Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 77 Tragedy

"Due to some deficiencies in the materials, the finished products we made were unsatisfactory in terms of effect, internal storage, and even appearance."

"And this communication tool is very important. Although everything is just getting started, time is of the essence."

Ning Rongrong was also somewhat helpless. Researching this kind of thing was more difficult and less directional than cultivation. After staying in this newly established Soul Guidance Device Academy for several months, she felt that her hair was falling out in clumps, and even eating a lot of expensive supplements was of no use.

The core material of the soul tool is a specially forged metal, which has an excellent effect on transmitting soul power. However, even though Yue Guan and his group found this metal, no matter how they forged it, they could not replicate the soul power transmission effect of the original soul tool.

The moment Lou Gao received the large black box, his eyes became extremely serious. He stroked the small buttons with his large hand, occasionally tapping them lightly with his knuckles, listening to the soft sounds coming from inside.

"The soul power transfer effect that Miss Rongrong mentioned may not be due to a mistake in your manufacturing process, but rather the problem may lie in the metal itself."

After obtaining consent, Lou Gao carefully removed the large blackboard brick. Looking at the pale gold metal wires inside, a flash of understanding appeared in his eyes.

"Although it was stretched very thin, there is no doubt that it was substandard during the quenching process."

"No matter how good its soul power conduction properties are, if the impurities inside are not completely removed, the effect will not be good no matter what."

Impurities?

Ning Rongrong habitually bit her nails, her brows slowly furrowing: "As for the impurities, we've already had the trainees clean them three times using the normal forging process. Compared to when they were first dug out, the raw material weighs a full half less. That shouldn't be the case."

"Hahaha, an ordinary blacksmith might be able to get away with it by just shuffling it over, but in my opinion, this thing is substandard. Besides, it has to be drawn so thin, so the effect is naturally not obvious."

Lou Gao examined the materials carefully, his face beaming with confidence: "As long as they are materials I personally forged and are of good quality, their performance will undoubtedly be different!"

However, this metal is extremely expensive; even nobles hesitate to use it, their faces contorted with pain. It's unclear how much more expensive it is at the Spirit Hall.

Lou Gao was thinking when he suddenly felt someone pinch his kidney. He turned around and saw a young man with no flesh on his body, shirtless and as thin as a skeleton, handing him a forging hammer with a gloomy face.

On his table, there happened to be a mottled, pale gold mineral.

"If you need to conduct the experiment yourself, you can use my worktable."

The gloomy young man forced a smile, but unfortunately, it only made him look more terrifying. His slightly bloodshot eyes stared at the building, as if he were watching some formidable prey.

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Lou Gao stared at him for a while, then turned to look at Ning Rongrong with a puzzled expression.

"I'm telling you, Ning Qi, this isn't a sect anymore. If you have a relapse, no one will care about you."

Ning Rongrong touched her forehead, her tone somewhat helpless: "Put away your wild imaginations about forging. Countless experiments have proven that your so-called 'thousand-forging method' is not advisable."

At first, Ning Rongrong had a little expectation and trepidation about her cousin's wonderful idea. However, after spending millions of the sect's funds and conducting countless experiments over the past half month, it was proven that the so-called "thousand-times-forged qualitative change" was a complete fallacy.

"Hehe, who knows?"

Even when denied to her face, Ning Qi was not angry. Her bloodshot eyes merely glanced contemptuously at Ning Rongrong, and only slowly looked away when the veins on the latter's forehead were about to bulge.

Lou Gao's eyes flickered, and when he heard about the Thousand Forging Method, his hand holding the forging hammer involuntarily tightened.

Finally, he stopped what he was doing, and his aged eyes stared at the young man once again, his gaze filled with inquiry and scrutiny.

"That's quite interesting. Perhaps we could chat about it sometime, little one?"

"I am somewhat interested in your so-called Thousand Refinement Technique."

"Hey, not bad, old man."

Ning Qi grinned, and under Ning Rongrong's almost murderous glare, slowly said, "I'm not busy lately, so pick a time for us to talk."

"Ning Qi!!!"

The violent roar startled the entire forging room. Everyone looked toward the source of the sound with dissatisfaction and saw Ning Rongrong choking Ning Qi by the neck, making his face turn red, while she opened her blood-red mouth and cursed loudly. Everyone immediately looked away obediently and continued to hammer their forging hammers as if nothing had happened.

There's no way around it, this young lady's temper has really been bad lately, she's in a bad mood, and whoever crosses her deserves to be in trouble!

"Rongrong."

Oscar, who was standing to the side, and Lou Gao had been staring blankly until she had finished scolding. Only then did Oscar, with a grotesque expression, dare to quietly tug at her sleeve.

"This guy, he's really something else! If you don't discipline him for three days, he'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles! Damn it, he's ruining my good mood!"

"snort!"

After venting her frustrations, Ning Rongrong seemed to feel a little better. She hummed an unknown tune, her lips slightly upturned, and her eyes clearly showed more joy.

She turned to Oscar, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "Oscar, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Oscar wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with an embarrassed smile, "Rongrong, this thing you just gave me to hold, the one that transmits sound or something, seems to be making some noise."

Is there any movement from my legendary magical artifact?

"I guess Elder Ju is urging us. There are several different types of soul tool materials that need to be tested," Ning Rongrong sighed, flipped the call button in the middle, and showed a trace of exhaustion on her face: "Hello, Elder Ju, I'm arranging things down there. I'll be right there. I'll try to finish it in the next couple of days."

"What, there's no rush?"

"Now we need to complete the communication device while ensuring quality, and also finish the follow-up work on the body-fitting soul armor? We'll be taking it out on a mission?"

Ning Rongrong's brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "Elder Ju, no, my Dean, you should know that the maximum sensing range of the sound transmission magic device is only ten kilometers. Once it leaves that range, we can only take a new signal transmitter with us."

"Should we spare no expense to see results this time?"

"OK."

"I understand. I'll finish the last batch today and definitely complete the mission!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes sharpened, and the dejection and fatigue on her face vanished, replaced by an extremely determined gaze.

"Rongrong, what's wrong?"

A tough, resolute demeanor—when this quality appears in a normally delicate girl, it always has a strange allure.

Oscar stared blankly as Ning Rongrong put down the large black box, then scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"What happened?"

"Of course, if it's inconvenient to say."

"There's nothing inconvenient about it, you'll find out soon enough anyway," Ning Rongrong said, her eyes lowered, a hint of pain and inner turmoil flashing in them.

"More than twenty staff members of the Spirit Hall in Notting City were slaughtered. The murderer was a master from a small family."

Ning Rongrong looked up at Oscar: "They're using the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow."

Zhuge Repeating Crossbow?

Oscar opened his mouth, but remained silent for a long time.

(End of this chapter)