He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 389 Are They Possessed?
In the blacksmith shop, many blacksmiths and apprentices packed up their things to eat and rest.

They were really tired these days. The Northwest Frontier Army needed too many weapons, and the Ordnance Department had dozens of horse-drawn carriages waiting to transport them early every morning.

Not to mention the blacksmith who was in charge of hammering, even the apprentice who was only in charge of lighting the fire was exhausted.

Fortunately, their salaries have increased a lot recently, which gives them more motivation.

"Master Yuan, are you still training?" someone greeted.

"Well, just a few more hammers and then we'll go back." Yuan Bingqi said without raising his head.

He has always been the most special one in the blacksmith camp, always practicing the Hundred Refining Method and doing nothing else.

Although I can't earn more money by making weapons like others, it doesn't matter.

Yuan Bingqi's family financial situation was already good, and now with the salary of a master chef, he had no shortage of food and drink, which made him more determined to hone his skills.

It's just that the Hundred Refining Method has reached a bottleneck recently. The speed of tempering is getting slower and slower, which makes him doubt whether the Hundred Refining level has reached its limit.

After all, this is just pig iron. It is rare in the world to be able to be forged into the fifth grade through the Hundred Refining Method.

The hammer struck a few more times, but the high-quality pig iron showed no change.

Yuan Bingqi shook his head, put down the hammer, and wiped the big beads of sweat from his forehead.

He exhaled heavily, staring at the piece of pig iron for a moment before starting to pack up his things.

After collecting all the things, Yuan Bingqi walked out of the blacksmith shop.

My arms got a chance to rest, but my heart felt heavy.

Could it be that my Hundred Refining Technique can only go so far?

Arriving at the blacksmith's shop, Yuan Bingqi subconsciously took a look inside.

Jiang Lin had already left, and all that could be seen was the Hengyu furnace with its ochre-colored flames rising and the Zhuri Bow emitting a dim light.

When he took the next step, Yuan Bingqi's body suddenly stopped moving.

He turned his head again and looked at the blacksmith shop in astonishment.

That heavy aura became extremely clear at this moment, attracting all his attention like a magic sound.

The direction of his toes slowly changed, and Yuan Bingqi walked into the blacksmith's shop, holding on to the wooden beams.

By the light of the Hengyu furnace, he saw the piece of pig iron placed on the anvil.

Walking slowly closer and looking at the nine-inch long and half-inch wide piece of pig iron, the heavy smell became more and more intense.

The fire flickered, illuminating the pig iron, and intricate patterns were faintly visible.

"This is……"

Yuan Bingqi's eyes widened slightly: "Hundred Refining Method?"

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to pick up the piece of pig iron, but even after grabbing it with both hands and using all his strength, he was unable to move it at all.

You have to know that this piece of pig iron was forged by Jiang Lin using a one-meter square piece of pig iron.

It looks small, but it's actually very heavy.

Not to mention Yuan Bingqi, even if a seventh or eighth-rank martial arts master came, he wouldn’t be able to lift it.

Yuan Bingqi did not try to pick it up again. He just bent down, moved closer, and stared at the pattern on it carefully.

The more he looked, the more frightened he became.

The five lit branches of the magical treasure tree proved that this was a piece of pig iron that was of the highest grade spiritual weapon.

And it itself, without any other material, is just iron.

The extremely complex patterns proved that its level of refinement had reached at least thousands.

Yuan Bingqi was so thirsty that his mouth was dry. The number of his hundred levels of refinement had now reached thousands.

But compared with this piece of pig iron, the quality difference is really too big.

However, Yuan Bingqi was not discouraged, instead his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Can it be improved to this level just by relying on pig iron and the Hundred Refining Method?"

"Even ordinary materials can be transformed into something magical in the hands of Lord Jiang!"

"The Hundred Refining Technique has no limit, it's just that I'm too weak!"

"This is the world's top Hundred Refining Method, far superior to mine by a thousand or ten thousand times!"

His fingertips slid slowly across the pig iron, Yuan Bingqi's face full of fanaticism, as if he was worshipping a holy object.

He found his faith.

Became a believer.

Jiang Lin had no idea that just because he wanted to create a strong enough Chaos Arrow, it would bring such a huge impact to Yuan Bingqi.

At this time, the two children had finished their meal.

"Go ask Xia Shanliu for some Eight Directions True Pills." Jiang Lin ordered.

"I'll go!" Song Ziyan immediately jumped off the stool and ran over.

Sheng Yingchun had no intention of competing with him, and just came over and asked, "Master, what are we going to learn next?"

Jiang Lin's voice was clear and his words were simple: "It makes light work of a heavy task."

Sheng Yingchun was stunned when she heard this. She understood what it meant to make light of a heavy task.

But what does this have to do with martial arts?
When he arrived at the alchemy area, Song Ziyan saw several old alchemists sitting there, so he called out, "Master Xia, my master asked me to get the Eight Directions True Pill."

They are all Jiang Lin's disciples, but the old alchemists are too old. Sheng Yingchun and Song Ziyan are too embarrassed to call them junior brothers and can only address them as alchemy masters.

Xia Shanliu pointed to the side and said, "It's all over there."

Song Ziyan ran over and opened a jar filled with Bafang Zhendan.

In the past, you had to rely on rewards to get a few pills, but now it has become very common here. With the skills of several old alchemists, it is too easy to refine this kind of primary pill. Song Ziyan didn't know how much to take, so he simply picked up the whole jar and looked over curiously.

I saw Xia Shanliu and others, each holding a round pill and looking at it very attentively.

They were so absorbed in watching that it seemed as if everything around them had nothing to do with them anymore.

Song Ziyan didn't know what was so good about a pill, so he just closed the lid and went back.

Xia Shanliu didn't care how many Eight Directions True Pills he took away. He just stared at the Nine-Pattern Pill in his hand, his eyes full of fanaticism.

"so perfect……"

Another old alchemist murmured nearby: "Endless mysteries are all in this elixir."

"If you can comprehend this elixir, you can expect great success..."

Originally, Jiang Lin just wanted to use a higher quality pill to send away the old alchemists so as not to delay his ironmaking work.

Who could have thought that they actually regarded the comprehension of this elixir as a big deal.

The various whispers coming out of the mouths of these old alchemists, combined with the dark environment, seemed a bit scary.

If you don’t know, you might think they are possessed by evil spirits.

Song Ziyan ran back quickly, and when he reached Jiang Lin, he put down the jar filled with Eight Directions True Pills.

"Master, I always feel that Master Xia Dan and the others are acting weird. Did they eat something wrong?" Song Ziyan asked.

"It shouldn't happen. After all, they are alchemists, how could they eat the wrong thing?" Jiang Lin didn't take it too seriously. After opening the lid, he picked up a few pills and took a look at them.

Most of them have three or four patterns, occasionally there are five patterns, and as for six patterns, there is only one in this bunch.

Jiang Lin handed the six-patterned pill to Sheng Yingchun, and gave Song Ziyan two five-patterned pills, saying, "Try the efficacy first."

The two children took the pills without any hesitation and put them directly into their mouths.

The medicinal power dissipated quickly, driving their cultivation to continue to grow.

Old Man Wei came over and said, "The medicine soup is ready."

"Wait until their cultivation is improved before going." Jiang Lin said.

The old gray donkey's loud braying could be heard not far away. Old Man Wei glanced at the remaining Bafang Zhendan beside him and said, "I'll take two."

Jiang Lin naturally didn't care. It was just a mere Eight Directions True Pill. It wouldn't matter even if Old Man Wei took a hundred of them.

When Old Man Wei said take two, that means two.

Holding the pills, he came to the donkey cart and looked at the old gray donkey with white air coming out of its nose. He walked up to it, stuffed two Eight Direction True Pills into the donkey's mouth, and then laughed and cursed.

"You beast, you know how to eat good food."

The old grey donkey has been having a good time lately, and Old Man Wei would come over to feed it a few of the Four-Directions Health-Preserving Pills whenever he had time.

The fur on its body looked increasingly shiny, and new, fine hair grew under its hooves.

His two eyes were bright and full of spirit.

This is not the first time that the old gray donkey has eaten the Eight Directions True Pill.

This kind of elixir that can improve martial arts skills is actually useful after taking it.

But there are no goblins in this world. Monsters and the like are all species that are born and raised naturally, not created through cultivation.

So the old gray donkey's aura gradually became stronger, but it was only very easy when pulling the donkey cart, and people didn't feel that there was any big change.

Only when I gradually understood what people said did I become interesting to many people.

Feeling the old gray donkey's breath leap forward again, Old Man Wei patted its body happily.

The old gray donkey lowered its head and nudged him affectionately, as if trying to please him.

Sheng Yingchun and Song Ziyan digested the effects of the medicine very quickly. They chopped pig iron every day and made their bodies very strong, much better than martial artists of the same level.

At this time, the cultivation of both of them had increased to the sixth level of martial arts.

Seeing that the aura showed signs of stopping growing, Jiang Lin grabbed a few five-patterned pills again and put them into the two people's mouths to continue to promote the progress of their cultivation.

This cramming method pushed the two of them to the pinnacle of martial arts in a very short period of time.

And the entire jar of medicine was almost completely consumed.

Only Jiang Lin would be willing to use so many elixirs to reach the peak of martial arts. If it were someone else, perhaps only a powerful clan with a deep foundation or the Daqian royal family could do this.

When Old Man Wei came back, the two children happened to open their eyes.

Their aura is powerful, but unstable.

The advantage of relying on elixirs to build up your cultivation level is that it is fast, but the disadvantage is that it is difficult to master such a huge amount of power in a short period of time, and it is also a huge burden on the body.

However, with Jiang Lin, an eighth-grade master in the Divine Martial Realm, here, even if the two children's meridians were stretched to the point of bursting, nothing would happen.

At this time, both of them were covered in blood.

The power of the elixir was too much for them to bear for a moment, and their blood vessels burst.

"Go make some medicinal soup." Jiang Lin said.

Song Ziyan and Sheng Yingchun immediately walked towards their respective rooms.

Old Man Wei followed Song Ziyan in without saying a word. Not long after, he heard the child gasping for air coming from inside the room.

"It hurts!"

In another room, Sheng Yingchun was also helped by Jiang Xiu into the wooden barrel.

He gritted his teeth and squatted down. Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain and his face turned pale.

Jiang Xiu looked distressed and complained, "Is your master crazy? Can't he just take it slow? Look how much he's tormented you!"

(End of this chapter)