Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 413 Divine Pattern Cast Armor

On the river bank, the sound of heavy hammers could be heard one after another, drowning out the sound of the waterfall lapping at the bank.

The furnaces were burning brightly, and you could feel the heat wave coming from a distance away. Nearly a hundred big men were either forging iron with heavy hammers, quenching, or polishing, all in an orderly manner.

Not far away on the river bank, Xin Wenhua was directing a group of disciples to carry iron materials. On the side, Jing Shuhu and Lei Jingchuan were watching.

The four great craftsmen joining forces to forge weapons did not cause any ripples in the world, but for a sect that made weapons, this was a rare event.

Lei Jingchuan and Lei Jingchuan have come here to watch almost every day since they arrived.

"The kid's Dragon Shocking Hammer Technique is progressing very slowly. I guess it's almost perfect?"

Lei Jingchuan looked at Qiao Tianhe. Compared to the other three master craftsmen, Wan Chuan only brought him here. Compared to the others, he was the youngest, but his skills were not bad.

"This kid is very spiritual. If nothing happens, he is expected to become a master craftsman. It's no wonder that Wan Chuan only takes him with him wherever he goes."

Jing Shuhu was very relaxed, sitting on the bench and eating fruit snacks.

"The Wanchuan lineage is really lucky. There are several master craftsmen before and after them, and the reputation of the Seven Star Palace has become much greater."

Lei Jingchuan commented on Qiao Tianhe, but actually looked around and realized that all the disciples taken by these master craftsmen were geniuses in making weapons, skilled in skills and full of spirituality.

"Talk about luck."

Jing Shuhu paused and looked not far away. Li Yuan was walking slowly with a hammer in hand.

"It took seven hundred years of luck to create Li Yuan. What a blessing for the sect."

Lei Jingchuan wiped his beard and was in a good mood. He didn't dislike Wan Chuan so much now.

"Mr. Lei, Great Elder, don't you want to give it a try?"

Li Yuan was not in a hurry to open fire and came over. The Grand Master took care of them. Although the two men's injuries were not fully healed, they were mostly recovered.

"No rush."

Glancing at Lei Jingchuan who was about to try, Jing Shuhu stopped in time: "This is a top-notch magic weapon. Do you dare to take action?"

"this……"

Lei Jingchuan was speechless, he really didn't dare.

"Senior Brother Lin still has a lot of unused iron materials. If you want to try your hand at it, I'll ask him to borrow it."

As Li Yuan spoke, Lin Tingfeng put down his hammer and strode over to greet him. He heard it and had no objection:

"Brother Lei, if you want it, Lin will go get it right now."

"Thank you very much, Captain Lin."

Lei Jingchuan's eyes lit up and he quickly cupped his hands to express his thanks.

The corners of Jing Shuhu's mouth moved but he said nothing. Lin Tingfeng, on the other hand, observed his words and smiled and said:

"There are so many left and right. If Brother Jing is interested, why not come and give it a try?"

"Well, thank you very much, Captain Lin."

Jing Shuhu also stood up to say thanks. After watching it for almost a month, his hands were really itchy.

"Then let's go together and pick out some iron materials first?"

Lin Tingfeng invited them, and the two of them immediately left together.

"Senior Brother Xin, where is Senior Uncle Nie?"

After watching several people go away, Li Yuan turned around. Xin Wenhua was holding the Chunyang Sword blueprint, his brows furrowed. He had learned some weapon-making skills.

"You're looking for me?"

Li Yuan's tone was not low, but before Xin Wenhua could speak, Nie Xianshan, who was sitting cross-legged on top of the waterfall, opened his eyes and looked over.

"Uncle Master."

Li Yuan bowed his hands in greeting, and was thinking about how to speak. He was no stranger to borrowing money, but this was his first time borrowing blood.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say!"

Nie Xianshan didn't like procrastination the most. His voice was still erratic, and he had already reached the riverside. He frowned slightly as he looked at the burning stove.

In order to create the Pure Yang Sword, he had been preparing for seventy years and spent a lot of money to hire four great craftsmen. At this time, as the creation progressed, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"this……"

Li Yuan thought for a while and then got straight to the point:

"Uncle Master, my disciple has newly learned a strange weapon-casting technique, which can improve his weapon-casting skills, but..."

Qimen casting weapons?

Nie Xianshan's eyes flashed: "What can I borrow?"

"Blood."

"Blood?"

Nie Xianshan frowned slightly: "The animal blood is all in the pool. You can choose which one you want. It's worth asking me for such a trivial matter... Well, what kind of blood do you want to borrow?"

As Nie Xianshan said, he also noticed something was wrong. This boy has never been a polite person.

"Your blood."

"What?"

Xin Wenhua was startled, his voice was too high, and the master craftsmen who were immersed in blacksmithing also frowned and looked over.

"My blood?"

Nie Xianshan was not shocked or angry, but just curious:

"I do know that when hammering a magic weapon, you need to 'quench the blood to recognize the master'. What, are you going to give your dragon scale armor to me?"

The old Taoist's voice was rare and gentle. This boy could remember him, which shows his filial piety.

Thinking, he glared at Xin Wenhua, who felt cold all over and was surprised, Junior Brother Li is so generous?

"..."

Li Daoye was suddenly speechless. How could he be such a generous person?

"The iron materials, fine gold, and spiritual charcoal used in this dragon scale armor are all provided by you..."

"Okay."

Glancing at Li Yuan, who was obviously a bit off-putting, Nie Xianshan raised his hand to interrupt. Although the words were polite, he felt comfortable listening to them.

"What I want is just a sword. It's better to keep your armor."

Nie Xianshan put his hands behind his back: "How much do you want?"

"Well……"

Li Yuan thought about the size of his dragon scale armor and tentatively said:

"A bucket?"

"..."

Nie Xianshan's beard started to flutter, and he almost thought he heard wrongly:

"More, how much?"

Crack~

Li Yuan seemed to hear the sound of the ground cracking under his feet, and felt a little uneasy: "One... uh, half a bucket, half a bucket is enough, or, you decide to give me some?"

"One bucket, you really dare to open your teeth!"

Nie Laodao blew his beard and glared, what did this kid think of him, a blood Vajra?

"If my disciple can master this treasure refining technique, it may also help to forge the Pure Yang Sword..."

Li Yuan was a little embarrassed, he didn't really want so much, but this tricky treasure refining technique required so much.

"No."

Nie Xianshan glared at him unhappily. If it was Xin Wenhua, he would have slapped the wall.

Let you spit a bucket...

"Forget it."

Li Yuan was already thinking about which senior brother to find to raise blood.

But he felt a little sorry in his heart. The blood of a top master was much better than that of a great warrior who had exchanged blood.

"Bring the bucket!"

"Ah?"

Looking at the expressionless Nie Laodao, Li Yuan's heart was shocked, and he felt the importance this old Taoist attached to the Pure Yang Sword.

"Here it is."

Xin Wenhua reacted and picked up the iron bucket at his feet.

Nie Xianshan glared at him, then looked at Li Yuan:

"I hope it will really help in casting weapons."

After saying that, without waiting for Li Yuan to answer, he stretched out his hand, and without any movement, a drop of blood came out from the tip of his finger and fell into the bucket, making a "ding-dong" sound.

"This blood?"

Li Yuan leaned over and found that Nie Laodao's blood was crystal clear, without any impurities, and it was spinning in the bucket, and it was unexpectedly condensed.

Ding-dong ding-dong~

After a drop of blood, blood came out from Nie Xianshan's finger like a thin line, and soon, it covered the bottom of the bucket.

"That's all!"

Nie Xianshan took back his hand: "Is it enough?"

"It should be enough?"

Li Yuan stopped when he saw that it was going well, and reached out to take the iron bucket. It was slightly heavy in his hand. The blood of this old Taoist was much more condensed than those of the spirit beast kings. Not only did it not disperse, but it also did not coagulate.

Not only did it not have a bloody smell, but it also had a faint scent of grass and wood.

"Hmm."

Nie Xianshan pinched his fingers. The blood had already come out, so he naturally wanted to see what this kid's so-called Qimen Refining Treasure Technique was.

"Let's get started."

"Okay."

Li Yuan walked to the casting platform with the bucket. Xin Wenhua followed him, turned on the furnace for him, and filled it with spiritual rice charcoal. He was also a little curious.

"This kid..."

Wanchuan glanced at him with his peripheral vision while hammering the iron. Then he immersed himself in the hammering.

After several months of deliberation and argument, the four finally decided to try it themselves. They used slightly inferior iron materials to forge it once first, and finally the four discussed it again.

"Hu~"

Li Yuan put down the heavy hammer, took out a prototype of inner armor from under the forging table, and shook it gently. The inner armor had already spread out and turned into pieces of iron the size of a palm.

This dragon scale inner armor was selected from several inner armor drawings passed down to him by Jing Shuhu. All the natural materials and treasures needed came from Nie Xianshan.

Before, he only had the last step left, quenching.

Now that he wants to try the treasure refining technique, he naturally has to re-forge it and then quench it.

Om~

Li Yuan calmed his mind and followed his thoughts. The thunder dragon-shaped dragon Kun chasing the Ten Thousand Thunder Stone in the spiritual land had trembled and turned into a large stream of light.

There is also a corresponding visualization method for treasure refining.

However, it is not to observe people or objects, but to observe fire.

Normally, this ball of fire should be based on the spiritual image, but he has no spiritual image, so he can only visualize it for the time being. After all, the tricky treasure refining technique requires blood.

"If you want to soak the dragon scales in this little blood... you have to add water."

On the way here, Li Yuan had pondered over it many times in his mind, and now he was confident.

While muttering, he took out various waters for quenching and poured them into the iron bucket according to a certain proportion.

Swish!

Water vapor suddenly rose from the iron bucket, as if cold water was poured into hot oil.

Li Yuan observed carefully and found that the blood of this old Taoist was terribly condensed. No matter how he stirred it, water was still water and blood was still blood.

"This density..."

Li Yuan was a little shocked, but this situation was also recorded in the Wei Dao Refining Art. He immediately put the iron bucket on the forging table.

"This, is this forging a weapon?"

Looking at Li Yuan putting the iron bucket on the fire and stirring it while adding water, not only Nie Xianshan and his apprentice, but also the four great craftsmen who were watching from the corner of their eyes were a little surprised.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like boiling medicine, right?

"What a nice smell!"

"What kind of blood is this? Why is it so fragrant?"

"It doesn't look like blood. Is it an elixir?"

Qiao Tianhe put down the forging hammer and couldn't help but take a deep breath. The other blacksmiths also stopped. A strong aroma of plants and trees filled the entire river bank.

All those who smelled it felt refreshed, as if they had swallowed a big pill that refreshed their minds.

"This blood smells so good..."

Xin Wenhua was a little surprised. It wasn't that he was ignorant. He really had never seen anyone boil the blood of a master.

"What are you doing?"

Nie Xianshan's face turned black.

"Don't be impatient, old man."

The aroma was too strong. Li Yuan swallowed his saliva subconsciously. Seeing that Nie Laodao raised his palm, he quickly started the next step.

Put the several iron materials prepared in advance into the iron bucket one by one.

Swish~~

The water vapor rose high, and the aroma like an elixir became stronger.

At this point, all the blacksmiths put down their hammers and came over. They had never seen such a method of casting weapons before.

"Huh!"

Li Yuan took a deep breath and turned to internal breathing to avoid being disturbed by the fragrance.

He pressed the red-hot iron barrel with both hands, thinking of a ball of fire in his mind. The black whale's true energy poured into the iron barrel like a tide, and wisps of lightning flashed.

The black whale's energy was useless for casting weapons. He urged the true energy to use it as a medium to sense the so-called "divine pattern" contained in the treasures of heaven and earth.

Buzz!

Li Yuan half-closed his eyes, and the scene appeared in his mind.

In the iron barrel, he only put three kinds of rare iron materials, and their characteristics were incompatible with each other, and even conflicted.

"The art of refining treasures, picking divine patterns to combine, turning decay into magic... can ignore the properties of the iron itself, light and heavy, ice and fire can coexist."

A thought flashed through his mind, and Li Yuan changed his palm. With the help of a bunch of spiritual blessing items, the scene reflected in his mind became clearer and clearer.

First, it was blood.

In his perception, Nie Laodao's blood was like a sharp sword, intertwined with each other like a formation, constantly strangling the iron soaked in it.

He could sense that these kinds of iron were being peeled off at a very fast speed.

"Good guy, this is more powerful than high-strength sulfuric acid."

Li Yuan was a little shocked, and his mental power was highly concentrated. Soon, as the blood was deeply immersed, he saw a very subtle light.

This light seemed to be illusory and existed in the deepest part of the iron.

"Is this the divine pattern?"

Li Yuan was very interested in this, but even if he was highly focused, he only saw the light flashing, and then two more flashed and were peeled off from the iron.

Immersed in the blood.

"Is this how you pick it?"

Li Yuan suddenly realized the secret of this strange treasure refining technique. This blood is just a means to replace the spirit and pick the divine pattern.

"Swish!"

Li Yuan opened his eyes and his forging table was almost surrounded by people.

He seemed not to notice it, but carefully sifted out the impurities in the iron bucket one by one, and then, the pieces of iron that were burning red in the flames, like dragon scales, were thrown into it.

Hiss!

The water vapor and thick smoke rose high.

Li Yuan still put his hands on the red-hot iron bucket, covered with true energy.

In his perception, the blood suddenly did not have the strong corrosive attack as before, and wrapped the scales inside, as if to use this method to imprint the divine pattern on the iron sheet.

"What is he doing?"

Li Yuan was immersed in it, but the divine craftsmen and disciples who were watching were quite surprised. This was not the weapon casting technique they understood at all.

Only Wanchuan, Jiang Xie and the other four were aware of something, and they were the closest.

"Buzz!"

At a certain moment, Li Yuan suddenly opened his eyes and took a step back. Without his true energy, the iron bucket immediately melted into molten iron.

"Huh?!"

A large cloud of smoke rose up, and Nie Xianshan's eyelids jumped. He saw the blood-colored dragon scales rising into the air, circling each other, and in an instant, they had turned into a blood-colored little dragon!