These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 18: Innate Ability: Neural Shadow Poison
"Doesn't that mean the technology has been lost?" Jiucai Rong showed deep worry, "We can't make magic weapons in our villa? We can only make magic weapon embryos?"

"It's not that the technology has been lost, but the lack of forging materials is the key."

Ning Zheng looked heavy:

"We need materials from monsters. They are born with spiritual roots [innate magical powers]. We can inject them into the embryos of magical instruments and extract one of their magical powers. We don't have any channels to purchase monster corpses in this regard."

The embryo of the magic weapon is just a foundation.

Certain fangs, fur, bones, blood of monsters, monster materials + magic copper embryo = magic weapon.

The production line of a magic weapon is probably like this.

Mining, smelting, and forging into rough embryos of magical instruments.

The rough drafts of the magic weapons were sent to various family markets and monastic cities.

These cities will have family cultivators and local independent cultivators who are responsible for hunting monsters, and combining the embryos with monster materials to create magical weapons.

Simply put, Ning Zheng's mine is at the top of the magic weapon assembly line.

"Since we don't have the channel for monster materials, can we turn humans into magic weapons? After all, we have the channel for human materials."

Jiucai Rong's mind moved, and he didn't realize that he had asked a question that made Ning Zheng's scalp tingle. His expression was very innocent:

"For example, if this cultivator cultivates a spiritual root and obtains [Innate Divine Power], and then he is captured and thrown into the forging, will the cultivator's [Innate Divine Power] also be generated on this weapon?"

???

How could a normal person's mouth utter such cold words?
Ning Zheng felt inexplicably terrified when looking at them.

Young people should learn to think from other people's perspective before speaking.

What would you do if someone wanted to beat you into a magic weapon?
But seeing the other party's eager look, Ning Zheng still said in a deep voice:

"Of course this is feasible. Many Tribulation Cultivators, demons, and devils forge magic weapons with the flesh and blood of human cultivators. But we are a regular forging villa. Don't follow suit and hunt down cultivators passing by the mountain outside to forge magic weapons."

At the beginning, Ning Zheng was also afraid that those monsters would catch her to refine weapons.

Because his spiritual roots are special, they are the highest grade of spiritual roots.

He didn't save up the 20 luck points by not spending any money.

A few years ago, he had spent a full thirty thousand luck points to request the most suitable spiritual root for himself, and thus got a Shadow Crocodile Grass soaked in the blood of a world-destroying natural disaster, the Shadow Crocodile, from an unknown time and space.

It's magical, it's a spiritual herb with no entity, only shadow.

[Spiritual Root: Shadow]

[Innate magical power: Neural Shadow Poison, attacks can add spiritual life energy. Each attack on the enemy will cause a spiritual parasitism. After ten attacks, the enemy's soul will break out of its cocoon and split, creating a clone on the enemy that will exist for a certain period of time.]

Hack the enemy ten times and a clone of Ning Zheng will temporarily appear next to the enemy.

Ning Zheng tried to use a bow and arrow to shoot a river monster with the arrow of the Neuro-Shadow Poison. As a result, a bunch of Ning Zheng's shadows appeared around the river monster and chased after it.

Lian Ning Zheng's clones can also stack their attack times, inject toxins, and attack together to cause new clones to split.

The more you fight, the more you get!

Ning Zheng didn't know how powerful she was, but after secretly comparing various low-level Five Elements spiritual root talent spells, the Small Cloud Rain Spell, Wind Riding Spell, and Fireball Spell herself seemed somewhat unique!

There's something obviously wrong with the style of painting.

how to say?

It looks evil at first glance.

Every ten shots would make the opponent give birth to a baby, which was not in line with his temperament as a classical swordsman.

Sometimes Ning Zheng would wonder how he would get married in the future.

But in terms of practicality, it feels like the top skills of those natural mythical beasts, great monsters, and even those ancient holy places may be just like this.

If I were discovered by those monsters, I would probably grab it as if it were a treasure and refine it into a weapon. I would use my ashes to make a knife like that.
It is estimated that it also has the effect of chopping and splitting people, and can be called a magical weapon.

Simultaneously.

It seemed that his 3 luck points were a good deal, but afterwards, Ning Zheng found himself falling into a huge pit!

This is equivalent to a 3 down payment.

The subsequent techniques have to be developed by myself! The development of techniques for each realm in the future, and the various supporting techniques, will probably cost an astronomical amount of money.

My thoughts return to the present.

No matter what, Ning Zheng was very resistant to using cultivators to refine magic weapons.

"I understand. Our villa produces rough embryos. Our job is that simple." Jiucairong agreed, but became more speechless in his heart.

It turns out we are worse off than we thought.

It is a sweatshop without any technology.

Large quantities of semi-finished magic weapon embryos were sold, and the refiners who bought them processed and refined them made a huge profit instantly.

You have to hunt down fierce beasts before you can refine magic weapons.
Where do the original materials for forging monsters come from?

"Difficult, difficult, difficult! But since the name is Sword Forging Villa, it is impossible to make a rough draft. This main line is stuck and needs to be broken."

Jiucairong suddenly touched a pile of green bird droppings that had fallen on his hair and raised his head silently.

"Jungle area, found it."

Time passed and soon it was dusk.

Ning Zheng was about to leave, leaving a message: "Work hard, I won't accompany you for dinner. Remember to rest on time and recover your energy so that you can work energetically tomorrow."

Actually.

Judging from their appearance, they probably can’t eat much.

In the afternoon, they all secretly ate copper as snacks, and pretended to be working as blacksmiths to show that they had clean hands and feet.

The belly of a four-month-pregnant woman obviously betrayed them!
Ning Zheng didn't care about their cheating.

In a food factory assembly line, the workers are at least fed and can eat as much as they want. No matter how delicious the food is, they will eventually vomit it out.

The golden boys that were raised in the villa before also ate happily at the beginning. They wanted to stick their butts up and stuff their heads in. But they vomited in the end, and the slaves had to hold their heads down to keep eating!

Ning Zheng thought it was great that they were doing this.

If they eat a lot of magic copper, their nails will grow out, and the raw materials for forging magic coins will soon be available.

After Ning Zheng left the blacksmith shop, he prepared to go down the mountain. When he was a slave, he had a dream, which was to get off work on time.

When I got home and finished my meal, it was exactly seven o'clock. I just kicked him offline.

When they were going down the mountain, Ning Zheng saw several chefs cooking.

They were holding a large French copper pot and stirring it constantly with a wooden stick.

Gollum~~
I don't know what kind of porridge is being cooked, but it keeps bubbling and steaming.

God of Cookery: [No, I really can’t do it anymore. I feel a little weak. I went to bed at four in the evening and woke up at seven in the morning and I’ve been feeling dizzy ever since.]

Shao Chai Kun: [Do you have any experience in cooking? ]

God of Cookery: [No, this is not raised by takeout. ]

Shao Chai Kun: [So you are called the God of Cookery? Pah, you just gave me a random name, and you even claimed that you are the chef of the hotel and you are in charge of cooking.]

God of Cookery: [Next, let’s put in 95-octane gasoline.]

Shao Chai Kun: [Such a large amount? ]

God of Cookery: [It’s a bargain for them. 】

Shao Chai Kun: [I don’t even dare to eat like that. ]

God of Cookery: [It’s for the people in the villa anyway.]

Shao Chai Kun: [What if something goes wrong after eating? ]

God of Cookery: [Put it in a forging furnace, play the suona, and dozens of blacksmiths will do it gloriously. ]

Ning Zheng looked at the silence and remembered that in addition to the copper sword and copper knife that she had forged before, there was indeed a copper suona. She couldn't help but realize something, sighed, and continued to go down the mountain.

These people are probably sick.

(End of this chapter)