Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

Lin Chen knew it was Crimson Flame Copper.

This kind of refining material is mentioned in "Maoshan Qimen Formation Techniques".

Crimson copper, imbued with fiery energy, is ideal for forging magical artifacts to slay evil spirits; it would be perfect to incorporate it into a bronze greatsword.

"Master Wang, since you can't dissolve it, you might as well leave it as a table leg."

"Why not sell it to me?" Lin Chen tossed the Crimson Flame Copper in his hand.

"Sell it to you?" Wang the blacksmith sneered.

"Little Taoist priest, it's not that I look down on you."

"This piece of Crimson Flame Copper weighs sixty jin. You can carry it with one hand without much effort, which means you have some strength."

"But blacksmithing isn't just about brute force. If you can deform it, I'll give it to you for free today!"

Wang the blacksmith was at his wit's end; he had spent his entire life forging iron and was helpless against the Crimson Flame Copper.

Don't you believe this young Taoist priest has a way, or that he's offering something for free?

"Master Wang, you said it yourself, I'll borrow your hammer for a moment."

Lin Chen walked to the furnace and placed the Crimson Flame Copper on the cast iron anvil.

Next to the anvil was a large iron hammer weighing eighty pounds, which Wang the blacksmith usually used to forge large farm tools.

Lin Chen gripped the hammer handle with one hand and exerted force with his arm.

The eighty-pound iron hammer was lifted with one hand, and Wang the blacksmith's eyelids twitched; the arm strength was a bit frightening.

Lin Chen didn't rush to smash it.

He circulated the "Shangqing Dadong Zhenjing" in his dantian, and his magical power flowed into his right arm along the meridians, enhancing his strength attribute with the magical power.

"Watch closely."

Lin Chen spoke.

He swung the large iron hammer with his right hand, drawing a semicircle in the air before smashing it onto the crimson copper on the anvil.

"when!"

A loud crash echoed through the blacksmith's shop. Jiale covered his ears and took several steps back.

Wang the blacksmith was nearby, his head buzzing, as he looked toward the anvil.

The crimson copper was smashed into a dent, and the several-hundred-pound cast iron anvil was shaken and sank two inches.

Embedded into the mud, Wang the blacksmith gasped, his eyes fixed on the dent.

"This...how is this possible?"

"That hammer blow of yours must have had at least a thousand pounds of force!"

Lin Chen threw the large iron hammer on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Master Wang, is this considered deformed from being smashed?"

Lin Chen patted the dust off his hands, and Wang the blacksmith swallowed hard.

The way he looked at Lin Chen changed; he had never seen such physical strength in his decades of blacksmithing.

"Forget it...forget it."

Wang the blacksmith acknowledged the debt.

"This piece of Crimson Flame Copper is yours."

Wang the blacksmith felt a pang of regret; he had already made that boast, and he had no choice but to accept his fate.

Lin Chen picked up the Crimson Flame Copper.

"Master Wang, I won't take your family heirloom for nothing." He took out five silver dollars and placed them on the table.

"Keep this money; consider it payment for the materials. I'll borrow this stove for two hours."

When Wang the blacksmith saw the silver dollars, his expression softened. Five silver dollars to buy a piece of unmeltable scrap material was a profit.

"Okay, feel free to use the stove."

"The bellows is over there, the charcoal is in the corner, pick out your own tools."

Wang the blacksmith put away the silver dollars and stepped back, wanting to see how the young Taoist priest would forge weapons.

Lin Chen took off his Taoist robe, revealing a short undershirt, walked to the bellows, and waved to Jia Le.

"Senior brother, come help me operate the bellows." Jiale ran over and grabbed the bellows handle.

"Junior brother, are you really going to work as a blacksmith here?"

"That hammer blow you just gave me was terrifying; I felt like you were going to tear the house down."

Lin Chen didn't reply, but walked to the corner, picked out a basket of black charcoal, and poured it into the stove.

"pull!"

Lin Chen shouted, and Jia Le pulled the bellows hard, igniting the charcoal in the stove and sending flames leaping up.

Lin Chen threw the broken bronze greatsword into the fire, then put in the Crimson Flame Copper.

Ordinary fire cannot melt the red copper.

Lin Chen stood in front of the furnace, his hands forming a mudra, mobilizing his magical power, and flames appeared at his fingertips.

"go!"

Lin Chen flicked his finger, and sparks flew into the furnace, merging with the charcoal fire, changing the color of the furnace flames.

The orange-red color turned into a high-temperature flame with a bluish tinge. The temperature soared, and Wang the blacksmith, a few steps away, felt his eyebrows were about to be scorched, so he stepped back.

"What kind of fire is this?"

Wang the blacksmith was surprised; less than half an incense stick had burned.

The bronze greatsword was glowing red and soft from the heat, and the surface of the crimson copper was gleaming red, showing signs of melting.

Lin Chen picked up the long-handled iron tongs, took out the bronze greatsword and placed it flat on the anvil, then took out the Crimson Flame Copper and stacked it on top of the greatsword.

Lin Chen picked up the eighty-pound iron hammer and unleashed his strength.

"Ding!"

The first hammer blow landed with a crisp sound, sending sparks flying.

The crimson copper was hammered into the bronze sword blade.

Lin Chen didn't stop. The big iron hammer felt very light in his hand, and he struck it one blow after another.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The sound of hammering metal was dense as Lin Chen used the method of hammering metal to circulate the "Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture".

The magic flowed through the hammer and into the sword, forcing out the impurities in the bronze.

The molten metal of the Crimson Copper melted into the bronze greatsword as it was hammered.

Wang the blacksmith watched from the side.

He's an old blacksmith; a true expert can tell a lot just by looking at his work.

Lin Chen's striking technique was unpretentious, and his control over the power and placement of the blows was steady.

"Incredible skill...absolutely incredible skill!"

Wang the blacksmith spoke up.

Jiale was sweating profusely and his arms were aching from working the bellows, but he didn't complain when he saw Lin Chen forging iron.

An hour later, most of the charcoal in the furnace had burned away, and Lin Chen had hammered the iron lump on the anvil into the prototype of a sword.

The blade is two fingers wider than before.

The thickness has doubled.

It presents a color that is a mixture of dark red and cyan.

Lin Chen put down the sledgehammer, picked up a smaller iron hammer, and began to strike the sword blade.

"Ding ding ding..."

The sound was crisp, the blade became smooth, and the original nick was filled with crimson copper.

Another half hour passed.

Lin Chen stopped what he was doing, picked up the reforged greatsword with iron pliers, and found the blade to be hot.

Lin Chen walked to the large water vat where the sword had been quenched and inserted the greatsword into it.

"laugh--"

Steam rises, and the water in the tank churns.

Lin Chen gripped the sword hilt and stirred it in the water, lowering the water temperature, before pulling the greatsword out of the water.

A new heavy sword emerged, unsharpened, its blade gleaming with sharpness, and its spine adorned with dark red, flame-like patterns.

Lin Chen gripped the sword with one hand, twirling it in mid-air, greatly increasing its weight, and making a whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air.

"What a fine sword!"

Lin Chen was satisfied; this sword weighed at least fifty pounds, and an ordinary person couldn't hold it steady.

It's just right for Lin Chen.

Blacksmith Wang stepped forward, stared at the greatsword, and reached out to touch the blade.

"This...this sword is finished!"

"I've been blacksmithing for forty years, and this is the first time I've seen such a domineering weapon."

Wang the blacksmith looked up at Lin Chen.

"Young Taoist priest, your skills are far superior to mine."

Lin Chen wrapped the greatsword in a rag and carried it on his back.

"Master Wang, you flatter me. Thank you for borrowing your stove."

Lin Chenchong nodded to the blacksmith and called over Jiale, who was slumped on the ground.

"Senior brother, let's go back to the temple."

Jiale wiped his sweat and got up.

The two left the blacksmith shop and walked back. By the time they reached the dojo, it was already afternoon.

Si Mu was sitting in the lobby drinking tea when he saw the two return. He put down his teacup and went to greet them.

"Disciple, how is it? Is your sword training complete?"

Lin Chen untied the package from his back.

He handed it to Si Mu.

"Master, please see for yourself."

Si Mu took the package, and as soon as he held it, his hands sank down.

"Ouch!"

"Why is this so heavy?" Si Mu almost dropped it.

Si Mu held it up with both hands, untied the tattered cloth, and his eyes lit up when he saw the heavy sword with its dark red and blue colors intertwined.

Si Mu held the greatsword in both hands, his fingers tracing the dark red flame patterns.

"Wow, the texture and the weight are amazing."

"Disciple, what kind of treasure did you mix in?"

Si Mu may not know how to forge iron, but he has a good eye for quality; the sword has a fiery quality to it.

Lin Chen walked to the table, poured himself a glass of cold tea, and drank it all.

"I added a piece of Crimson Flame Copper, which I found in a corner of the blacksmith's shop."

The four eyes heard the Crimson Flame Copper.

"Crimson Flame Copper? That's an excellent material for forging top-grade magical artifacts!"

"You think you can use this to fix my broken sword?"

Si Mu was excited but also felt it was wasteful; he could sell these materials for a lot of money.