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Before dawn, Lin Feng's figure had already appeared at the entrance of the Shen family's forging workshop.

The old man was already busy at the stove.

The black furnace inside the earth was wide open, and the magma channels guided by the array inside were dazzlingly bright.

On the furnace wall, the pointer of a spirit-patterned dial is jumping up one division at a time.

Twenty thousand.

Twenty-five thousand.

Thirty thousand.

The pointer climbed at a slower and slower pace, and with each jump, the entire forge trembled slightly.

"Thirty-six thousand degrees."

Shen Wanchui stared intently at the dial, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

He was clutching a specially made pair of clamps, his arm trembling.

"We're here! Take your things out!"

Lin Feng didn't waste any words. With a thought, his storage ring flashed.

The dark golden Star Dragon Bone Essence and the broken Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear appeared simultaneously.

The crack running the length of the gun barrel, illuminated by the furnace fire, resembled an ugly scar, particularly glaring.

Shen Wanchui walked over, picked up the crimson gold spear, and found it extremely heavy.

He examined it twice, turning it over and over, his fingers tracing the dragon-blood iron and crimson gold surface of the gun.

"A fine gun. It has a dragon blood iron core, a red gold skin, and is inlaid with flame array patterns. The base is really well made."

He clicked his tongue twice, his tone tinged with regret, "What a pity, the core array pattern is cracked."

He looked away and, with a flick of his arm, threw the entire spear into the furnace.

"First, melt down the old gun and fuse it with the Star Dragon Bone Essence."

"The new gun, with Star Dragon Bone Essence as its core, Dragon Blood Refined Iron as its veins, and Crimson Gold as its outer layer, is a true transformation!"

At a temperature of 36,000 degrees Celsius, the sturdy Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear began to soften and melt almost instantly, turning into a dark red liquid metal.

Shen Wanchui's eyes widened as he used his enormous clamps to pick up the Star Dragon Bone Essence and steadily placed it into the furnace.

Om-!

The moment the Star Dragon Bone Essence came into contact with the molten metal, a sharp buzzing sound erupted from the depths of the furnace, shaking the entire forge!

The violent energy collided fiercely inside the furnace, and countless sparks spewed out from the furnace opening.

Shen Wanchui's hands were as steady as if they were welded to the ground.

He manipulated the clamps, flipping the fused metal three times, each flip generating massive energy fluctuations.

Having confirmed that the energy fields of the two materials had initially stabilized, he roared, his arm muscles bulging, and slammed heavily onto the anvil in the center of the forge!

"start!"

He grabbed the forging hammer next to him and raised it high.

The first hammer blow fell.

Ding!

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

Every strike of Shen Wanchui was infused with qi and blood with precision down to the millimeter.

The force, angle, and landing point were all exactly the same as the parameters on the drawing.

Lin Feng stood to the side, his sixth-grade mental power fully activated, recording and analyzing every single blow Shen Wanchui delivered.

A thousand hammer blows.

Two thousand hammer blows.

Five thousand hammer blows.

Shen Wanchui's speed did not decrease at all, but large beads of sweat had begun to seep from his forehead.

The depletion of qi and blood is real and cannot be faked.

When the hammer count exceeded ten thousand, his breathing became noticeably heavier.

After 20,000 hammer blows, his arm, which was swinging the hammer, began to tremble very slightly.

Twenty-five thousand hammer blows, his chest heaving like a bellows.

"Thirty thousand hammer blows!"

When the 30,000th hammer fell, Shen Wanchui seemed to have all his strength drained away. He swayed and barely managed to hand the hammer to Lin Feng.

"Your turn."

His face was deathly pale, sweat streamed down his cheeks, and his arms hung limply at his sides.

Just 30,000 hammer blows were enough to exhaust most of the life force of this master blacksmith.

Lin Feng reached out and took the forging hammer.

It feels extremely heavy.

But this feeling is completely different from when I first picked up the practice hammer three days ago.

His spiritual power spread out like a tide in an instant.

The interior of the metal blank is as clear as the lines on the palm of one's hand, as perceived by spiritual power.

The 30,001st hammer blow.

Fall.

Ding!

The crisp sound of the hammer rang out again, but the rhythm and timbre were completely different from Shen Wanchui's.

Shen Wanchui's hammering was steady yet chaotic, while Lin Feng's was absolutely precise.

Shen Wanchui suddenly looked up, forgetting to turn on the measuring device he had just taken out.

The 30,002nd hammer blow.

Ding!

He watched Lin Feng's movements, his mouth slightly open.

this......

How is that possible?

......

Thirty-five thousand hammer blows.

Forty thousand hammer blows.

Fifty thousand hammer blows.

Lin Feng's speed is even several times faster than Shen Wanchui at his peak!

Under his mental control, every hammer blow was a perfect replica of the blueprint parameters.

The metal blank on the anvil is stretched and shaped at a speed visible to the naked eye under each flawless hammer blow.

The outline of the gun gradually became clear.

Sixty thousand hammer blows.

Seventy thousand hammer blows.

Lin Feng's mental energy consumption began to increase rapidly.

Although the total amount of sixth-grade mental power was enormous, maintaining this level of micro-management for several consecutive hours caused a series of needle-like stinging pains deep within his brain.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes remaining completely still.

Eighty thousand hammer blows.

Ninety thousand hammer blows!

At this moment, the gun barrel on the anvil has been fully formed!

On the dark gold spear shaft, fine, scale-like dragon patterns emerged, more than ten times more intricate than those on the original crimson gold spear!

The shape of the spearhead had also changed; it was narrower and sharper, gleaming with a chilling light.

Ninety-nine thousand hammer blows!

Only the last 810 hammer blows remained.

Shen Wanchui, who had been slumped over to the side, had somehow stood up.

He dragged his weak body to Lin Feng's side, his eyes shining as he stared at the newly completed divine weapon.

"These last 810 hammer blows are the shaping hammers! Also called the array-opening hammers!"

His voice was hoarse, yet full of power, "Every strike of the hammer must land precisely on the nodes of the array patterns on the gun barrel! I'll call out the positions, you strike!"

"Come here," Lin Feng replied with just one word.

"The first mark is located three-tenths of the way to the left of the spear tip!"

Ding!

"The second mark is slightly to the right of the center of the spear spine!"

Ding!

"The third marking, the point where the first and second dragon scales meet!"

Ding!

One hammer blow after another.

Shen Wanchui's hoarse call to action and Lin Feng's precise hammer blows echoed throughout the forge.

Eight hundred hammer blows!

Eight hundred and five hammer blows!

......

"The 810th hammer strike! Dragon's Eye at the Spear Tail!"

The final hammer blow falls!

boom!

A dull, loud bang erupted from inside the gun!

On the anvil, on that dark golden spear, all the array patterns were lit up at the same time!

A dark golden light spread from the tip of the spear all the way to its tail, and the entire spear emitted a high-pitched dragon roar, actually levitating from the anvil on its own.

A wisp of platinum flame spontaneously emerged from the tip of the spear, flickering in the air.

That was no longer the crimson-gold flame of the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear, but the Star Dragon Flame after being fused with the Star Dragon Bone Essence!

thump.

Shen Wanchui could no longer hold on, his legs gave way, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

He looked up, staring blankly at the long spear that exuded a terrifying aura, tears streaming down his cloudy old eyes.

"It's done..."

"The Shen family's dream has come true!"

Lin Feng also breathed a sigh of relief and put down the hammer.

It became.

But it's not over yet.

He looked at the gun barrel; although it appeared imposing, the violent spiritual energy inside had not yet completely subsided.

"Just one last step."

Shen Wanchui wiped his face, struggled to his feet, his voice trembling with excitement, "Quenching!"

"An extremely yin and frigid medium must be used to neutralize the remaining Star Dragon's violent energy within it in order to completely stabilize the array patterns!"

The note instantly flashed into Lin Feng's mind.

Dark Nether Cold Iron Water.