NABC Chapter 20 - 19: Rare Metal·Blue Gold_1
Chapter 20 - 19: Rare Metal·Blue Gold_1
Chapter 20: Chapter 19: Rare Metal·Blue Gold_1
"Forget it, I don't have time to deal with you, you're on your own!"
Sikong Wei tossed a half-made heat-resistant suit to Ye Hanjun, turned around to see that Master Tu and Da Mu'er were struggling, and immediately gave up dispersing Ye Hanjun, rushing back into the core forge.
"Accelerant! Accelerant! Get me a bottle of accelerant!"
"Right! And Rust flowers, pick the largest ones! ....Forget it! I don't have time to put off, quickly bring them all!"
Master Tu was not young, about the same age as Jiang Yongnian.
When he screamed, his voice was like a giant bell, causing people's eardrums to hum.
Sikong Wei yelled in acknowledgment and ran to the left. After he found the target in a pile of instruments, he started rummaging through it.
A miraculous scene occurred simultaneously. The various needles originally embedded in his chest flew up.
The ends of these needles were all tied with a thread, fluttering up and down as though endowed with spirits.
In just five or six seconds, they arrived at a shelf on the right, the sharp points of the needles picked up a medicine box and flew back together.
Ability...'Mysterious Needle'!
This is the only active ability of the F-class professional tailor.
The effect is to manipulate flying needles, which are used to weave clothes under normal circumstances, and to ambush during inappropriate ones, depending on whether the Patron is clever or not.
Sikong Wei was divided in his attention, using the Mysterious Needles to gather the two types of materials that Master Tu wanted in the shortest time possible.
"Give me the accelerant! Throw the Rust flowers directly into it!"
Master Tu shouted loudly, lifting a large hammer that emerged from who knows where, his face flushed red in his fervour.
"Just a little bit more! We're so close to success!"
"This is one of the secret recipes of the Dwarf tribe, they refuse to sell it at any cost!"
"I've been studying the fragment of this metal for three whole years... I have a feeling that the rare metal 'Blue Gold' is about to be reproduced by me! I can create more resilient and sharper weapons!"
Master Tu was wildly excited, his expression becoming increasingly manic.
Just as Sikong Wei tossed the Rust flowers into the forge, Master Tu jumped ten meters high, easily lifting a hammer almost as big as his body.
With a few thunderous clanging echoing sounds, the hammer hit something hard, sparks splashed onto the ground, leaving behind one burn hole after another.
"Crack-"
The accelerant was tossed into the bottom of the forge, instantly, Torch Monkey and Rocket Frog were divinely assisted.
Two jets of flame, one thick and one thin, burst out with a more dazzling brightness, with a fervent fire and raging heat. It was as if miniaturized molten lava purgatory lay everywhere their eyes landed.
"No good! The texture of the metal is changing! The fusion has stopped!"
Master Tu's laughter didn't last a few minutes, when suddenly, as his eyebrows trembled, a new round of explosions erupted in the furnace.
Visibly, fragments broke away from the main body, hit the wall of the furnace, exploded with a loud bang, and a half-meter-long crack was clearly visible.
"Master Tu, it's a failure, we're going to have a furnace explosion!"
As a magic apprentice with fire attributes, Da Mu'er's perception of fire was second only to that of Master Tu, the weapons master.
He crossed his arms over his chest, but couldn't stop his trembling body.
Fear burned in his heart like a firestorm. His mind was filled with visions of the earth splitting open, fallen limbs raining down into a fiery sea, leaving behind chunks of unclaimed charred flesh.
"Impossible! Why has it lost stability! Where did it go wrong?!"
Master Tu was not deterred by the impending death. All that glittered in his eyes were confusion and an even greater madness.
He jumped again, the hammer fell again, trying to use brute force to make different substances forcibly finish the fusion.
"Rust flower is a heavenly and earthly material containing a rich quantity of gold elements. Adding a little of this normal material can strengthen and stabilize."
"Unfortunately, what you are attempting to forge is a fusion metal; blind hardness does not equate to correctness. A strong soldier will perish, a strong tree will break, everything has its limits."
"Based on these issues, coupled with possible errors in the initial smelting process, one mistake after another, the natural outcome is the furnace explosion."
"... That makes sense... Perhaps that's exactly it!"
Tu Long's eyes lit up as if a ray of light had dispelled the fog in his heart. An intense excitement stimulated his brain, causing his limbs to tremble violently.
"Failure is inevitable, but I see you've got Ice Spirit flowers and crape myrtle grass here. These should be able to control some of the losses."
Ye Hanjun didn't have time to turn around and look. The movements of his hands were not as leisurely as the tone of his speech.
He endured the burning sensation that seemed to scorch him, prying open the lid of a medicine box with a piece of broken stone from a knocked-over shelf, and took out a purple long grass from it.
Then, the Ice Spirit flower that was found earlier, a petal smashed and smeared on the neck, forearm, and thighs, forming a temporary heat shield.
The rest was held in his left hand, combined with the crape myrtle grass. The two plants were stacked together, ground again with the broken stone.
No need to grind it into a powder, just need to reach the point of juicing. Ye Hanjun quickly picked it up, stepped forward, aimed at the location of the forging cauldron and threw it with all his might.
"Pfff!"
His arm strength was greatly reduced, the control of his body was minimal.
Fortunately, the smithing platform was ten meters high. Even if there was a deviation in precision, the final landing spot was not wrong.
The crushed Ice Spirit Flower and crape myrtle grass successfully hit the item being smithed!
All at once, steam erupted and dispersed rapidly.
The smithing platform that seemed about to explode at any moment in his perception was promptly cooled.
A moment ago, he was suffering from a dull headache. His whole body was under the threat of impending death.
Yet, the next moment, he felt an uncanny lightness in his limbs. Like a drowning person who had just reached the shore, he gasped for air, still in shock.
"Phew——"
Ye Hanjun breathed out a sigh of relief, the sense of exhaustion was overwhelming. He stumbled back five or six steps, accidentally bumping into a scorching hot pillar, causing a burning pain in his back.
Then, his heart ached, all the blood in his body flowed suddenly and his throat felt sweet. He tilted his neck back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Cough...Cough, cough, cough...
Barely holding back the faint, Ye Hanjun lowered his head to examine his burnt, ripped clothing and the flaming red skin was apparent.
This time, there was a bit of a reckless suspicion...
If he made the smallest mistake, he wouldn't have been able to suppress the furnace explosion. Given his current frail state, it seemed perilous.
"The smithing... stopped?!"
Sikong Wei was stunned, as if shocked by electricity, his mind in a state of semiconsciousness.
On the other side, Da Mu'er wore a ghost-struck expression, standing there as stiff as a log, his eyeballs almost popped out.
The Torch Monkey, who was holding him around the waist, felt the crisis was resolved, slowing down his steps. The dangerous atmosphere progressively changed into a puzzled one.
"Ice Spirit flowers and crape myrtle grass, can make such an extraordinary effect?!"
Tu Long was the most shocked, but also the first to react.
In a few swift moves, he reached Ye Hanjun, squatted down before him, facing him.
On one side were large, bell-brass eyes, on the other side were tired pupils filled with blood viscosity. The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
"Quickly, tell me why the Ice Spirit flower and crape myrtle grass create such pressing coldness?"
"Also, when strong fire meets intense ice, shouldn't there be an even more violent furnace explosion response? Why did the smithing stop instead? What's the principle behind this?!"