Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

Chapter 129 Forging Sacred Artifacts

"No!"

Ouyang Nan shook his head, dismissing the absurd idea from his mind.

"I'll see! He's not just some charlatan!"

Just then!

Ye Feng began.

The first step in crafting weapons is called smelting.

Ye Feng used his mental power to create invisible flames, which began to scorch the blade of the Soul-Slaying Blade.

To reach the level of a sacred artifact, the purity of the material must be further increased.

He controlled his mental energy, constantly transforming it into flames.

The flames gradually changed from red to blue.

The temperature of the flames is constantly rising.

The difference between crafting weapons and cooking lies here: controlling the heat depends entirely on experience.

Ye Feng maintained precise control over the temperature of his spiritual flame.

He used high temperatures to peel away the impurities from the blade bit by bit.

The impurities turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air under high temperature, and the volume of the blade shrank slightly.

"Not bad, not bad! This ability to transform spirit into fire is quite impressive!"

Seeing how skilled Ye Feng was, Ouyang Nan couldn't help but praise him.

Ye Feng then threw the Crimson Blood Black Gold, the Netherworld Cold Iron, and the Star Meteorite into the spiritual flame in turn.

The three materials melted rapidly at high temperatures, turning into three blobs of different colors of liquid.

Ye Feng manipulated the three clumps of liquid, evenly fusing them into the blade of the Soul-Slaying Longsword.

"good!"

Ouyang Nan couldn't help but shout "Good!"

Ouyang Tian couldn't help but complain.

"Grandpa! What's so special about that! I can do that too!"

Ouyang Nan slapped Ouyang Tian.

"You know nothing! Your skills are pathetic!"

"This process requires extremely precise control. Don't even mention you! I'm not even sure I can do it better than him!"

"The three materials have different melting points, different fusion speeds, and different penetration depths."

"A deviation in any step will lead to the failure of the entire refining process."

Ouyang Nan stood to the side watching this scene, and couldn't help but marvel, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

The young man's technique didn't seem like he was forging weapons; it was more like he was doing something he had repeated countless times.

Every movement was precise to the millimeter, and every output of mental energy was just right, without the slightest waste.

This cannot be explained by talent alone.

Unless he has some special lineage.

"Brilliant," Ouyang Nan thought to himself.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to.

Over time.

Ye Feng began the second process, which was called reshaping.

After the fusion was completed, the appearance of the Soul-Slaying Blade began to change.

The blade became longer and more slender, with a slightly raised spine and a blade as thin as a cicada's wing.

The blood-red gem on the hilt was removed and replaced with a star crystal core extracted from a meteorite.

Ouyang Tian stood to the side, his mouth agape.

He was just mocking Ye Feng for being a country bumpkin, but now this country bumpkin is forging a sacred artifact right in front of him.

And his grandfather would occasionally offer a word of praise from the side.

When I was crafting magical artifacts.

Grandpa never praised himself.

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Feng had already reached the third stage of weapon refining.

The third stage is called Engraving.

This is also the most important and most complicated step.

Ye Feng's forehead began to sweat.

The number of spirit arrays required to forge a sacred artifact far exceeds the number of spirit artifacts themselves.

The Soul-Slaying Blade requires as many as 360 spirit arrays to be inscribed.

They were divided into three groups.

Attack formation.

Defensive array.

Auxiliary array group.

There are 360 ​​spirit arrays, and each one requires extremely precise mental control.

There can be no deviation whatsoever.

Otherwise, at best, it will affect the final quality; at worst, it will cause the entire array to collapse and the refining process to fail.

Ye Feng's spiritual power transformed into countless hair-thin carving knives, simultaneously carving inside and on the surface of the blades.

Ouyang Nan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is!"

"Simultaneous inscription of internal and external arrays! It's actually simultaneous inscription of internal and external arrays! This is an ancient weapon-forging technique that has been lost for a long time."

"It is said that there is a tattered ancient book in the library of the main Taoist temple that records this technique, but the book is incomplete and the contents are vague, so no one can learn anything from it."

"How did this young man learn that?"

Ouyang Nan didn't know.

All he knew was that this young man's skill in weapon crafting far surpassed his own.

The other blacksmiths in the workshop had long since stopped what they were doing.

They all gathered around to watch the spectacle.

As they watched Ye Feng's weapon-refining techniques and listened to Ouyang Nan's occasional low gasps of amazement, their expressions shifted from curiosity to shock.

"Who is this young man? I've never seen him before?"

"I don't know, they seem to be guests brought by City Lord Xiong."

"His technique is so fast! Each stroke is fluid and precise, without a single pause. How many years of practice must one have to achieve such a steady hand?"

"The key is those spirit arrays. Did you understand them? I don't understand them at all!"

"It's understandable that you don't understand it. That's a Saint-level spirit array. It's no wonder that a weapon refiner like you, who hasn't even reached the Spirit level, can't understand it."

Whispers rose and fell.

No one is afraid to speak loudly.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to Ye Feng's every move.

They are witnessing the birth of a legend.

A young man not yet twenty years old was refining a sacred artifact in front of the head of a branch of the Taoist academy.

The last spirit array was completed.

Three hundred and sixty spirit arrays lit up simultaneously.

A dazzling golden light emanated from both the inside and the surface of the blade, forming a complete array of light on the blade.

The light array slowly rotated, causing the dark red light on the blade to flow along with it.

The blade trembled slightly, emitting a crisp humming sound, as if life was being nurtured within it.

Ye Feng withdrew his mental energy, opened his eyes, and saw sweat on his forehead.

One hour.

In one hour, a high-grade spirit-level longsword was upgraded to a high-grade saint-level longsword.

In the entire Great Xia Dynasty, the number of weapon refiners capable of forging sacred artifacts can be counted on one hand.

It takes anyone ten days or even several months to forge a sacred artifact.

In just one hour, Ye Feng upgraded a Spirit-grade superior item to a Saint-grade superior item in front of everyone.

The entire workshop was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned, as if they had been frozen in place.

Ouyang Tian's mouth dropped open, and his jaw almost dislocated.

He stared blankly at the longsword in Ye Feng's hand, which emanated a Saint-level aura.

Ouyang Nan took a few steps forward, walked to the weapon-refining platform, reached out, and carefully picked up the long sword.

His hand trembled slightly the moment his fingers touched the blade.

A warm, gentle force flowed from the blade into his palm.

He closed his eyes and probed the inside of the blade with his mental energy.

Three hundred and sixty spirit arrays, each one exquisitely carved.

The connections between the formations are seamless, and the coordination of the formation groups is perfectly natural.

What surprised him the most was!

He saw formations he had never seen before!

"What a fine knife!" Ouyang Nan murmured.

"A fine knife! A fine knife!"

He said it three times, opened his eyes and looked at Ye Feng, his gaze changing.

It's no longer about scrutiny or questioning, but about admitting defeat and saying, "I misjudged you."

"Young friend, whose skill in refining weapons did you learn from?" The word "young friend" in the tone of the voice said it all.

He no longer regarded Ye Feng as an ignorant and arrogant young man.

Instead, they treated him as a like-minded person with whom they could communicate on an equal footing.

Ye Feng shook his head.

"I didn't have a teacher; I taught myself."

Ouyang Nan's lips twitched.

Self-taught?

Can one learn to this level through self-study?

Ouyang Tian stood to the side, and when he heard his grandfather call Ye Feng "little friend," the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Grandpa! You call him 'little friend'?! Then what is he to me?!" Ouyang Tian's voice changed.

Ouyang Nan turned to look at his grandson, his expression somewhat impatient.

"What? Do you want to call me 'brother' or 'uncle'? The choice is yours."

Ouyang Tian's face flushed red and then turned pale, and his lips trembled for a long time.

"Then...what should I...be called?"