Su Mu’s gaze hardened, feeling it was not enough, far from enough. His imagined enemy was no longer the Four Protectors of the Black Mountain Rebel Army, but the Pharmacist.
To deal with a true Five Extres Realm or stronger, this level of intensity was clearly inadequate.
The young man, with single-minded focus, integrated his Martial Arts into the forging process.
Amidst the sparks, his not yet perfected martial arts were constantly improving, each hamr strike slightly stronger than the last.
...
Outside Qingyuan County, Qingzhou.
The autumn rain was like silk, weaving a dense silver net across the heavens and earth, continuous and unending.
An old man in a black robe ca from the Ancient Qingzhou, walking in the rain, the crisp sound of his boots crushing fallen leaves mixed with the rain, especially clear in the empty wilderness. The old man suddenly stopped, a sneer emanating from beneath his black robe.
"Cowardly rats, aren’t you tired of following along this far?"
The forest swayed, and suddenly, a flash of cold light erupted as more than twenty figures in tight-fitting clothes broke through the rain. The leading middle-aged man exuded nace without anger, while the gray-robed elder beside him stood with hands behind his back, a hint of green glow swirling in his sleeves. Both of them exhibited waves of attribute power.
"Playing tricks, no matter who you are, anyone who kills a mber of the Wu Family must pay with their life!"
"Just two small Sixth-Grade Martial Artists, thinking to block my way?" A hoarse chuckle ca from beneath the black robe.
Amidst the forest’s flash of blades, twenty breaths later, the sll of blood perated the air as the forest turned red, blood mixed with rainwater seeping into the soil. The old man in black’s tattered right sleeve revealed a withered arm as he casually flicked away the blood from his fingertips, casually walking out from the heap of corpses.
"Qingzhou’s martial artists are just like that, having fancy moves, but their foundation is far inferior to those in the Central Plains."
He held a Bronze Compass in his hand, its needle trembling, pointing directly to the south.
Soon, the old man in black ascended to a higher vantage point, gazing into the distance through the curtain of rain. A great ’White Dragon’ of the land was roaring and surging forward, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore faintly audible.
"That must be the Canglan River, and ahead lie the Three Canglan Counties..."
With a flick of his black robe, his figure quickly disappeared into the rain and mist.
...
Inside the Forging Workshop, the young man was engrossed in weapon crafting day and night.
A hundred and fifty refinents.
A hundred and eighty refinents.
Two hundred and fifteen refinents!
The sound of forging made ti fly by, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Su Mu let out a breath, stopping the iron hamr in his hand.
With the final hamr strike, the Gold Elent Divine Skill that he had just broken through a month ago seed to hint at another breakthrough.
Gold Elent Divine Skill (Small Success 95%)
In this month, not only the Gold Elent Divine Skill, but also the Iron Cloth Shirt, Iron Arm Skill, and Profound Fire Technique had improved significantly, drawing closer to perfection.
The improvent in these three Cross-Training Martial Arts also substantially increased the proficiency of the Molten Fire Golden Body, though it still lacked a head technique and thus remained at Small Success for now.
On the Forging Platform, three pieces of iron ingots of different sizes were displayed, all flowing with a red glow and intricate patterns entirely perated within, with red cloud patterns pleasing to the eye.
The largest ingot, infused with a bit of silver within the red, was for crafting a spear shaft; the dium-sized piece was intended by Su Mu for forging a long saber.
As for the smallest one, densely packed with the most solid cloud patterns, it was destined for crafting a spearhead.
"Two hundred and fifteen refinents is close to the limit for these materials. It’s better not to continue once the moon is full to avoid loss."
Su Mu mused with so anticipation in his heart; in his view, folding and striking when forging a Grade-Entering Treasure Artifact was the most ti-consuming.
Returning from Changfeng County, Su Mu’s strength had greatly increased, not only was his power more robust, but he also had the assistance of Iron Essence Qi. Even so, it still took more than a month of effort.
Su Mu could only consider himself barely satisfied, little knowing that in the process of folding and forging iron materials, the more types there were, the more ti consuming it would be. Especially since Su Mu was working on three different iron ingots simultaneously this ti.
Previously, Master Chen Yuntian and Master Lin Ruoshui had worked together, spending over two months to complete the forging of a single piece of a hundred and fifty refinents iron.
If it got out that three pieces, all above two hundred refinents, were completed in a little over a month, the three masters would probably fall into self-doubt.
"First, forge them into shape, then inscribe the inscriptions."
In the following two days, three specially crafted spear shafts, spearheads, a long saber, and a slender iron chain were forged into shape.
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