Chapter 116: Mysterious Potion

  The room fell silent once again, and Bi Luo continued her reverie. Gan Yue helped Ah Li put on his hat to sleep, but he couldn't shake off the past, leaving only Hua Lian Ying Er staring blankly at Gan Jing, with their recent conversations echoing in her mind.

  "No one abandoned you. You abandoned yourself." Shui Lianying murmured to herself, recalling everything from when she first set foot on the warrior's path: "Was it me who abandoned myself first? What kind of past did this young man have? How could he say something like that at his age?"

  The village's morning was filled with the breath of life, and Dryn had not yet reached the door of Blacksmith Blake's workshop. Suddenly, a burst of noise came from the usually quiet courtyard. "Blacksmith Blake, has that kid still not forged his own weapon? You're not trying to secretly keep him as an apprentice and play tricks on us, are you?"

  "I think it's like this too, you must be unwilling to let your apprentice be assigned to us, so you deliberately don't let him forge weapons"

  Coarse baritones and shrill sopranos turned Blake's blacksmith shop into a noisy marketplace.

  Dryad still remembered the two voices that weren't too familiar, the sturdy bear-like, bearded pharmacist Adams, and the mysterious pharmacist Orlara with a messy bun.

  Pushing open the slightly ajar courtyard gate, the creaking sound from the hinge attracted the attention of two medicine peddlers who were looking for Blake.

  "Hey there, kiddo! You're finally here! Xiaoyazi's robust body strode swiftly, taking a few large steps to catch up with Ganjing. His two big hands, covered in thick fur on the back, patted his shoulder: "Let's go! Let's go! Today, come with me to learn about the great elixir!"

  Eurora didn't block Blake's way anymore, and with quick steps, she ran to the door and intercepted the dryness that was about to be pushed away by Adams, saying: "Is the medicine great? Then the mysterious medicine is the greatest! If you want to learn, naturally learn from the greatest first."

  Adams' copper-bell-like eyes stared up. Taking advantage of his tall physique, he looked down at Eulara with a sense of oppression: "What's so great about that suicidal poison that's more deadly than lifesaving? Today, let's learn about medicine first."

  "Hmm!" Orlara suddenly straightened her waist, and only then did the mysterious medicine master with a messy hair appear. She had an inexplicable good figure, not particularly tall, but with a curvaceous body that was full of ups and downs: "Your medicine is good, for ordinary illnesses, eating so much medicine doesn't seem to work, it's as if people who are sick are treating the medicine as food to fill their bellies."

  "You,"

  "Shut up, you two!" Black's cigarette holder was thrust between the arguing pair, instantly separating the two pairs of eyes that had almost collided in sparks.

  "Twelve hours later, he will first go to the mysterious medicine room, and three hours later to the pharmacy." Black waved his hand at the two men who were arguing loudly as if they might fight at any moment, saying: "You can leave now."

  Two pharmacists from different fields stared at each other blankly for several seconds, then looked at the thousand-pound iron hammer in Blake's other hand, and the last bit of opposition in their pupils disappeared.

  Good

  The two of them weakly and vaguely responded with a "yes", reluctantly looking at Qian Jin, step by step walking out of the ironwork courtyard.

  Taking the opportunity to carefully observe Black, the old blacksmith, those two pharmacists who were also demon-slaying warriors didn't even have a thought of resisting him. It's probably not just because he has high prestige? Maybe this old blacksmith isn't just good at forging iron, but is also quite powerful when he really gets going?

  "Ten hours later, Blake returned to the corner behind the door, huddled up with a cigarette holder, making it hard for people to associate him with a formidable figure: "Go read the book you want to see in two hours."

  Qian Gan walked towards the iron forge with a silly smile, his own thoughts still couldn't surpass Blake's. During his time managing the library at Qian's house, he had grown accustomed to and enjoyed reading books, so not taking a look at the numerous professional iron forging books in the room made him feel like hundreds of monkeys were scratching and clawing inside him.

  Took a deep breath, the 108th move of the "Dǎo Qì" technique was executed to its limit at a speed of sixty revolutions per minute! The iron hammer was grasped with force and the right foot tapped swiftly! The charcoal in the furnace shook violently as the power of Wàn Yǐng had already shifted the Qián Jìn to another position!

  Blake's half-closed eyes lit up, and the half-dead cigarette in the ashtray also burst into flames at this moment, bursting out with an unprecedented crimson glow.

  Eighteen hammers of the Rising Edge, the second hammer heavily smashed onto the iron anvil, squeezing out a beautiful red flame, using the recoil to move in another direction with the Shadow Shift.

  "Halt!" Blake said, raising his hand. "You're not allowed to use your ki, nor can you use the Iron Forging Breathing Method. You can only use it when your physical strength is exhausted."

  Bang!

  Having lost the assistance of Dou Qi, Gan Jing's strong body was still unable to truly complete Wan Ying's movement, and his body heavily crashed onto the ground.

  "Can it really be done without using ki? Dryn shook his head, somewhat skeptical, and let out a sigh. He then recalled that when Blake was performing the Thousand Shadows, he hadn't sensed him using ki or the Iron Forging Breathing Method."

  "You can do it, I can do it too. Wiping away the dirt on my face from the fall earlier"

  After drying: "Left comes!" No big deal, just fall down again!

  Bang, bang, bang, in the small ironwork courtyard, the flying dust was getting more and more, although Feng Yun's body guaranteed that he couldn't feel the pain of the collision, but it still couldn't eliminate the numbness brought by fatigue, sweat unknowingly had already soaked through his clothes.

  Blake's eyes, half-asleep and half-awake, shone with a very weak sense of satisfaction in the small pupil at the door. The speed of progress doesn't matter, what matters is persistence.

  Ten hours

  Lying on the ground, panting violently. Casting admiring glances at Uncle Blake not far away, no matter how much his own strength is enhanced, this old blacksmith uncle's tempering can always squeeze out the last bit of power from within himself, the aura, and the fervor of iron forging breathing technique.

  After a short rest, he went to the hot spring that restored his strength with a dry and vigorous gait. Although the demonic energy from the three battles and the iron breathing method's power couldn't be recovered, his physical strength and exhausted spirit were restored to their peak state.

  Books! Books! He dashed into the small thatched cottage filled with ironwork, devouring Black's works like a starving man: "Fundamental Analysis of Forging"

  No matter what discipline, practice alone is not enough and the corresponding theoretical knowledge cannot be lacking either. Especially different casting techniques, different metal combinations, and different ways of applying force to various weapon positions are all recorded in these books, Uncle Blake never speaks out loud.

  As for the True Strategist's Imperial Dynasty? Records of such forging techniques also belong to a class of secrets, usually only a select few are qualified to peruse them, and their secrecy is in no way inferior to that of the Secret Art of Qi.

  Blake peered through the crack in the door, carefully sizing up Gan Jing. The admiration in his eyes grew more and more. A blacksmith who only knew how to hammer away at iron would forever be just a blacksmith, never a master craftsman, let alone a divine craftsman!

  The more I read, the more I feel the weight of the book in my hand. This thin book condenses the author's hard work and dedication, which is worth much more than thousands or even millions of kilograms. Many experiences and feelings from hammering iron can be seen in this book, and some records have even opened up new perspectives that I hadn't thought of before. Moreover, while reading, I was able to correct some small mistakes.

  A treasure! If the Dou Qi Secret Method is a secret treasure for warriors, then Black's works are a small treasure or even a great treasure for any blacksmith! Compared to the authentic Dou Qi Secret Method of the Zhen Cai Huang Dynasty, books on forging are relatively scarce.

  Two hours of time for Qian Jin who loves reading is just a snap of the fingers and it's gone.

  "What a pity, can't take it out" Qian Jin shook his head and sighed, carefully putting "The Basic Analysis of Forging" back in its original position, and placed a piece of wood shavings on the page he had read to use as a bookmark.

  Mysterious Medicine Room, Qian Jin had been here before. Last time he came to buy the medicine powder that could quickly restore physical strength when placed in water.

  For that one visit, Qian Jin still has lingering fears to this day. Who knows whether the moment he steps into the room, a terrifying explosion more powerful than any magic spell will occur, sending him flying back to the stars? In the history of mysterious alchemists, there are no lack of rumors about demon hunters being blown to death due to experimental explosions.

  One hundred and sixty holes of the vortex were rotating at a high speed of sixty revolutions per minute. Qian Jing stepped into the mysterious medicine shop of Oula, making a cautious look around, ready to turn back and escape at any moment.

  Just like the first two times, Orla was wearing a red apron, busily surrounding the test tubes that carried different strange potions, occasionally mixing two different ones together, making the already boiling and rolling ones even more turbulent, as if they might explode at any moment.

  "Is that so? Eurila put down the test tube in her hand and raised her head. She beckoned to Qianjin with a wave of her hand: "Come here."

  Qianjin followed Orla to the backyard of the store, passing by those bubbling test tubes with utmost vigilance.

  Eurila walked quickly in front, not looking at what was under her feet. She stepped on a purple flower stem and heard the plant let out a piercing soprano scream.

  Eurax seemed to have not heard anything. She continued walking forward, and when her shoes left the purple flower, the plant's mournful cry also stopped.

  Yesterday was so much fun! The high-rise building is very exciting, and we will continue to open our own today. If the monthly ticket is rushed to 1000, I will add two more chapters in addition to the original chapter that should be added.

  I currently have only this chapter in hand, and I will be able to update more after going home later. It will take about an hour or so, then the second chapter of today's normal update will be sent up.

  Our goal is just to scare Chen Dong a little if we have the chance, nothing else.

  Come on, come on, Chi Wu Qiang Ma Qiao. I'm looking forward to it, and I look forward even more to the two chapters of Zhang Yue's ticket being updated today.