With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 923 - 636: Branch Hall, Iron Crystal, and Blood-Bond

Yang Zhaoxing, in his old age, not only exhausts physical strength but also tempers willpower when opening the forge. He fears he might not be able to forge weapons again in the future.

With a hint of apology, ng Chuan nodded, unsure of what to say, so he could only express his gratitude:

"Thank you, senior."

"Ah, no need for politeness. Quick, quick, quick! Nephew, don’t just stand there, keep adding coal!"

ng Chuan said no more and focused on adding coal into the furnace.

The furnace fire gradually intensified, causing the Thunder Pattern Steel to emit a dark red glow as the body of the Ying Zhao spear slowly twisted and lted.

Yang Zhaoxing closely watched the fire, frequently using long tongs to adjust the position to ensure even heating.

Sothing like molten iron flowed within the mold, bubbling along.

"It’s done!"

Yang Zhaoxing suddenly shouted, lifting the red mold containing the spear embryo and imrsing it in the nearby quenching pool.

Blinding white steam rose, and the pool water churned as if boiling.

When the smoke cleared, a spear embryo with flowing dark patterns erged, its edge restrained but still exuding a chilling aura.

"This will be the spear embryo used for subsequent forging. From tomorrow onwards, it will undergo multiple quenchings and material filling and refining.

Before resting today, there is one important step: to coat its entire body with your vital blood."

"... Understood."

ng Chuan glanced at the over six or seven-ter-long embryo. It would be no easy task for others to draw that much blood.

At this mont, Yang Yuelian ca over, smiling and patting his shoulder as she said:

"I’ll ask the kitchen to prepare so red bean, red dates, and donkey-hide gelatin paste for you later; it’ll surely replenish you thoroughly."

"... I thank you."

It’s just drawing a bit of blood, a minor issue.

With the support of the Blood Exchange and Body Refining thod, his entire body’s blood was stored within his interior landscape, already surging like a waterfall.

The quantity is so abundant that there’s no need to speak further.

No need to ntion this spear embryo’s length of six or seven ters, add another zero, and ng Chuan wouldn’t falter at all!

However, he was curious about this step; it felt sowhat similar to the legendary weapon ritual "Blood Recognition".

But the procedures aren’t the sa; in the legends, blood is drawn after the weapon is fully ford.

Drawing blood now seed a bit early, didn’t it?

Worried that speaking out might make him seem ignorant, ng Chuan refrained from voicing his thoughts.

Just as he prepared to step forward to draw blood, Yang Zhaoxing seed to guess what he was thinking and explained:

"The legends are all nonsense. When True Martial is ford and blood is added afterward, how could it be useful?

Now, with your blood coating the entire embryo, during resting, the embryo can absorb a portion.

Later, as more of your blood is forged into it, the process becos the thod of Spiritual Infusion.

Guided by the will contained in your blood, it is also crucial for endowing spirit later."

"Thank you, senior, for clarifying."

ng Chuan understood that it indeed wasn’t about recognition.

If True Martial wants spirit, the forging process must include blood infusion.

"This is also why crafting your own weapon is preferred by stronger individuals over buying a ready-made one.

True Martial, infused with one’s blood, aligns more closely with one’s intentions during use.

The effect is not noticeable on lower-grade True Martial; from Third Grade onward, you’ll see the difference during comparison with the Fist Blade when using it."

Having said that, Yang Zhaoxing handed ng Chuan a specially made stone urn.

"Draw your blood now. Knowing your blood is extraordinary, this urn can even contain magma, use it without worry."

ng Chuan received it, a large urn that was the size of a small water bucket.

"Fill it up?"

"Just half will suffice..."

Without further ado, ng Chuan inserted a fingertip into the urn, channeling blood to his left index finger, where it seeped continuously from the pores.

The urn was gradually filled with bright red, soon reaching halfway.

When he handed it to Grandmaster Yang, the blood had already solidified entirely, like a solid block of duck blood tofu, wobbling with elasticity.

Yang Zhaoxing received the blood urn, feeling like holding a solid silver ingot, surprisingly heavy.

Looking at the coagulated blood tofu, he was perplexed...

If it were liquid, he could pour it onto the Ying Zhao embryo, but ng Chuan’s blood... What happened here...

Yet, he wasn’t overly surprised, many with accomplished Hard Skills had blood like rcury paste, much denser than ordinary Martial Arts Families.

ng Chuan was famous for his Hard Skills, clearly not just "accomplished," he was evidently stronger.

The blood being more "abnormal" was logically accepted...

He took out a specially made knife to cut the blood into grid-like blocks, noticing the tendency for these blood pieces to gradually move together and re-congeal.

Hurriedly, he quickly placed them above the shaft where the Ying Zhao was laid, pouring the blood tofu pieces onto the softened strip of Golden tal embryo.

Just about to heat and prepare to lt them, ng Chuan gestured that he would take care of it himself.

Walking up to the spear embryo, ng Chuan placed both hands beneath the shaft, flas erupting from his palms and gradually heating the entire shaft.

"That’s enough, enough, you can stop now."

Yang Zhaoxing called ng Chuan to cease heating upon seeing the blood tofu start to semi-lt.

He worried more heating might burn through the vessel holding the spear embryo...

As ng Chuan’s blood had completely lted, gradually rging with the tal, producing dense bubbles.

Yang Zhaoxing chuckled:

"Alright, you don’t need to stay here and wait, I’ll handle the subsequent crafting."

"Understood."

With the upcoming forging and crafting tasks not requiring his assistance for now.

ng Chuan left the pre-prepared weapon crafting materials behind, including bat wing dragon bones and crimson horn ore, then bid farewell.

"I trust you, senior, to take care of it."

Yang Zhaoxing looked at the materials ng Chuan produced, marveling at the stubbornness of this young man, unwilling to take advantage.

How many in the world consu without repaying, like those ungrateful wolves?

The Yang Family is undoubtedly fortunate to befriend soone with ng Chuan’s character.

"It’s just a trivial matter. I’ll be watching over the furnace lately; feel free to ask the servants for anything you’d like to eat in the manor."