However, it was obvious that Gongxi Kuangdao was overthinking things.
As ti passed, a fla enveloped the iron essence and a hazy halo erged from the surface of the crystal.
Ling Chuxi keenly observed the changes in the iron essence carefully and found the best opportunity to begin forging.
“How did this happen?” Gongxi Kuangdao was completely stunned. Ling Chuxi still didn’t show any signs of losing her strength. She was at ease as if it was effortless.
Even the previous clan leader of the Gongxi clan, and a few respected clan leaders, couldn’t have done it so easily. How did she do it?
With Ling Chuxi’s accomplishnts, the reputation of the Gongxi clan for tens of thousands of years was simply undeserved. At this mont, Gongxi Kuangdao was full of frustration, but at the sa ti, he was more convinced that the decision he made earlier right; Ling Chuxi was the only hope for the Gongxi clan to walk out of this hopeless situation.
The others also looked at Ling Chuxi with admiration. Previously, they had suspected that Ling Chuxi was able to successfully forge that dagger out of luck, but now? Could it be also because of luck? Without a doubt, Ling Chuxi’s forging talent had already surpassed any of the current Gongxi clansn. She was even comparable to the legendary forging masters, or perhaps even stronger than them.
Finally, an extrely beautiful Eight Wasteland Blade, filled with biting cold killing intent, appeared out of thin air in front of them. The blade’s cold yet bright light and exquisite cloud patterns were truly intoxicating.
The Eight Wasteland Blade started to buzz and hum.
Gongxi Kuangdao and the others’ hearts were in their throats. The spirit casting had begun.
As the Eight Wasteland Blade vibrated, Ling Chuxi’s Qi Ocean also shook. However, this ti, the Nine Gloom Absolute ridians in the seal did not change at all. Ling Chuxi knew that the spirit casting would not succeed this ti. If she wasn’t wrong, it was only when the item forged resonated with the Nine Gloom Absolute ridians could the spirit casting succeed.
Sure enough, just as Ling Chuxi had predicted, after a few hums, the Eight Wasteland Blade no longer responded. It laid quietly on the ground, apparently without any spirituality.
“What a pity.” Ling Chuxi couldn’t help but sigh.
However, there wasn’t a hint of disappointnt on Eight Wasteland Blade’s face. His mind was still in shock. Even after the entire process, Ling Chuxi’s face was only filled with disappointnt, not fatigue.
“My Lady, how did you do it? Even the elders of our clan need at least half a month to forge an Eight Wasteland Blade as it requires a lot of True Qi. How did you manage to do it so easily?” asked Gongxi Kuangdao.
“Just by feeling my way through.” Ling Chuxi had thought for a while before figuring out an answer that more or less captured how she thought she had done it.
She now understood the reason Gongxi Kuangdao and the others had to spend so much effort forging. It was to find ‘the feeling’. They weren’t able to determine the right amount of Qi needed to slt, the best timing to forge, or bear to waste the iron essence, so they could only sacrifice a large amount of True Qi and carefully control it along with the heat from the Lava Fire Crystal just to wait for ‘the feeling’. To put it bluntly, it was just a gamble.
Even after all that exhaustion and panting when forging the tip of the blade from the iron essence, only 1-2% of Gongxi Kuangdao’s efforts was successful in getting ‘the feeling’.
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