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The earth dragon used its four claws to propel itself forward.

The wind rushed into my ears, completely dispelling the chill in the cave.

After half an hour.

Volcanic rock area.

Shen Wanchui's forging workshop was wide open, and the old man stood at the door pacing back and forth, holding a rag in his hand and rubbing it incessantly.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the shadow of the earth dragon pressing down from the sky.

"You're back?"

Lin Feng jumped off the dragon's back and walked up to Shen Wanchui.

No nonsense.

He took the spirit-patterned bottle out of his storage ring and handed it over.

Shen Wanchui accepted it with both hands.

The frost on the bottle made his fingers numb, but he was completely unaware of it.

He held the bottle up to his eyes and peered through the translucent walls at the dark blue liquid inside.

They stopped breathing.

"It really is Xuanming Cold Iron Molten Metal!!!"

The old man's throat tightened.

That's enough.

Holding the bottle, he turned and rushed into the forge.

He ran a couple of steps and then stopped, turning back to look at Lin Feng.

"What are you standing there for? Come in!"

Lin Feng followed him inside.

In the forge, the newly forged spear was almost suspended above the anvil.

The dark gold gun body emitted a faint light, and dragon-shaped array patterns flowed across it.

The moment Lin Feng saw the gun, his blood skipped a beat.

Shen Wanchui was already preparing for the quenching process.

He fixed the spirit bottle to a specially made stand, with the bottle opening aligned with a narrow stone trough below.

The shape of the stone trough fits the gun body perfectly.

"Quenching only offers one chance."

Shen Wanchui's voice regained the composure befitting a blacksmith.

"The moment the Xuanming Cold Iron Water comes into contact with the gun barrel, the Star Dragon's Fury inside will violently rebound. You use your mental power to suppress it, and I will guide the penetration path of the Cold Iron Water."

"clear."

Shen Wanchui took a deep breath and placed his fingers on the seal of the spirit pattern bottle.

"Ready?"

Lin Feng's spiritual power spread out, covering the entire spear.

The sixth-grade psychic power seeped into the gun barrel, clinging tightly to the restless energy patterns.

"alright."

Shen Wanchui unscrewed the bottle cap.

The dark blue liquid poured down and into the stone trough.

The new gun slowly fell into it.

The moment of contact.

hum!

The entire forging workshop was shaken.

The dragon-shaped array patterns on the gun body suddenly lit up, and dark golden light shot into the sky.

The Star Dragon's violent energy sealed inside the gun surged wildly, as if it were about to explode the entire gun from the inside.

Lin Feng suddenly suppressed his mental energy.

The sixth-grade mental power transformed into countless threads, drilling into every array node on the spear shaft, firmly locking down those runaway energy loops.

The gun trembled violently in his hand.

The temperature is changing suddenly.

A layer of frost formed on the surface of the gun, but the inside was still heating up intensely.

Ice and fire clashed, and the light from the array patterns flickered.

Shen Wanchui observed the progress of the cold iron molten metal's penetration from the side, occasionally adjusting the flow of the liquid with a specially made probe.

ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

One minute.

The trembling of the gun gradually subsided.

The light from the array patterns returned to a steady flow after its intense brightness.

Dark gold and deep blue intertwine on the gun body, forming a strange pattern.

Frost fell off the gun.

The entire spear lay quietly in the stone trough, emitting a faint light.

Shen Wanchui put down the probe, rested his hands on the edge of the stone trough, and leaned in to look at it closely.

Then he straightened up and let out a long breath.

"It's done."

Lin Feng reached into the stone trough and took the gun out.

The moment I held it, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling came from my palm.

It feels familiar because the proportions and grip of the gun are almost identical to the original Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Gun.

The weapon felt unfamiliar because the power contained within it was many times stronger than the previous one.

The tip of the gun was pointing forward.

Platinum flames spontaneously erupted from the tip of the spear, flickering twice in the air.

The color of the flames was several shades deeper than the previous crimson gold.

A notification popped up on the system panel.

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the SSS-level weapon: Star Dragon Annihilation Spear]

【Star Dragon Annihilation Spear: With Star Dragon Bone Essence as its core, Dragon Blood Refined Iron as its veins, and Crimson Gold as its outer layer. Forged through 99,810 hammer blows and tempered in Xuanming Cold Iron water.】

[Passive Effect 1: Star Dragon Flame - The gun body is imbued with platinum dragon flames, and the burning effect ignores protective aura.]

[Passive Effect 2: Dragon Soul Resonance - The wielder's health resonates with the remnant soul of the Star Dragon sealed within the spear, increasing health regeneration speed by 50% during combat.]

[Passive Effect 3: Annihilation Strike - After charging for three seconds, unleash a full-force attack surpassing the user's current power level. Cooldown: 24 hours.]

Lin Feng turned off the control panel.

With a flick of the wrist, the gun flashed between his fingers.

The platinum flames drew an arc, distorting and deforming the air within two meters in front of them.

Shen Wanchui watched from the side with his eyes wide open.

"Good gun."

Lin Feng put the gun back into his storage ring.

"More than just a good gun!"

Shen Wanchui slapped his thigh. "This is a masterpiece! The pinnacle of five generations of my Shen family! Do you know how much this thing is worth? You won't find another one like it in the entire Dragon Kingdom..."

"Alright, alright."

Seeing Shen Wanchui rambling on, Lin Feng interrupted him, took out a handful of spirit stones from his storage ring, and threw them onto the workbench. "Forging fee."

Shen Wanchui glanced at the number of S-grade spirit stones and opened his mouth.

At least five thousand dollars.

"I said I don't want any money..."

"Consider it a thank-you gift. I'll come to you if I need anything else cast in the future."

Shen Wanchui paused for a moment, then grinned.

"Come anytime!"

Lin Feng left the forge and climbed onto the earth dragon.

The wind blowing across the wasteland carries the heat unique to volcanic rocks.

He took the Hermitage token out of his storage ring and turned it over.

The coordinates are clearly marked on it.

Northwest Branch.

Lin Feng put the token away and patted the earth dragon's neck.

"Back to the inn."

The earth dragon's four claws crushed the rocks beneath its feet, propelling it forward.

Not urgent.

The gun was forged, and the realm was stabilized.

He'll knock on the door of the Northwest branch of the Secret Order sooner or later.

But before that, there's one more thing to do.

He took the communicator out of his pocket and dialed the encrypted channel.

"Old Zhou."

"I am here."

"Before he died, Qian Weiguo only said one thing: he wasn't the only member of the Hidden Cult in the Northwest Military Region. He didn't have time to say who it was before he was silenced."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the communicator.

"Where's the token?"

"In my hands. The coordinates of the Northwest branch."

Two more seconds of silence.

When are you planning to go?

Lin Feng flipped the token between his fingers.

Three days later.

"Waiting for your message."

The communicator was disconnected.

Three days.

It's enough for him to manage the remaining martial arts points, enough for Fierce Vulture and Iron Rhino to continue AFK farming resources, and enough for Old Zhou to check the remaining lines.

Three days later.

He will take this new gun and visit the Northwest branch of the Secret Order.

The earth dragon reached its maximum speed, and the scenery of the wasteland rushed past on both sides.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and focused his mind on the system panel.

Current Martial Arts Points: 7,230,000

The output from AFK farming of the ferocious vulture and iron rhinoceros has been accumulating steadily over the past few days.

Seven million two hundred and thirty thousand.

It's still not quite there.

But whether it will be enough in three days is another matter.

He turned off the control panel and leaned against the dragon's back.

The wind blew past my ears.

Inside the storage ring, the token engraved with the coordinates of the Hermitage lay quietly.

On the back of the token, there was still a drop of the cloaked man's blood.

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