to calcine it. When the furnace fire was at its strongest, Wei Yuan roared at the furnace, and the fire immediately rose higher and spewed out from the top of the furnace.

With a roar, the iron filings instantly changed from dark black to a faint red. After a moment, Wei Yuan let out another battle roar, this time imbued with several streams of energy. A thin red line shot out from his mouth, and the furnace fire instantly surged to a height of about ten feet, turning all the iron filings crimson red.

Two streets away, a member of the Wu clan strolled along the street, followed by seven or eight guards; he was clearly an important figure. Suddenly, he pricked up one ear, which was noticeably larger than that of a normal Wu clan member, and twitched as he listened intently. After a moment, he looked in the direction of Wei Yuan's courtyard and asked, "Has a new weapon refiner moved in there?"

One of the attendants replied, "Two witch hunters have moved in and bought the entire courtyard."

“Witch hunt? No, that howl I just heard was quite interesting. It was incredibly powerful; ordinary witch hunters don’t have that ability. You guys go keep an eye on it. If he’s a useful talent, we might have to try and recruit him.”

In the courtyard, after Wei Yuan roared three times, molten iron began to flow from the furnace. Lie Sanyi and Zhengang then poured the molten iron into molds, turning it into standard-sized iron ingots.

Wei Yuan picked up a newly cast iron ingot and examined its quality, quite satisfied. He had added three strands of his own energy to his final roar, resulting in a significant increase in the purity of the molten iron produced, thus eliminating the need for extensive forging.

The iron ingots that have just been cast are already of good quality; they can be used directly as money or to forge arrowheads. Forging is a primitive craft, so Wei Yuan taught the techniques to Lie Sanyi and Zhen Gang, instructing them to use their magical powers to forge rough arrowheads. He then returned to the main hall to rest and recuperate.

While claiming to be resting his mind, Wei Yuan had actually created a space using his divine sense, where over three hundred Wei Yuans were already handling different tasks. One hundred were analyzing all the information they received and studying the Desolate Realm environment, one hundred were optimizing the Desolate Realm weapon forging, and the remaining one hundred were analyzing action strategies.

This space is a complete illusion, and it is very simple inside. The surroundings are all emptiness. Each Wei Yuan only has a table and a chair. Occasionally, when a research is completed, it will be placed on the bookshelf and become a book.

There is currently only one bookshelf in the space, with just a dozen or so books on it.

However, most of the books were about optimizing weapon crafting in the Desolate Realm. These few research results were enough to make Wei Yuan act as if divinely aided, and he completely subdued Zhen Gang and Lie Sanyi.

After a short while, Zhen Gang and Lie Sanyi had completed the forging of most of the iron blanks, producing a total of two hundred rough arrowheads, and then came to respectfully invite Wei Yuan to make his move.

Next came the part where he was extremely skilled and proficient. This time, Wei Yuan didn't use a real steel hoof, but instead personally wielded the hammer.

At Wei Yuan's command, Hunter Sanyi placed the arrows, and the Wild Roar heated them up. Wei Yuan then swung the forging hammer, which was imbued with luck, and with one strike, sparks flew as the quality of the arrows was transformed. A large number of impurities were expelled, and the arrows jumped directly from rough to high-quality.

After Hunter San Yi roared, he roared again, and after that, Hunter San Yi roared once more. Meanwhile, Wei Yuan swung his hammer like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, two hundred arrows were completed, each one a masterpiece.

The reason for changing to creating ordinary arrows is that a single stroke of luck can upgrade an arrow from ordinary to high-quality, multiplying its value by three.

To transform rough iron into rough steel requires a thousand strands of luck, increasing its value by only about a hundredfold. In comparison, using the same amount of luck to forge an ordinary arrowhead yields significantly greater returns.

The entire process took less than two days. Only half a day had passed in the Desolate Realm when Wei Yuan transformed the iron sand, worth two hundred catties of desolate iron, into two hundred high-quality arrowheads, worth six hundred catties of desolate iron.

In other words, Wei Yuan earned enough to buy eight houses in the market in just one day. Having figured this out, Lie Sanyi, who had toiled for decades in the Desolate Realm without ever being able to afford a house, now revered Wei Yuan as if he were a god.

However, Hunter III's luck has been completely drained, and there are no new contributions to be made for the time being.

Adding the hundred catties of rough iron he had forged before coming here, this was Wei Yuan's starting capital in the market. After calculating the money on his hands, Wei Yuan summoned the fat shaman again and asked, "Are the courtyards on the left and right sides for sale?"

Seeing the neatly arranged, high-quality arrowheads on the table next to him, the fat shaman naturally no longer judged a shaman by his size. He bent over, his massive body folding repeatedly, until he was even a fraction shorter than Wei Yuan, who was sitting down, and said with a fawning smile, "They're for sale, of course."

Wei Yuan pointed to an arrow on the table and said, "Take as much as you need."

The fat shaman estimated the value of the arrows and took only forty, saying, "That's enough."

Wei Yuan then picked up three more arrows and handed them over, saying, "This is a reward for you."

The fat witch immediately fell to the ground: "Thank you, Master!"

Wei Yuan remained seated and said, "Do me another favor."

"What are your orders?"

"Help me tear down the walls on both sides of the courtyard, I want to connect them into one."

Fat Witch sprang up from the ground, and with a roar, he had already demolished the isolation wall, turning the three small courtyards into one large courtyard.

At this moment, Zhen Gang had already hung the plaque at the gate of the courtyard. A dozen or so witch hunters gathered outside the courtyard, looking up at the plaque, all with strange expressions on their faces.

Wei Yuan then realized he hadn't given himself a name from the Wu clan, and he'd forgotten to tell Zhen Gang what should be written on the plaque. Even now that the plaque was up, Wei Yuan still didn't know what was engraved on it.

At this moment, more and more shamans gathered outside the courtyard. Wei Yuan knew something was amiss, so he got up and left the courtyard. When he looked up, he was immediately stunned.

Inside the largest weapon-refining shop in the market, the young apprentice rushed up to the second floor once again, only to find the old man and the little witch entangled together, leaving him heartbroken.

"What is it now?!" the old witch roared.

The young apprentice stared at his toes, glancing furtively at the heartbreaking scene out of the corner of his eye, and said, "The new sorcerer has put up his sign."

"So what if it gets suspended? What's the big deal?"

The sign reads: "Great Wilderness Craftsman God".

(End of this chapter)