The tamorphic stone and the teor heart seed to attract each other, sticking together, and then the tamorphic stone, like liquid tal, slowly covered the teor heart. Just as Lin Tian and others were amazed, the "liquidized" tamorphic stone penetrated into the teor heart, disappearing within a few breaths.
Lin Tian quickly activated his super vision, scanning the interior and exterior of the teor heart, but there was no longer any complete tamorphic stone. The tamorphic stone had almost fused with the teor heart, becoming indistinguishable.
"Little Ya, what’s going on here? The tamorphic stone and the teor heart have assimilated into one." Lin Tian did not ask Tang Banqing, but instead consulted the sword spirit within him first.
The sword spirit pondered for a while, hesitated, and then said, "I’m not entirely sure either; maybe they sympathize with each other."
"Sympathize, my ass! You told to buy the teor heart as the main material, and now you tell you don’t know—are you trying to fool an amateur like ?" Lin Tian said angrily.
"How could I fool you? It’s indeed a good thing that the two can fuse; if they didn’t, you’d be in trouble. The biggest taboo in sword forging is uneven materials, and now that they have fused automatically, it saves a lot of effort." Seeing Lin Tian angered, the sword spirit dared not chatter on, and gave a clear explanation.
"This sword is your new body; if the forging fails, it’s your loss." Lin Tian snorted coldly.
"Of course I understand that, so you can rest easy. Besides, isn’t there a master swordsmith here?" The sword spirit replied casually.
Lin Tian grunted to himself, then ignored it, continuing to observe the changes within the sword furnace.
"Four pieces of carbon crystal." Tang Banqing suddenly said, continuing to direct Lin Tian to add fuel.
Lin Tian did not dare to delay, grabbed four carbon crystals and tossed them in, while Tang Banqing stepped forward, extending both hands to press on the sword furnace.
As soon as her hands touched, the sword furnace made a "buzz" sound, and Tang Banqing’s hair lifted without wind, as if she was outputting true energy to the furnace!
A surge of robust true energy gushed out from her arms, injecting inside, and the flas inside the furnace grew rapidly, spinning furiously, with the teor heart at the center of the fiery whirlpool.
The steadfast teor heart finally began to change, its surface no longer the dark tallic sheen but instead a faintly dark red. This dark red continued to expand, turning into a bright red, like a piece of glowing hot iron.
Seeing the teor heart change, Old Tang finally showed a smile, his arm trembled, increasing the output of true energy, the flas roaring and twirling, transforming into a fiery dragon whirl.
The teor heart was heated more and more red, the slight protruding grains on its surface quietly softened, and the stone’s surface beca smooth and sleek. After half an hour, finally, the first drop of liquid appeared beneath the teor heart.
The liquid droplets grew larger, eventually dropping under gravity, rolling down along the grooves to the bottom squares of the sword furnace. The appearance of the first drop of liquid seed to signal the start of the lting process for the teor heart.
The second drop, the third drop... the molten liquid increased, drop by drop pooling into the bottom squares of the sword furnace. At this point, the bottom of the sword furnace contained three clusters of liquid: Ghost Orb, Sword of the King, and teor heart; more accurately, the latter liquid was the fusion of Sword of the King and tamorphic stone.
Another half hour passed, and the teor heart was finally completely lted, all liquid consolidated at the bottom of the sword furnace. Tang Banqing withdrew her hands, took a deep breath, appearing calm and undisturbed, showing no signs of weakness from outputting true energy.
Such deep skill, I wonder what level Old Tang is at, Lin Tian thought with slight admiration.
"Decades have passed since I beca a swordsmith, always thinking about how to slt the teor heart, and today, I’ve finally done it."
Tang Banqing expressed with slight emotion, happiness on her face, like a child who finally assembled a toy after much effort, that joy pure and unstained by any impurity, it was the heart of a swordsmith.
Charlotte was also happy; she was happy for Lin Tian. The teor heart lting ant moving to the next step in sword forging, one step closer to success.
Ling Zishan’s expression was sowhat peculiar, joy mixed with a slight regret that she directed at Lin Tian, seemingly because he hadn’t acted.
"Lin Tian, activate the chanism, start the great fusion!" After the emotion, Tang Banqing again directed, pointing to a chanism on the sword furnace.
Lin Tian stepped forward, pressed the chanism, producing a series of clucking sounds, and simultaneously, the bottom of the sword furnace changed, sections of the segntations retracted, and the squares connected into one.
Without the separation by squares, the three clusters of liquid flowed towards the center and then gathered together. According to Lin Tian’s idea, the liquid would fuse after gathering, but the three clusters of liquid did not rge, just like water and oil that don’t mix.
Tang Banqing slightly furrowed her brow and then said, "Four pieces of carbon crystal."
Lin Tian added them in as before, while Tang Banqing, like earlier, pressed her hands on the sword furnace, once again outputting true energy, with even more intensity this ti.
The flas spun violently, even causing the three liquids to levitate and swirl together, showing how vigorous Tang Banqing’s true energy output was.
No matter how intensely heated or spun, the three liquid groups still acted separately, ignoring each other, with no sign of rging.
"Kid, it’s your turn now. Ghost Orb, or Sword of the King, or teor heart, tamorphic stone, all are rare in the world, possessing spirituality. Tang Banqing can lt them, but to rge them into one is like putting three tigers on the sa mountain."
"In Huaxia, there’s a saying, ’One mountain cannot contain two tigers.’ If you want to gather them, there’s only one thod: subdue them, with a formidable posture, crushing everything, taming everything, thoroughly rging." The sword spirit unusually beca serious, urging Lin Tian to act.
Charlotte also looked at Lin Tian; though she couldn’t hear the sword spirit’s words, she knew Lin Tian’s capabilities. Within Lin Tian resided a terrifying fla, which made her, a Prince, tremble every ti she thought of it.
"Looking at him won’t help; even Old Tang couldn’t rge them, can he, an amateur, do it?" Ling Shuiyao saw Charlotte expectantly watching Lin Tian and couldn’t help but provocatively speak.
Lin Tian lifted his eyebrows, not targeting Ling Shuiyao, but because of Ling Zishan, noticing that when the Zishan Pavilion Master glanced over, her eyes faintly held expectation.
What’s going on? The Zishan Pavilion Master’s deanor is strange; my encounters with her are few, rely coincidental, why holds in such esteem? She is the great Pavilion Master of Langya Pavilion, also a mber of the Ling family. Lin Tian’s thoughts spun.
Simultaneously, he had an intuition that this regard wasn’t due to his status as a pharmacist, perhaps because of sothing else, which he couldn’t fathom at all.
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