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The old man turned his head.

He stared at the object on the stone platform, completely frozen in place.

The forging hammer slipped from his hand and slammed to the ground with a loud bang.

He ignored the falling hammer.

He rushed to the stone platform in two strides, stretched out his hand, and then pulled it back.

Extend it out again.

It shrank again.

My fingers are shaking.

"This is......"

"Star Dragon Bone Essence".

Lin Feng leaned against the door frame. "I obtained it by chance in the secret realm."

The old man's throat was dry, and he swallowed several times.

He reached out, and the moment his fingertips touched her, his breathing became heavy.

"Thirty-six thousand degrees...ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ten hammer blows..."

Talking to himself.

His voice was hoarse and trembling.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You know?"

The old man suddenly turned his head to look at him.

The expression on that face, which was over sixty years old, was exactly the same as that of a child seeing a toy they had always dreamed of.

"My great-great-grandfather wrote about this in his journal!"

His voice suddenly rose.

"The Shen family has waited for five generations! A full five generations! Just for a single piece of Star Dragon Bone Essence!"

He rubbed his hands together, paced back and forth a couple of times, then came back and stared at the ore.

"My great-grandfather waited his whole life but never saw it, my grandfather waited his whole life but never saw it, my father waited his whole life but never saw it. Now it's my turn, I'm already sixty-three, and I thought I'd never see it in this lifetime."

His eyes were red-rimmed.

Lin Feng gave him half a minute to process the situation.

"I have a spear that's cracked. I want to reforge it."

The old man's emotions were brought back to normal by those words.

He took a deep breath, pressed his hand to his chest, and forced his breathing back to normal.

"You want me to forge it?"

"Can it be cast?"

The old man walked back to the furnace and patted the giant black furnace.

"This furnace is called the Earth Core Furnace, and it's built directly above the magma conduit of an active volcano."

He turned on a valve next to the furnace door, and a blinding white light shone through the crack in the door.

"The furnace temperature limit is 42,000 degrees Celsius, that's enough."

Lin Feng nodded.

"But there's a problem."

The old man's expression turned serious.

He turned the valve back and turned to face Lin Feng.

"Ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ten hammer blows, each blow must be delivered with the utmost precision in terms of force, angle, and frequency. From the first blow to the last, the forging must be continuous without any interruption."

He raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

"I can't do that many by myself."

"When I reached 30,000 hammer blows, my energy and blood were completely depleted. After that, no one took over for the next 60,000 blows."

Lin Feng did the math. Thirty thousand hammer blows was his limit; the remaining sixty thousand blows would require another person to seamlessly take over. The force, angle, and frequency all needed to be precise. An ordinary blacksmith couldn't do that.

"What if I help you call it?"

The old man looked him up and down.

"You know forging?"

"Won't."

Lin Feng stretched out his hand, his mental energy condensing in his palm, transforming into a visible point of light.

The point of light hovered in mid-air, completely still.

"But I have mental power. You tell me the parameters for each hammer blow, and I use my mental power to control the force and angle."

The old man was stunned.

He stared at the floating point of light for three seconds.

"A spiritualist?"

"Um."

The old man gasped.

"How old are you?"

"eighteen."

The old man's face twitched.

An eighteen-year-old spiritual mentor.

He lived for sixty-three years and could count the number of spiritual masters he had met on one hand.

"What's your name?"

"Raymond Lam".

The old man's body stiffened for a moment.

"The one who destroyed the Bai family in the capital?"

"Um."

The old man fell silent.

He walked to the corner, rummaged through a pile of junk and found an iron kettle, then poured two bowls of water.

He handed one bowl to Lin Feng and drank the other himself.

"My name is Shen Wanchui."

He put down the bowl and wiped his mouth.

"Mental power can indeed achieve precise forging, but it is only theoretically feasible."

"Theoretically?"

Shen Wanchui walked to the innermost wall of the workshop and pulled out a yellowed blueprint from a hidden compartment in the wall.

Unfold.

The drawings were densely covered with diagrams of forging.

The angle, force, and landing point of each hammer blow are all clearly marked.

"Ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ten hammer blows, divided into one hundred and eight stages, with different parameters for each stage."

"The first 30,000 hammer blows are for basic shaping, with increasing force and a fixed angle. The next 60,000-plus hammer blows are the key."

"The three parameters of force, angle, and frequency change simultaneously, and the pattern of change is not linear."

He pointed to a curve on the drawing.

"Here, between the 48,000th and 52,000th hammer blows, the period of angle change is a prime number sequence. If you miss a single number, the internal structure of the entire material will shatter."

Lin Feng scanned the parameters on the drawing; the data was extensive, but the logic was clear.

For a sixth-grade spiritual power, memorizing and executing these parameters is not a problem.

The difficulty lies in practical application. Controlling the hammer with mental focus and controlling it with the arm are two different things, and you have to practice.

"Can I finish learning it in three days?"

Shen Wanchui rolled up the blueprints and stuffed them into Lin Feng's hand.

"Take the blueprints back and memorize them. I'll give you the parameters. Practice your hammering technique yourself. Come back in three days, and I'll test you."

"Passed the exam, time to start cooking; failed the exam..."

He glanced at the Star Dragon Bone Spirit on the stone platform.

"Then we'll wait until you pass the exam. This thing is with me; it won't run away."

Lin Feng put the blueprints into his storage ring.

See you in three days.

He turned and walked out.

As they reached the door, Shen Wanchui called out from behind.

"etc."

Raymond Lam turned around.

Shen Wanchui stood in front of the furnace, his expression complex.

Excitement, trepidation, and anticipation were all mixed together.

"This Star Dragon Bone Essence... after it's finished being forged, could I touch it a few more times?"

The 63-year-old man spoke in a tone no different from a child begging for candy.

Lin Feng smiled.

"Once the gun is finished, it's mine, but I won't shortchange you on the forging fee."

"I don't want money!" Shen Wanchui waved his hand, his voice urgent.

"Being able to forge this piece is the long-cherished wish of five generations of my Shen family. Giving me this opportunity is worth more than any amount of money."

Lin Feng nodded and said nothing more.

He flipped himself onto the earth dragon.

The earth dragon emerged from the volcanic rock area, causing a sudden drop in temperature, and the fierce vulture landed back on the dragon's back.

The communicator vibrated.

Messages from the encrypted channel.

It was sent by Mr. Zhou.

"The third line has moved. Staff officer Li Zhonghai sent a secret letter out through private channels half an hour ago."

"Content: Lin Feng possesses a secret technique of immeasurable value. Obtain it immediately."

After reading it, Lin Feng put the communicator away.

Of the seven lines, three have responded.

One is Qian Weiguo, another is the unknown signal from the teahouse last night, and the third is Li Zhonghai.

Three people, three directions.

interesting.

It was already afternoon when we got back to the inn.

Lin Feng closed the door, took out the roll of blueprints from his ring, and spread it on the table.

All parameters for 99,810 hammer blows.

His sixth-grade mental power acted like a scanner, imprinting every piece of data from the blueprints into his mind.

In the first stage, the force is 300 kilograms, the angle is 90 degrees, and the frequency is two hammer blows per second.

The second stage involves a force of 350 kilograms, an angle of 87 degrees, and a frequency of 2.3 hammer blows per second.

......

The amount of data is huge, but the mental memory capacity far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Two hours later, all parameters were recorded.

Lin Feng closed the blueprints and silently recited them once.

Nothing was missed.

The rest is practical application.

I need to find a place to practice with a hammer.

An inn won't do; it'll make too much noise.

Volcanic rock areas are suitable; the temperature is high, no one goes there, and you can also get used to the forging environment.

We'll set off early tomorrow morning.

......