Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 347 Unless you do it yourself (Bounty)

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, then said:

"Then I will become stronger, so strong that no one is stronger than me."

Lu Mingze smiled softly.

"That's what you would say, brother."

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing slightly beneath his hood:

"But becoming stronger isn't something you can do with brute force. If I hadn't given you the green light, your power would be really rejected by this world."

He extended his index finger and lightly tapped it in the air.

Centered on his fingertips, ripples spread outwards, and the frozen snowflakes suddenly resumed their falling trajectory, but only for a moment before freezing again.

"Look, it's like this."

Lu Mingze said softly:

"This world has its own rules, and every time you use your power, you are forcibly breaking those rules. It's like smashing a glass wall with a hammer. It may clear a path, but the shards will cut you, and a new wall will soon be erected."

Lu Mingfei stared blankly at the snowflakes that had frozen again.

"so what should I do now?"

"You have to learn to follow the rules."

Lu Mingze's fingers traced a graceful arc in the air, and the frozen snowflakes suddenly began to rotate rhythmically, forming a complex pattern:

"Just as a sailor does not fight the sea, but sails with the help of the wind."

The snowflakes suddenly shattered, turning into countless ice crystals that intertwined in the air to form intricate patterns, like a star map or the trajectory of fate.

"Without brute force, without relying on resurrection, and without borrowing my authority."

Lu Mingze's fingers traced the veins of the ice crystals, and the tiny specks of light moved with them:

"Only by yourself can you see through the rules of this world and find that tiny crack."

The ice crystals suddenly contracted, condensing into a point of extremely cold light that gently pierced the frozen space-time.

On the edge of the mushroom cloud in the distance, a wisp of flame began to flow again, slowly but truly moving.

“Remember, brother,” Lu Mingze said, watching the fading cold light, “true strength is not about what you can smash, but about whether you know when and how much force to use.”

Lu Mingfei also stared at that cold glint, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

He leaned back and lay down on the ice like a spoiled child.

"That's what you said"

His voice carried a hint of helplessness:

"It was like another teacher of mine. She was always saying, 'You should do this,' 'You should do that,' and things like, 'You should feel the flow of magic with your heart,' and 'You should learn to resonate with the pyroxene.'"

He raised his hand and gestured towards the gray sky, snowflakes falling into his palm.

"Who can understand this! You geniuses never consider the feelings of the struggling students!"

Lu Mingfei's voice rose eight octaves:
"It's like a math teacher explaining calculus to someone who can't even do addition and subtraction, and then wondering why they don't understand!"

Lu Mingze listened quietly, his smile deepening. He sat down again by the ice cave, the fishing rod somehow back in his hand.

“But brother,” he said softly, “you’re not a bad student.”

Lu Mingfei turned his head to look at his younger brother's profile, which was hidden by the hood.

"You're just used to solving problems in the simplest and most brutal way."

Lu Mingze said:

"It's like someone who's used to using a hammer and wants to smash everything they see. But now, I need to teach you how to use a whole set of tools."

Lu Mingfei sat cross-legged on the ice, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the snow.

"Okay, okay, I'll try my best to learn."

He curled his lip:
"Oh, right, there's one more thing. Didn't you forge two swords for me before?"

Lu Mingze's fishing rod swayed slightly: "Didn't you throw them in the ice cellar?"

"I'd like to bring it!"

Lu Mingfei raised his voice:

"But that guy shook the entire underground area and tried to crush me to death. I had to swim out of that 'ocean world,' you can't expect me to swim while carrying two swords, can you?"

Lu Mingze smiled softly:
"Don't you have a four-dimensional pocket? I often see you putting things into it and taking things out."

Lu Mingfei was stunned, and his expression froze instantly.

"I forgot."

He muttered something under his breath, then waved his hand:

"That's not important! In short, I now have two swords, made of materials from another world, but they're somewhat inferior. Is it possible to use alchemy to kill those elements and then regenerate them?"

Lu Mingze finally turned around, his eyes under the hood gleaming with amusement.

"Killing elements? Brother, when did you start studying such profound topics? The essence of alchemy is indeed 'killing' and 'regeneration,' but do you think this is like blacksmithing?"

Lu Mingfei retorted, unconvinced:
"But I've heard that top-tier alchemy is..."

"It's about letting matter die and then giving it new life."

Lu Mingze continued:
"You've seen the Seven Deadly Sins forged by Norton, right? They were forged from recycled metal. He used the power of fire to completely kill the metal, and then used the power of bronze to give it new life."

That is the greatest masterpiece of alchemy.

The alchemical techniques used to forge the Seven Deadly Sins were beyond comprehension; they were the most advanced alchemical techniques, creating new metals purely according to their own will.

Throughout history, no master alchemist could rival this metal; it belonged solely to the supreme ruler of alchemy among the Four Sovereigns, the King of Bronze and Fire.

Lu Mingze gently shook his head.

"To be honest, I don't think I can surpass Norton in alchemy."

His voice was calm:
"He was truly obsessed with it and devoted most of his time to it. In the art of casting, he was the undisputed king."

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but roll his eyes:
"Can you keep it short? Do you have to start from the beginning, from Pangu creating the world?"

Lu Mingze shrugged.

"In short, there's nothing I can do."

He winked at Lu Mingfei:
"Because I don't understand it."

He stretched out his hand, palm up. A snowflake landed on his fingertip, but did not melt.

"The two swords you brought are made from materials from another world."

Lu Mingze said softly, "Under the rules of that world, they might be excellent weapons. But here..."

The snowflake suddenly shattered, turning into countless tiny points of light, which then recombine into a completely different crystalline structure.

“The rules are different in every world. I don’t understand the ‘elements’ of that world, nor do I understand their ‘essence’.”

“Forcibly using our alchemy to ‘kill’ them may result not in regeneration, but in utter destruction.”

Lu Mingfei silently watched the flickering lights and finally understood what Lu Mingze meant.

“So,” he said softly, “it’s not that you’re unwilling, but that you can’t do it?”

A bitter smile appeared on Lu Mingze's lips:
"To be precise, it's 'not understanding'. Alchemy isn't a panacea, brother. Just like you can't decipher oracle bone script using English grammar."

He clenched his fist, and the specks of light instantly vanished into thin air.

"unless."

"Unless what?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Unless you do it yourself."

(End of this chapter)