Douluo Dragon King: The Hammer Nurtures All Things, Starting with Gu Yuena

The temperature in the furnace continued to rise, but to Lin Jin's surprise, this temperature, which could easily melt rare steel into molten iron, could not melt these three lumps of iron slag and excrement.

This immediately piqued Lin Jin's interest, so he decisively added heating powder to raise the temperature in the furnace.

After the temperature rose, the fire shadow immediately changed from orange to bright white, which was close to two thousand degrees, a temperature sufficient to support spirit forging.

At this moment, the three lumps of iron slag and excrement finally began to melt, turning into a pool of inky black molten iron.

Lin Jin quickly put the molten iron into a container and shaped it into a jet-black iron block.

After quickly cooling it down, he held the iron block in his hand and then took out his hammer.

When a 300-kilogram hammer strikes down, the volume of this dark iron block instantly shrinks by half.

Then Lin Jin started tapping the ping-pong ball, this was the first time he had forged a spirit ring after absorbing it.

Holding a three-kilogram weight in your hand, but the hammer weighs three hundred kilograms, that feeling is just too exhilarating.

What exactly does it feel like? A hammer that weighs 300 kilograms would be difficult for others to lift, but in his hands it's just a wooden hammer. And the process of forging that others struggle with is like pounding mud for him, requiring absolutely no effort.

After eighty-one hammer blows, Lin Jin didn't even catch his breath before realizing that he had refined it to its limit.

Those three huge lumps of black iron excrement turned into a small piece of black iron metal, and now, after being hammered, it has shrunk to about one-tenth of its original size, roughly the size of a palm.

However, all its impurities have now been removed, and after cooling, it looks just like a piece of black jade.

Lin Jin examined the item carefully in his hand, and then what happened next shocked him.

This piece of refined metal, which should have been incredibly hard and dense, collapsed instantly like dust.

Black powder covered Lin Jin's hands. He quickly covered them with his hands, then carefully placed the powder on the forging table and examined it closely.

This is truly a rare occurrence. It was incredibly hard during forging, but once it returned to normal after being forged, it turned into powder.

Could there be such a strange thing in the world?

Lin Jin could only put the powder into a vessel and then put it on the forging furnace to continue heating it into molten iron.

After the shape solidified, Lin Jin tapped it a few more times with a hammer, and it turned back into a piece of black jade metal. However, after it cooled down, he placed it on the forging table, and in a short while, it turned into black iron powder.

This was truly strange. Lin Jin sat down directly on the forging table and carefully examined the jet-black iron powder.

All the impurities have been removed. Logically speaking, the iron slag after being digested by the Iron Pig should be unabsorbable and have no nutritional value.

However, perhaps because the ingredients consumed were quite precious, a little bit remained.

After removing the useless impurities, what remained were these metals and a special kind of toner, which is what we see now.

Could it be...? A look of shock appeared on Lin Jin's face. These iron powders were some special energy metal materials secreted from the body of the Ink Iron Pig within its Ink Iron Cycle, which were then extracted and purified by him.

In other words, he really struck gold in the shit!

Lin Jin touched the ink powder with his finger and was about to put it in his mouth when he realized what he was doing and quickly stopped.

He almost ate shit! Luckily, he reacted quickly.

People from the Hua family have this kind of conditioned reflex, which they can't change even if they time-travel.

He put it to his nose and smelled it, finding that there was no particular smell, just a metallic smell, but it did have a hint of ink.

Just then, Lin Jin's right hand, which was covered in iron powder, suddenly began to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, the metallic Blue Silver Grass martial soul was automatically released from his palm, and then the three vines all leaned towards the black iron powder on the table, as if they were very eager for this thing.

Could it be...? Lin Jin immediately placed his hand next to the black iron powder, wanting to see what exactly the blue silver grass martial soul was attracted to by this iron powder.

However, it was discovered that the three vines of the Blue Silver Grass immediately pounced on the Ink Iron Powder, as if bewitched, but they could not absorb it and could only fiddle with it, just like an incompetent husband.

Lin Jin suddenly understood its feelings, but a martial soul is ultimately just a martial soul; how could it possibly eat? Especially Blue Silver Grass.

However, the Blue Silver Grass conveyed a strong desire to him, constantly stimulating him, which made Lin Jin somewhat uncomfortable.

What are you doing? You can't eat it, so you want me to? This is shit! I'd rather die than eat it.

However, Lin Jin turned his attention to Dali and Miracle.

As the saying goes, great effort can produce miracles. Wasn't he naming them for this very moment?

"Can you eat this?"

"We are spirits, how can we eat? Anything that has an effect on a spirit can only be fed back to the spirit by the spirit master absorbing it, so this pile of shit can only..." Dali immediately changed his words, "This concentrated essence is something only you are fortunate enough to enjoy."

"Huh? But I really don't want to eat shit!"

However, the Blue Silver Grass had a very strong craving for this Ink Iron Powder, and Lin Jin also had a premonition that if he really consumed this Ink Iron Powder, it would probably improve his martial soul.

Lin Jin hesitated for a moment. He looked at the black iron powder carefully and found that it didn't seem to be anything bad.

Steel is forged through rigorous tempering; high-temperature quenching eliminates all impurities, leaving only its essence.

Moreover, although this is excrement from the Iron Pigs, they only eat metal from beginning to end and don't eat anything else. This is just a pile of scrap iron slag produced from the metal recycling process. It's just that the processing is a bit embarrassing to talk about, and it has now been completely purified.

After thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem so unacceptable anymore.

Since that was the case, Lin Jin made up his mind and grabbed a handful of iron powder to put in his mouth, but he stopped himself just before it entered his mouth.

Won't you choke if you eat like this?

So he quickly grabbed a cup, put the iron powder in it, poured boiling water over it, and was about to drink it.

However, after soaking, he found it even more disgusting.

"Damn it, I'm an idiot. I might as well just swallow it whole; it's like drinking sloppy shit!"

Lin Jin decisively threw the cup of iron powder into the forging furnace.

Steam hissed and rose, but Lin Jin didn't care anymore; it would turn into powder again after cooling down.

He looked at the remaining half of the iron powder on the table, grabbed a handful, closed his eyes, shoved it into his mouth, and swallowed it forcefully.

The moment he swallowed it, Lin Jin felt the powder transform into a warm current that flowed into his entire body.

His eyes lit up immediately: "Damn, this shit... oh wait, this iron powder will give me energy!"

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