Ordinary People: Starting with the Chen Clan

To ensure a more reliable outcome in the subsequent weapon forging process, Chen Xuanzhou employed every possible means.

Not only did they use all the spiritual materials at their disposal, but they also tried the incense burner's conferment power for the first time.

The result satisfied Chen Xuanzhou greatly.

At this point, the refining cauldron had become a magical artifact, and Chen Xuanzhou had just experienced it. He found that controlling it was actually easier than before.

It's completely out of touch with reality...

The reason for this is simply because of the word "spirituality," and the strength of this spirituality is so great that Chen Xuanzhou doubts whether it can be compared with a spiritual treasure.

It should be noted that at this point, the refining cauldron can already autonomously absorb the power of earth fire or draw upon the spiritual energy of the array to maintain its operation.

Even without someone to oversee it, ordinary spiritual materials and treasures can be perfectly refined on their own.

This is also why he was able to control it to continue refining the weapon; it was already capable of operating independently of a human.

This was so outrageous that he couldn't imagine what kind of magic weapon could do it.

And this is not the limit of the conferment of titles; in fact, it is only the foundation, because over the years, the offerings he has received have never been plentiful.

He was afraid that the conferment of the title to the refining cauldron would not be effective, so he poured all his resources into it, and all he got was about ten orange condensed beads.

As for the white droplets, they should be considered more of an add-on.

"From now on, you shall be called Bailian. I hope that you can live up to your name, forging all spirits and refining all things."

Chen Xuanzhou gently stroked the body of the cauldron, and the cauldron, which was already like five-colored jade, immediately trembled, as if responding to Chen Xuanzhou's gentle touch.

Seeing the Hundred Refinement Cauldron's spirituality, Chen Xuanzhou's joy deepened.

"In that case, let's give it a try now!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Xuanzhou immediately arranged for it to be put into use.

With a gentle pat of the palm, it immediately flew back to the center of the fire holes.

This time, without Chen Xuanzhou's control, the surrounding fire eyes immediately spewed out pillars of fire, enveloping the Hundred Refinement Cauldron within them.

Chen Xuanzhou thought for a moment, then opened his mouth, and a toad landed on the ground in front of him.

After all this time, the earth toad has not changed in the slightest, either in appearance or in its spiritual energy.

The incense burner has been preserved in perfect condition!

A sword's cry echoed through the fiery chamber, and the toad on the ground was transformed into a plate of sashimi in just a moment.

The skin, flesh, and bones are clearly distinguished.

Chen Xuanzhou first took out a jade box, put the meat inside, and then put it back into the incense burner.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the toad skin, as thin as a cicada's wing, landed in his hand, and he gently rubbed it between his two fingers.

He pondered a weapon-refining plan in his mind.

This unnamed spirit toad possesses a bit of spatial ability, and its toad molt is most suitable for crafting those kinds of cloak-type magical artifacts.

However, the methods he currently uses to refine several magical artifacts cannot fully utilize the spatial characteristics of this toad molt.

Indeed, how many magical artifacts are truly comparable to high-level terms like "space"?

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Xuanzhou decided to put it away first, and instead took a limp, long tongue into his hand.

This time, he didn't hesitate at all and directly put it into the Hundred Refinement Cauldron.

In just a moment, Chen Xuanzhou felt an unprecedented sense of ease.

In the past, he had to keep a close eye on every step of the weapon-refining process, paying close attention to the temperature of the flames and the condition of the spiritual materials, without letting his guard down for even the slightest bit.

He was terrified that if any step went wrong, the entire batch of precious materials would turn to ashes, and now he felt as if he had entrusted it to someone else.

He didn't need to pay too much attention to the basic refining of spiritual materials. The Hundred Refinement Cauldron absorbed the power of the surrounding earth fire and then refined it.

The only thing he could do to help was to use his skills to increase the intensity of the subterranean fire.

The intensity of the earth fire that the Hundred Refinement Cauldron can currently condense is still very limited, at most it can only increase by about 30%.

However, this temperature is more than enough for crafting magical artifacts.

After about half a cup of tea's time, the nine-foot-long tongue, which was originally flesh-colored, had turned transparent.

The tongue, which was nine feet long, not only did not shorten, but instead extended to a length of about ten feet.

The once chubby tongue has now been stretched and thinned, resembling a glistening noodle.

Chen Xuanzhou then took out a ball of black silk thread and a piece of withered vine covered in thorns from his storage bag.

These two spiritual materials, which belonged to some unlucky person, have been kept by Chen Xuanzhou until now, so they can be considered quite valuable treasures.

That clump of black silk thread was the natal spiritual silk spun by a second-tier silkworm, the Spirit-Devouring Jade Silkworm. It was not only extremely resilient, but also possessed the talent of devouring spiritual power.

Any living being bound by it will have its spiritual power continuously absorbed, leaving it powerless to resist and eventually being slowly devoured.

As for the withered vines behind, they were rather ordinary, just a section of a 600-year-old Crimson Blood Binding Mountain Vine.

With a wave of his right hand, Chen Xuanzhou sent the Crimson Blood Binding Mountain Vine into the cauldron. Under the intense heat, the menacing spikes on the outside were reduced to a wisp of smoke in no time.

The withered vine had also turned into a clump of dark green tendrils, clinging to the transparent long tongue like a climbing vine.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, it slowly transformed into a layer of dark, black silk, which then covered the outside of the long tongue.

After such a long time, both the clone and the original body have consumed less than 10% of their energy.

This gave Chen Xuanzhou the illusion that if he put in more effort, he might be able to refine a magic weapon.

Suppressing the delusions in his heart, he concealed the divine light in his eyes and quietly watched as the outer layer of black jade threads gradually disappeared into the background, no longer standing out.

Throughout this process, it remained completely unaffected, and even the depletion of its magical power and spiritual consciousness has now been recovered.

With everything ready, Chen Xuanzhou didn't delay any longer and pointed at the black thread beside him.

Surprisingly, these seemingly extraordinary strands of spirit turned into black smoke the moment they were touched by the furnace fire.

Chen Xuanzhou's expression remained unchanged, and his hands did not even pause for a moment. Instead, like the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, they conjured countless illusions.

The black smoke inside the cauldron also coalesced into black runes as these handprints changed.

The long rope, originally coiled into a snake shape, seemed to be imbued with spirituality as these black runes fell.

One end of it was slightly raised, like a snake's head, and it actually began to move around inside the furnace.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xuanzhou narrowed his eyes slightly. After hesitating for a moment, his brow twitched slightly, and a jade bottle flew into the air.

With a pop, the stopper opened, the bottle tilted slightly, and a clump of crimson blood flew into the cauldron.

The long snake that had been coiled at the bottom of the cauldron suddenly darted out and burrowed into the blood mass, just like a cat smelling a fishy odor.