The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 431 Mr. Shen, your fire spell is too powerful! (asking for monthly votes)

Shen Le was honest and ordered a large number of books, instructions, and operating manuals on refining equipment from the Special Affairs Bureau and studied hard.

After studying for a long time, I finally found a way to refine materials with dark aura into spiritual tools. There are probably several routes. One is to use more dark materials, such as blood, to soak:
Shen Le looked at the materials such as black dog blood, corpse blood, and poisonous blood, and silently crossed this out.

Are you kidding? Not to mention the process of getting them, which is likely to be accompanied by pain and death. Even if he could place an order to buy them, his studio couldn't stand such dirty things!
The second route is to place it in a place where yin energy is concentrated, such as a cemetery, deep in a cave, or in an underground river, to experience long-term condensation and scouring.

Shen Le read the instructions carefully and crossed this one out. This method would take too long, often as long as ten years.

If the Dragon King's water palace cannot make these boat nails strong enough, then we have to look for caves or underground rivers. Maybe they will have to soak them for thirty to fifty years?
Shen Le shook his head and focused his attention on the third route. The third route was the most efficient and could produce results in one or two days, but it was also the most difficult:
Use fire, yes, just like forging iron, soften the iron nails, then melt other materials into it and forge it into shape.

The difference is that this route uses a different kind of fire, Yin Fire...

"Phosphorus fire, corpse fire, ghost fire, netherworld fire, spring fire, seabed fire..."

Shen Le flipped through the various types of Yin Fire one by one. Needless to say, phosphorus fire was the fire that floated out from the bones in the cemetery;

Corpse fire is the fire of burning corpses, especially the corpse oil from old corpses, which burns best.
Will-o'-the-wisp is the flame that ghosts spit out after gathering all their life's strength...

In short, none of them are good things. However, only by using this kind of fire can the dark aura in the spiritual weapon be not damaged during the process of forging it...

So is it necessary to use Yin Fire?

Shen Le was a little unwilling to give up. He continued to flip through books and search for information. After five or six days of research, he finally confirmed one thing:
You don't have to use Yin Fire, but you must not use Yang Fire. If it is a spiritual fire without attributes, it should be possible if it is well controlled... should it?
So is there any technique that can be used to cultivate attributeless spiritual fire?
Shen Le searched hard, but could not find the key. The more powerful cultivation methods were all secrets of various sects. Not to mention whether you can get them, even if you can get them, you have to practice from the basics upwards;
The weaker technique, the technique that the Special Affairs Bureau opened for exchange, and the technique used to train operatives, seemed to be able to burn the skin, but it was still far from being able to melt steel...

and many more!

I remember that Tongpian gave me a talisman that can shoot fireballs!
Shen Le slapped his head vigorously. He had practiced all the talismans given by the copper piece, including flying skills and water-repelling skills, and he tried his best to make up for them one by one.

The only thing is that the teleportation talisman is too stressful, so I dare not practice it; and the fireball spell is really useless, so I am too lazy to practice it!

Alas, I am forced to make up lessons again!

Shen Le picked up a piece of iron in annoyance and put it into the smelting furnace. He closed his eyes, concentrated, stretched out his right hand, and aimed his palm at the iron, about one meter away.

Slowly mobilize the golden round bead in Dantian, let the talisman engraved on the round bead rise up, and gather strength——

call!
A small golden-red ball floated out from his palm, swaying and drifting towards the iron material. The ball was very small, and its diameter was estimated to be less than the width of Shen Le's thumb;

The speed of the floating was also extremely slow, less than one foot in one second. Shen Le could watch it without any pressure, following it with his eyes, as it slowly floated into the furnace and landed on the iron material.

Heat... it didn't seem like there was much heat. The golden bead fell onto the iron, rolled twice, and then slowly sank into the iron like the setting sun falling into the horizon.

Shen Le stared at the iron eagerly for a long time, but he didn't wait for it to melt or even turn red.
He stretched out his hand tentatively, approaching the iron. Ten centimeters, five centimeters, three centimeters, two centimeters...

He felt no heat radiating from the iron.

Not at all!
Shen Le hesitated for a moment, not daring to stretch his hand forward. He turned back to the mansion to find an alcohol thermometer and carefully pressed it on the iron block.

With a whoosh, the red line on the thermometer rose straight up and instantly broke through 90 degrees. Then, snap—

The thermometer is broken...

Well, this golden-red ball is still somewhat useful. As for not melting the iron, maybe the output is too weak?

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief. Well, at least the golden-red sphere he summoned still had some fire effect.

As for what its nature is, will it burn away the dark aura on the iron?

Shen Le picked out the iron material, picked up a boat nail, and stuffed it into the furnace. He calmed his breath, concentrated his mind, and once again activated the talisman to summon the fireball.

This time, while practicing Qigong, I prayed silently:
"Don't burn those things! Don't burn those things! This kind of fireball had better be attributeless and non-destructive!"

The second fireball trembled and fell towards the iron nail. Shen Le opened his eyes wide and stared at it without blinking. One centimeter, five millimeters, two millimeters, touching...

There was a slight hissing sound. A small ball of black gas emerged from the iron nail, swaying. Shen Le narrowed his eyes subconsciously:

The small ball of black gas was forced out of the iron nail by the flames, but it was not burned!
It did not explode immediately, cancel out the flames immediately, or disappear like boiling soup poured over snow.

On the contrary, Shen Le extended his mental power, gathered it to the side, and temporarily stuffed another boat nail into it, and it actually quieted down!

This is great! This flame can move the black air!

Shen Le was delighted. He condensed another fireball and threw it into the second nail, forcing out the black gas.

He picked up a boat nail that he had bought from outside and tried to draw the black air in. He tried once and failed. He tried again and failed again...

So, it turns out that only old objects can carry this power?
Shen Le pondered for a moment, turned on the smelting furnace, and began to add iron materials to the ship nails that had forced out black gas, and forged them vigorously.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, after a round of forging, he waited for the nails to slowly cool down before trying to draw back the black gas. He tried once, failed, tried again, and failed again.

Wait, why is it not working again?

Can't the ship nails that have been burned with ordinary flames withstand this kind of black gas?

Shen Le was silent for a long time, and then tried again. He summoned golden balls and threw them at the nails one by one until they were burned red.

Forge, forge again, forge repeatedly to form, complete annealing, introduce black gas...

This time it worked!

So, only the flames summoned by copper talismans and the boat nails forged by them can have the power to contain the black air?
If these are the ship nails purchased from outside, can they contain the black air? If they can, there is no need to forge them to death, just burn them one by one and move them one by one!

Shen Le thought of countless lazy ideas at once. However, after trying them one by one, none of them worked:
Only by using his own flame to forge it himself and watching the forging himself can he create an object that can contain the black air.

In addition, we purchase ship nails from outside; we purchase ship nails from outside and forge them with our own flames; we remove the black air from the old ship nails on the wooden boats and give them to others to forge...

Sorry, no matter what means he uses, he can't get what he wants. He can only work honestly!
"So now, the primary factor restricting my work is that I don't have enough flames?"

Shen Le struggled desperately for a whole day, and finally admitted this helpless fact. He activated the talisman once, and the golden round bead he spat out could only burn through one ship nail;
To forge a ship nail, it is necessary to burn through at least three times and temper three times;

Even with his inner strength pushed to its limit, he could only produce thirty round beads in a whole day. Tens of thousands of ship nails, at his current speed, he would have to fight until the end of time...

"Is my inner strength not enough? Or is my proficiency not enough?"

Shen Le was very hesitant. He worked hard for seven days in a row, but he only increased the number of nails hammered from ten to fifteen per day.

It didn't seem like he was lacking in power. He always felt like when he was practicing, something was rolling in his chest, and he wanted to spit it out, but couldn't...

"I feel like it's due to something else. Maybe if I put aside all my worries and release it with all my strength once, I can get it done?"

Shen Le looked at the table in which he had written seventeen or eighteen plans and then crossed them all out, and made up his mind silently.

He stood in front of the forge, concentrating his mind, practicing his internal energy, raising his arms flat in front of his chest, and clasping his hands together as if he was holding a ball.

The heat flowed through the meridians, and the talisman in the dantian gradually lit up, and finally condensed into a physical golden-red talisman between the palms. Then, the talisman expanded little by little, and became brighter little by little...

It turned into a ball as big as a bowl, and was separated by Shen Le and thrown into the furnace of the forging furnace!
boom! ! !
There was a loud bang. Shen Le was knocked back and hit the wall of the forging room. He was stunned for a while before he came to his senses.

In front of him, the heavy, solid hearth of the forge, which could withstand temperatures of several thousand degrees, had collapsed at some point, turning into a bright golden-red liquid that slowly flowed down;
The entire forge also took on a bright golden red color, softening and collapsing little by little...

"Mr. Shen? Mr. Shen!!!"

There was a knock on the door. Shen Le came to his senses, jumped out of the window, and then jumped out of the yard.

When he landed in the corridor, he saw seven or eight workers wearing helmets and holding various tools in their hands, looking at him nervously:
"Mr. Shen, are you okay? Do you need help?"

"I..." Shen Le opened his mouth and then slowly closed it. He turned around mechanically and pointed at the courtyard wall:

"I'm fine, but we might need to call a fire truck... Do you want to put up a ladder and take a look? Anyway, I don't know what to say..."

Without a ladder, several people formed a personal ladder and looked out. Then, when they looked at Shen Le, something was wrong:

"...Mr. Shen, what happened to you? How did you manage to burn the forge?!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket...

　　It’s the last three days, please give me a monthly ticket, meow meow meow…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)