Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 61: The Warrior's Hall's Treasure, Celestial Meteorite Iron, Boosts the Entire Team [Please Check In and Subscribe]

[This part might be a bit filler; the author isn't very good at writing. The main reason I built it was because I didn't have high-level equipment in the Warrior's Temple. Looking back now, it was such a hassle.]

Please forgive me, everyone QAQ

After settling everyone in, Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan returned to the Warrior's Temple.

Inside the Warrior's Temple vault is a meteorite from outer space, incredibly hard.

The spiritual energy conduction of this meteorite is comparable to that of refined gold, and its hardness surpasses that of refined gold.

However, no one has been confident in turning it into equipment, so it has been left idle in the treasure vault.

This time, Feng Yao plans to go back and find someone to cut it up and forge it into two pieces of equipment, using the dragon's teeth and scales from the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon.

Warrior's Temple.

"You're back?" Qiu Yonghao sat in his chair, squinting without looking up. "I heard you made a deal with the Demon God Emperor, exchanging two Demon God Pillars for the dragon teeth and scales of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon?"

Feng Yao nodded slightly, "Yes, I want to use dragon teeth and dragon scales, along with 'meteorite iron,' to make two pieces of equipment."

Wang Yuanyuan stood aside, quietly watching the two talk.

"Alright, come with me. Just so you know, you need to bring back some things for our Warriors Hall in the future."

"of course."

……

The stone door of the treasure vault opened with a sound, and Qiu Yonghao led Feng Yao to the meteorite. He ran his fingertip across the crater, which sparked a string of electric sparks: "This thing has been sitting in the temple for quite a while. Nobody wanted to take the risk. Since you want it, then go ahead and give it a try."

Feng Yao raised his hand and pressed it on the meteorite, and grayish-white flames seeped into the crevices like a spider web.

A few seconds later, the meteorite showed no signs of cracking.

“Tough enough!” Feng Yao nodded.

"You want to make armor for Wang Yuanyuan and use dragon teeth as weapons yourself?" Qiu Yonghao asked, stroking his beard.

Feng Yao nodded.

“Go call ‘Iron Hand’ Zhao Yan,” Qiu Yonghao tossed him a token engraved with gears.

"it is good."

Feng Yao clutched the token and turned to leave, but Qiu Yonghao suddenly called out to him: "By the way! Zhao Yan has a strange temper. If you want him to take action, you can use something other than the token."

After saying that, Qiu Yonghao patted Feng Yao on the shoulder, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "That old rascal, he just loves to come up with all sorts of weird and wonderful tests."

……

Soon, Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan followed the directions to the blacksmith's alley, where they could hear the deafening sound of hammering from afar.

In front of a dilapidated workshop, the words "Iron Hand" on the rusty sign were blurred, but the sparks coming from inside the door made the whole alley glow red.

Pushing open the door, a wave of heat, carrying the smell of burning metal, hits you. There you see a one-eyed old man swinging a giant hammer, smashing a fist-sized magic crystal into dust.

"Senior Zhao?" Feng Yao handed over the token. "Old Qiu asked me to..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Yan didn't even turn his head, and suddenly the hammer handle swept across.

Feng Yao dodged to the side, but saw the hammerhead graz his ear and smash into the ground, the sparks burning a deep pit in the blue brick.

"Want me to forge you? Take three of my moves first!" The old man grinned maliciously, and the surging heat around him suddenly transformed into crimson chains, coiling towards Feng Yao's throat like venomous snakes.

Instead of retreating, Feng Yao advanced, his gray-white flames condensing at the tip of his fist, and shattered the chains with a single punch.

The shattered sparks, upon landing, reformed into iron spikes, shooting forth from all directions.

He spun around and leaped into the air, the phantom of a white tiger appearing beneath his feet. The moment its sharp claws tore through the iron spike array, Zhao Yan had already raised his red-hot giant hammer and brought it down on his head.

"clang--!"

The giant hammer collided with Feng Yao's fists and claws, and the shockwave caused dust to fall from the workshop roof.

Eighth rank! The person before you is at least an eighth-rank Battle Emperor!
Feng Yao reached a conclusion in his mind.

Zhao Yan's eyes flashed with surprise, but while Feng Yao was distracted, he threw a refined dagger behind him.

There, Wang Yuanyuan was rushing in, carrying a shield.

"Watch out!" Feng Yao turned around instantly, blocking the dagger with his forearm. The dagger sliced ​​through the armor, and he grabbed Zhao Yan's wrist, grayish-white flames spreading along the old man's arm: "Senior, this move doesn't seem like you're testing my strength."

If you dare to play like this, I really wouldn't mind summoning the Roaring Tiger God for a spin!
Zhao Yan shook off Feng Yao, a smile flashing in his one eye: "Ruthless enough, and fast enough!"

"I did have a testing mindset just now. After all, I wasn't allowed to refine this stuff back then, but now it's been given to a greenhorn like you, so naturally I had to test it out."

"You've passed the test, so I'll take on the forging."

"How long will it take?" Feng Yao asked calmly, though even with that question, he wasn't ready to get over it anytime soon.

"About half a month. Put your things here." Zhao Yan pointed to the table, then added, "By the way, I can't guarantee that the forging will be successful, but you can rest assured that at the very least, it will be a scrap."

“Okay.” Feng Yao nodded, then placed the dragon scales and fangs of the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon on the table.

"I want a halberd and a suit of armor."

Zhao Yan was slightly surprised when he saw the items. "They are actually the scales and teeth of the Heaven-Defying Demonic Dragon. That's quite a lot, kid."

"If such a thing exists, then I'm much more confident."

"Then I'll leave it to you, senior."

…………

Time flies and two weeks have passed.

During this period, all members of the 21st Demon Hunter Squad, led by Feng Yao, have made significant progress.

First, he used the Holy Spirit Pill to enhance his spiritual power, and then, after being nourished by pills and various rare and precious herbs, his spiritual power was enhanced even more.

In the end, Wang Yuanyuan, Long Haochen, and Sheng Cai'er broke through to the sixth level.

Han Yu, Lin Xin, and Chen Ying'er have respectively reached: Level 9 of the 5th Rank, Level 8 of the 5th Rank, and Level 5 of the 5th Rank.

In fact, the 1,000 points of spiritual power from the Holy Spirit Pill could not be used for a breakthrough, so it was compressed considerably. However, since there was no shortage of merit points, it was added back to other things.

Of course, Feng Yao also made significant breakthroughs, reaching the second level of the seventh rank with a total spiritual power of 13,000.

Feng Yao looked around at the people sitting upright below with satisfaction. "Get ready, everyone. Yuan Yuan and I will go get our equipment and then we'll start the first mission."

"Yes, Commander!" the six replied in unison.

During this period, in order to prevent them from becoming arrogant due to the pills, Feng Yao personally gave them guidance once a day.

Aside from Wang Yuanyuan, who was already used to it, even the deputy commander Long Haochen and Sheng Cai'er were completely subdued.

Of course, Lin Xin and Chen Ying'er, being from the magic system, received different treatment.

“Very energetic.” Feng Yao nodded, then turned and left the villa with Wang Yuanyuan.

One minute after the two left, the five people in the villa breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"The commander is finally gone. We've been trained too hard these past few days!"

"Yes, it's absolutely devilish! It made us keep casting defensive spells, only to have them broken through."

"With Medicine Bro, you're not as miserable as me. I'm not only going to make McDull simulate it, but I'm also going to summon monsters to fight the leader!"

……

On the other side, Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan arrived at the "Iron Hand" workshop.

The two stepped forward and pushed open the wooden door.

Zhao Yan was staring at the quenching pool with his single eye, where two pieces of equipment were reflected in the water.

It was a halberd and a suit of armor.

The halberd's body was cast as if solidified moonlight, with golden threads flowing through its silvery meteorite iron base, refracting countless tiny prisms under the sunlight.

The halberd blade was forged from the fangs of a monstrous dragon, with magical runes interspersed among the dark gold teeth.

The other suit of armor was made of overlapping dragon scales, each scale radiating a glassy crimson glow, with silver threads forged from meteorite iron embedded in the gaps, like blood vessels.

The breastplate is inlaid with some kind of emblem, which is obviously a magical engraving. The shoulder armor is carved with the head of a roaring demonic dragon. The cloak on the back is made of dragon wing membrane, which looks like a crimson waterfall of flames when unfolded, with mysterious defensive runes condensed on the edges.

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