Chapter 655: Chapter 639 Dragon Sparrow Has Grown Up
Extracting materials from finished products should be a very complex process. Even modern industry needs to undergo a lot of trouble and multiple treatnts to achieve this, and it’s not sothing that can be solved with just a forging furnace.
But in the fantasy world, this isn’t a problem, the only issue is whether you can find a fla hot enough to slt a divine artifact level trident.
The Nanming Li Fire here happens to et this standard. Watching the trident slowly lt, Zhao Changhe grew even more certain, thinking that this fire is indeed stronger than the Vermilion Bird. This fla still cos from a very distant source; he couldn’t imagine what it would be like at its core… The trigger for Vermilion Bird’s breakthrough might likely be found here.
Under the enhancent of Xuanwu’s forging skill, as long as you can lt the tal, it will automatically separate the materials.
However, Zhao Changhe found that he still couldn’t escape the eye behind him.
At the very least, even if you could separate the molten tal into different materials using the fantasy world’s casting thod, how could you recognize what each part was made of? It would be impossible to distinguish clearly with the naked eye.
Now, with the Qi Observation Skill, he could roughly make out that the energy reactions in different areas were not quite the sa, but to be more precise, he had to use the eye behind him.
The eye behind him was the God Demon Eye; it was naturally many levels higher than human eyes, akin to upgrading viewing skills several levels. With the enhancent of the eye behind him and using the Qi Observation Skill, he could finally see every detail within the glowing red molten tal—it felt like he could almost see the elental composition, truly reducing the world to its essence.
As Zhao Changhe watched, he suddenly thought about what if soone with the level of blindness possessed by the God Demon Eye reduced everything in the world to basic particles? It would be normal for such a being to lack emotions, seeing people as just collections of cells, right?
Since it’s all reduced to its basic components, the face wash I gave you is pretty good too, so why the temper…
With a whoosh! Zhao Changhe’s True Qi probed into the molten tal, accurately separating different parts, which were soon cast aside and beca blocks of tal with varying colors.
The forging in this fantasy world is really interesting… Zhao Changhe actually found himself enjoying it, feeling like it was a ga, very surreal. No wonder Old Xia treated this world as a ga, it really feels like it at many tis, especially when the server-wide announcent occurs in the sky.
And… having a sword that talks to you also feels like that.
“Dragon Sparrow, be good, don’t be afraid of the pain, let’s refine you…”
“I do not need reforging, no need, do you hear?”
“Say ‘small fry’.”
“Small fry, they are all small fry, there is no need for reforging!”
Zhao Changhe was completely satisfied.
He then gently stroked the pattern: “Old Xia’s Dragon Sparrow pattern is rather simple, I have at least learned so painting from Wanzhuang, and redoing it will definitely look better.”
Dragon Sparrow: “…Oh, that’s fine.”
Zhao Changhe carefully shoved Dragon Sparrow into the furnace fire, seeing his cautious manner, Dragon Sparrow both angry and amused said, “I have no sense of pain, I am a saber; you usually clash with other people’s swords without feeling bad, and now you hesitate? How could I have such a foolish master?”
“Putting it into fire feels different… foolish as I may be, I am still your master.”
“Bah!” Dragon Sparrow hums, “This fire can’t even lt , just shove it in, it’s a waste of ti!”
You might as well say I’m a small fry too…
Zhao Changhe shoved the saber into the furnace and watched as the fire began slowly turning Dragon Sparrow red, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest.
It couldn’t really be treated like a ga after all.
Upon closer inspection, there were indeed minor chips on Dragon Sparrow’s blade that were not noticeable at a casual glance. With careful thought, it was understandable; after such prolonged battles, facing materials like the Sea Emperor Trident, how could it not wear down… It ant it really was ti for reforging, at least re-forging the blade.
Fortunately, it did not need to be lted back into molten tal, just softened enough to be hamred, while the material to be added needed to be lted into molten tal and poured into Dragon Sparrow to allow full absorption and integration.
Moreover… it seed that the remaining materials from Old Xia forging the Heavenly Vault, like Night Sand, could also be used here.
Putting aside the significance of Night Sand for nightti, in terms of using it on weapons, it bears a special notion of “not in this ti or place, continuously moving and flowing,” which, when integrated into one’s own skills like “Hell is Like This” and “Listening to the Spring Rain on a Small Building,” added surreal effects to these surprise-attack-type sword skills.
After Dragon Sparrow turned completely red and soft, and the materials intended for infusion began to absorb, Zhao Changhe took it out of the furnace. Just out of the furnace, Dragon Sparrow hands on hips said, “Told you it couldn’t lt !”
He couldn’t help but visualize the hands on hips… Zhao Changhe felt he was a pervert, picked up the forging hamr beside the furnace, and without a word, swung it down.
Thinking it couldn’t lt, yet it’s softened to such an extent, one hamr swing could deform it… Stupid little thing just needs a hamr.
Then that thing even retorted: “As if that crappy hamr could move !”
“Clang!”
Dragon Sparrow twitched.
It wasn’t pain—it indeed didn’t have a sense of pain, it’s rather like feeling refreshed.
Because everything infused into it genuinely strengthened it, similar to the refreshing feeling humans get from a Cultivation breakthrough, this refreshing feeling often exceeds the pleasure derived from carnal acts, which is why many powerful beings lose interest in carnal desires and ditate instead, because the refreshing feeling overwhelms and substitutes.
Dragon Sparrow did not feel pain or pleasure physically, but it seed to sense it psychologically.
Zhao Changhe could tell, so he teased it, “Why are you not talking? Did the hamring hurt?”
Dragon Sparrow was furious, “How could such a lousy hamr hurt , weakling!”
Having learned the word “weakling” was satisfying…
“Dang,” Zhao Changhe swung the hamr again, “The hamr might be a weakling, but I am not, call master.”
“…I won’t.”
“Dang!”
“I won’t!”
Zhao Changhe stopped hamring.
Dragon Sparrow: “…Master.”
“Dang! Shout it again, let’s hear it, and I will hamr the important parts.”
“Master.”
The blind man, annoyed, watched on with folded arms as he ‘trained’ a saber, unable to muster any comnt.
They say Xia Longyuan is as childish as a bear kid, but aren’t you just the sa, dreadfully childish—a big kid, and quite perverse at that.
But to be fair, this perverse talent was really outrageous…
Fantasy forging, although not as complicated and detailed in its processes as those in the modern world, was simplistic at first glance; however, its demands for precision were no less than those of modern technology, even more so. Take the separation of various materials for instance, a slight deviation in control could result in impurities in the separated materials. Yet Zhao Changhe, on his first attempt, was more accurate than laser cutting.
The subsequent forging and casting were similar, the new materials needed to be uniformly combined within the saber without the slightest deviation; otherwise, inconsistent thickness and uneven materials would degrade its strength than before. But in Zhao Changhe’s hands, there was absolutely no deviation at all.
This was due to his fantastic control in martial arts and concentration in spiritual power, and also related to his talent. There were many who knew the solution to a problem but still ssed up, whereas mistakes rarely happened to Zhao Changhe. If he knew how to do it, he could almost always execute it perfectly, especially considering this was his first hands-on attempt. This was his talent—specifically physical movent, and clearly, blacksmithing was part of it.
Hmm… was ‘that thing’ also part of it?
When it ca to painting, which should technically fall under manual skills, he only learned it averagely, wondering what he actually picked up during the tis he studied music, chess, painting, calligraphy with Tang Wanzhuang. Just to get intimate with the master, flaunting his skills only on the master’s body…
Fortunately, he still learned sothing, sowhat better than Xia Longyuan, with slightly better taste. Thus, the patterns he recarved indeed looked sowhat better than those Xia Longyuan had done.
Patterns of a dragon-headed bird with gnashing teeth gradually covered both sides of the blade, proportionate and fierce in expression.
After cooling, the blade was pitch black; it seed that adding a bit of Night Sand made the blade turn this black—with a faint hint of dark red not from material but from Zhao Changhe’s unique sword intent infused during forging, which was the Blood Evil Qi.
The Dragon Sparrow Saber once belonged to Xia Longyuan, imbued with the intent to conquer and display imperial dominance. Now that intent remained, supplented with Blood Evil and the night sky.
This was truly Zhao Changhe’s own saber. Throughout the forging process, the Sword Spirit kept on calling him master, and now, it seed brainwashed, completely transford from body to soul.
Zhao Changhe waited as it cooled down, then grabbed the hilt and reached with his consciousness inside.
A ponytailed young girl stood there, hands on her hips, glaring at the “intruding” master, “Even if you are the master, you can’t just enter my ho like that!”
Zhao Changhe blinked.
This was his first ti seeing the Dragon Sparrow Saber Spirit in manifested form.
So it was right. It was a little girl, probably a Lolita before, and now she had grown up…
According to forging scriptures, sentient weapons are divided into heavenly, earth, and human grades. Originally at most a middle human grade, it had a sentient but shapeless consciousness presence.
Now it was mostly of earth grade, and likely upper earth grade.
Why not heavenly grade?
Clearly, it related to the master’s own intent. Your sword intent was perhaps not even at a human grade level; it had ascended to earth grade rely due to the extraordinary material quality. Why would it reach the heavens?
To achieve a heavenly grade, it was no longer a matter of material but nurturing the spirit with one’s sword intent. The stronger the person, the stronger the sword.
Also… this girl didn’t look like Xia Longyuan at all. I thought I’d see a sisterly version of Chichi, since, in a sense, Dragon Sparrow could also be considered Xia’s child.
But looking at this… the features actually bore a shadow of Zhao Changhe himself…
Zhao Changhe was very handso, recognized as dashing despite his scarred appearance. That style was not sothing just anyone could pull off. If the child inherited his facial genes, then the males would be handso, and the females would be heroic beauties, no doubt about it.
The problem is, who is your mom?
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