New and dark light years

Chapter 137 Magical Weapon
Although it was night, Li Lin still closed the doors and windows, mainly because he didn't want outsiders to see what he was doing inside.

He relit the candles, then quickly spun the magical artifact left and right in front of them.

Sure enough... when it rotated rapidly clockwise, the scattered light spots underwent a noticeable change, no longer appearing chaotic.

However, a complete picture still couldn't be formed, probably because... either my hand speed wasn't fast enough, or the range of motion wasn't large enough.

But this didn't stump Li Lin.

He found a ruler, measured the dimensions of the magical artifact, and then drew a diagram of a hand-cranked gear.

A mounting bracket was made to hold the magical artifact in place, and three gears were used to accelerate its rotation speed.

He stayed up all night to finish drawing the blueprint.

He suppressed his excitement and went to work as usual.

Then he took the blueprints to the Bureau of Crafts.

He was greeted by the same craftsman who had sold him the alchemy furnace last time.

“Sir, this blueprint is quite difficult,” the craftsman said with difficulty. “It’s too rushed for you to make it in just one day. Making this kind of tooth-pulling wheel out of iron is extremely time-consuming.”

In fact, gears already existed in the previous dynasty, but they were called by different names. In this era, they are called "tooth-pulling heavenly wheel" and are usually used in large-scale instruments such as water-powered astronomical clock towers.

Li Lin asked, "How long will it take?"

"Three months."

"This little thing will take three months?" Li Lin was taken aback.

It's just three gears, a hand crank, and a fixed platform.

It'll take three months!
"The tooth-pulling wheel is made of iron, which is really difficult."

"Is there any way to speed it up?"

“If we use hardwood, it will be much faster; we can just carve it directly,” the craftsman hesitated for a moment before saying, “but it won’t be as durable.”

"How long will it take for the wooden one to be made?"

"It should be ready by tomorrow."

“Then let’s use wood.” Li Lin placed a silver ingot in the other party’s hand: “This is the deposit.”

"Too many, too many."

"Any extra can be considered a reward."

The craftsman immediately beamed with joy: "Thank you, County Magistrate, thank you very much."

Li Lin returned home, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, used the Rejuvenating Health Exercise to calm his mind, and then continued his practice.

After practicing the Lightning Strike Spell and having several bolts of lightning strike down, Li Yanjing ran out of the altar to investigate.

“Your lightning technique is already quite powerful,” Li Yanjing said with a smile after watching for a while. “However, it’s still not enough against more powerful charlatans or martial artists.”

"Too weak?"

"That's one aspect; another aspect is that the speed of the attack is too slow."

Li Lin agreed with this point, and he had been trying to find ways to avoid this weakness.

That's why the lightning strike talisman was invented.

Unfortunately, he recently discovered a drawback of the Lightning Strike Talisman: the power of the lightning spells it can store has an upper limit.

It can no longer keep up with Li Linleifa's growth rate.

This is due to the materials used in its production; there's a limit to the amount of lightning that ordinary lightning-struck wood can attract.

To increase the maximum power of the Lightning Strike spell, better materials must be used to craft it.

Or perhaps Li Lin's talismanic arts have developed new theories, enabling him to create high-level talismans using low-level materials.

"Although it's slow, every technique will have its place," Li Lin said with a smile.

The Lightning Strike Spell is indeed slow, but it's incredibly powerful.

The lightning magic used by an eighth-rank spirit hunter has an impact comparable to the power of a spell used by a sixth-rank spirit hunter.

Once he reaches the sixth rank, the power of his thunder magic will increase even further.

This is why he still practices the Lightning Strike Spell so diligently, even though it's slow to execute.

Li Yanjing rested her chin on her hand and said, "I don't understand lightning magic, but I know that all lightning magic can be enhanced or have its casting time reduced by magical artifacts."

Magic weapon?

Li Lin seemed to be deep in thought.

"You don't even have a magic weapon?" Li Yanjing found it somewhat amusing. "Really? Someone as powerful as you doesn't have a magic weapon? How did you practice your magic before?"

A good magical artifact can reduce the difficulty of casting spells.

Therefore, almost everyone who practices magic will have a magical artifact.

"But Su Huafang and Bai Zhiwei don't have any either."

"How do you know they don't have any?" Li Yanjing laughed. "They do have some, but they just don't use them usually because magical artifacts are very precious. Almost every powerful spirit hunter with some wealth will have a magical artifact. Whether they bought it, stole it, or inherited it from their ancestors, they will all have one."

Li Lin understood what Yan Jing meant.

Bai Zhiwei and the others have magical artifacts, but they only use them during practice.

Don't bring it out.

In case of an accident, the ritual implements can be kept at home so that the descendants can continue to use them and prevent them from being stolen by someone who has disturbed the body.

"Only those who know how to make ritual implements will carry them around all the time. Because they have many of them, they won't be heartbroken if they break or get stolen."

Li Lin said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do, I'm poor."

"How about we make a deal?" Li Yanjing floated to Li Lin's side and smiled as she sat next to him.

"Do you have a magical weapon?"

"Yes, although I can't use it, I've lived this long and I still have some savings."

"What do I want?"

"Five mouthfuls of your blood and qi."

Li Lin looked at her.

In Li Lin's view, this was practically giving him a magical artifact.

He was just wondering if he had enough vitality.

“Even five people think it’s too expensive.” Li Yanjing pursed her lips and said, “Then four people will do. I can’t lower the price any further.”

Li Lin calculated that there were still several days left before his next trip to Shangtikou Village to make offerings. He figured he could recover from the four doses of blood and energy he had been drained, so he nodded.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get it for you."

After saying that, Li Yanjing floated away. Li Lin practiced the Lightning Strike Spell for a while longer, until the yin energy in his body was almost completely depleted before he stopped.

At this moment, Li Yanjing returned.

She now held a black dagger in her hand.

"Here you go, this is a magical artifact that I have treasured for a long time."

Li Lin took it and found that the black parts were only the scabbard and hilt. He pulled out the short sword, and the blade was blood red.

“I snatched this magic artifact from a Taoist priest more than 30 years ago,” Li Yanjing said with a smile. “It’s very valuable, but I can’t use it, so I’ve kept it hidden away.”

"It seems you have a lot of money saved up."

Li Yanjing was initially quite pleased with herself, but then she sighed softly.

"It's all money I got by possessing women and exchanging their flesh; no matter how much it is, it's still dirty money."

Li Lin didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He could only change the subject: "What's the name of this magical artifact?"

"Shaguchu."

What is the origin of the name?

“There was once a great evil spirit called Sha. A Taoist priest found its remains from its previous life, mixed them with poisoned wine, and made a poisonous wine. He then carved a sword from a piece of dark wood and soaked it in the poisonous wine for nine years. The dark wood sword absorbed the yin energy of the poisonous wine and became a magical artifact. It is very suitable for spirit hunters to use.”

"Was that Taoist priest also a spirit hunter?"

"He is an evil cultivator."

It turned out to be the case.

At this moment, Li Lin had little Yin energy left in his body, but after obtaining the short sword, he felt a sense of connection with it.

He put the ritual implement into his sleeve, pressed it against his arm, and then performed the hand seal.

A bolt of lightning, both blue and red, struck the rock in front of them.

"Truly impressive," Li Lin said admiringly.

Using the magic tool really does save yin energy, and the casting speed is also a little faster. It is indeed a good tool for practicing magic.

"I wasn't lying to you, was I?" Li Yanjing smiled and moved closer. "So, what about your promise?"

Li Lin extended his palm.

Yan Jing excitedly grasped it, her face showing a look of 'hunger'.

Then she licked it.

Seeing how excited she was, Li Lin thought he was going to suffer a great loss. Although she said she would only take four puffs, she was definitely taking big gulps.

However, to Li Lin's surprise, Yan Jing only took small sips.

But with each puff, he would squint his eyes and savor the taste.

Therefore, taking four puffs also wasted some time.

"You're actually so restrained?" Li Lin asked in surprise.

Li Yanjing gently stroked her lips and smiled, "I can tell the difference between a full meal and a regular feast. If I really took big gulps, you definitely wouldn't do business with me anymore."

Li Lin raised an eyebrow. He felt that Li Yanjing seemed to be smarter and more self-disciplined than he had imagined.

No wonder he became a great ghost.

Li Lin began practicing short sword techniques again.

He 'threw' the previous short sword and started taking this magical short sword with him when he went out.

Unlike other spirit hunters who possess magical artifacts, he believed that weapons were meant to be 'used'.

It feels like a waste to keep it at home all the time.

Of course, this is a difference in personal beliefs, and it cannot be said that Bai Zhiwei and his group's ideas are wrong.

Time quickly passed and the next day arrived.

At dawn, the craftsman arrived with the hand-cranked gear machine.

After Li Lin paid the full amount for the production, he moved it into his study.

Then he summoned Huang Qing and Hong Luan.

Huang Qing watched as Li Lin closed the study door and the window, and then, blushing, said, "Are you kidding me? This is a study, and it's daytime... Don't be ridiculous."

Hongluan, on the other hand, looked on with anticipation.

"What are you thinking about!" Li Lin said helplessly, "This is important business, and it's very important. Only the three of us should know about it."

Seeing Li Lin's serious expression, Huang Qing immediately nodded in agreement.

Hongluan, on the other hand, looked disappointed.

Li Lin lit the candle and then took the magical artifact off the bookshelf.

They had both seen this thing before and knew how precious it was.

Li Lin fixed the magical artifact to the booth and said, "If any words or pictures appear on the wall later, you two try to write them down for me, understand?"

The two nodded repeatedly, and Huang Qing even went to the side to get paper and pen.

She is literate and can also paint in the traditional Chinese style.

Li Lin took a deep breath and then quickly turned the hand crank.

The gears drive the card holder to rotate rapidly.

The candlelight shone through the center of the black and white spheres, creating light spots on the wall.

And as the light spot rotates rapidly, a 'picture' gradually appears.

Both women were somewhat surprised to see this.

But the image is still very blurry.

“It looks like words…” Huang Qing said, “but it’s still not very clear.”

Li Lin increased the speed of the hand crank, using almost all his strength.

The hand-cranked gear machine rattled and clattered, looking as if it were about to fall apart.

The celestial artifact left only a blur on the VIP booth.

The black and white spheres appeared to turn into gray spheres as they spun rapidly.

At this moment, Hongluan exclaimed, "I can see it clearly now! It's words, so many words!"

Huang Qing was already taking notes quickly.

(End of this chapter)