Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy Chapter 902 Making a Sword

Chapter 902 Making a Sword

Alex poured his Qi into the furnace as he sped up the process behind the lting of the tal.

Not doing anything would also work in this situation as there was a formation being used to heat up the tal inside, but since he was being apprenticed, he did as asked.

Once the tal was lted, he pulled out the crucible and poured the tal onto a mold. He waited just long enough for the shape to solidify, and then pulled the still burning hot and red tal out from the mold and onto an anvil before starting to beat it with a hamr that he had received.

He hit the tal for as long as he could before it solidified to the point that hitting simply made no difference anymore. After that, he put it back on the furnace to make it soft again.

His teacher sat on a stool not far away, watching every little move, but not teaching him anything at all unless he made so mistake.

Having rembered everything, Alex made no mistake. At least, for the most part.

Alex struck the tal as hard as he could and tried to have it be as equally distributed throughout the tal as he could, but it was hard for him to tell what tal was tempered and what wasn't.

"Try to compress it," the saint spoke after seeing him struggle at that part. "Compressing usually helps with tempering the tal and also makes it strong."

"Yes," Alex said and started heating the tal once more. He put it back in the furnace for a bit again and pulled it out once more to continue hamring it.

After doing the sa thing a few more tis, it was ti for him to pour so Qi into it and make so Qi lines.

He put the sword into the furnace once again and looked towards the saint. "For the Qi lines, you said that they sotis randomly make skills right?" he asked.

"Yes," the saint said. "What about it?"

"Well, can I try and make so myself?" Alex asked.

"Oh… you want to make so skills huh? How do you plan on doing that exactly?" the saint asked curiously.

"Uh, just make so random squiggly lines. Will that hurt my sword's grade?" he asked.

"No, as long as there are enough Qi lines, your sword won't suffer from it. But that also ans you will have to spend quite a lot of focus and Qi on it. You think you can do it?" the man asked.

"I… I think I can," Alex said. He wasn't fully confident as this was the first ti he was making anything artifact, but he was sure he had understood what he needed to do enough so that he knew what he was doing.

Once the sword was out of the furnace, he got to work.

As he hit the tal in locations where they were uneven to even out the overall thickness of the sword, he also poured in Qi from the side as it branched off into multiple sections, which quickly started curving around itself as Alex tried to take as much path as possible.

Having made 9 pills at once in 3 different cauldrons while cultivating at the sa ti during a period where he also had to make ntal tracking of what ingredients went in next and what the temperature had to be for the cauldrons, this task felt very simple for Alex.

He was calm the entire ti as he struck the tal continuously, making sparks fly off, while in the anti he covered the entirety of the sword with Qi lines.

For being his first ti, Alex was actually doing not very bad. In fact, he was doing exceptionally well.

After a few minutes of hitting and drawing lines, Alex was finally done and he plopped the sword into the barrel full of water.

The sword sizzled as it cooled and Alex stepped back in wait. He still had to put on the handle and hilt, and then sharpen the sword, but those were rather easy.

"You said this was your first ti, right?" the man asked.

"Yes," Alex said.

"Then how are you so good at concentrating?" he asked. "Do you make sothing else?"

"Uhh… yes," Alex said. "I dabble in Formations and Talismans as well."

There was no way in hell he was ever going to tell the man that he knew alchemy. That would, as far as he knew, be a death sentence in most cases.

Although the rules seed lax in the State of Dong for alchemy, and it was the teaching of alchemy that was more frowned upon, Alex still wasn't going to tell anyone that he knew how to make pills.

"Oh, what grade?" the man asked curiously.

"I… can reach Heaven grade for both," Alex said.

"What?" the man's eyes widened a bit. "You're a True Heaven formation master and a True Heaven Talisman forger?"

"Yes," Alex said.

"Then why would you try and learn forging? Just focus on those two, get your skills to immortal grade, then artifact forgers will co begging to take your work. You don't need to make it yourself," the man said.

Alex chuckled when he heard that. "It's alright. I'm doing this because I want to learn," he said.

"Well, I guess I can see where the True Heaven rank for the other two professions co from," he said.

Alex didn't say much and focused on his work. Once he was done with making the sword, putting the hilt, and sharpening it, he checked it.

The sword was… average. Not as good as what the Saint had made, but it was still pretty good. The Qi lines made it easy to pour Qi into the sword, but sadly, no skill seed to be there.

Alex showed the sword to the Saint and was told that he did pretty well, for being his first ti.

Then, he took the sword to a formation, which used tal tongs to snap the sword in two.

"Hmm, you need True Emperor 7th realm to break the sword. Not bad," the man said. "However, a True rank sword is considered diocre if it can be broken by a True realm cultivator. Make one that needs at least Saint realm cultivator to destroy it."

"So, make it again?" Alex asked.

"Yes," the man said as he tossed the broken sword back. "There's your tal. Redo it until you've tempered it to be very strong."

Alex took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay," he said.

After placing the tals back in the furnace, he restarted. He heated the tal pieces until it was down to being fully lted and then poured them back onto the mold.

Then, he started hitting it again. The problem was with tempering, he needed to temper it better.

He struck tal hard with the hamr and repeated it again and again. The sound of his hamr was lost in the many noises of the smithery, but soone heard it, loud and clear.

So, when he ca to see what was happening and saw that Alex was forging a sword, he frowned at the striking technique he was using to temper the tal.

"That's not how you do it, kid," he spoke into Alex's ears. No, into his mind.

Alex paused for a second. "Godslayer?"