Pill Saint, Weapon Emperor, Array God, Unparalleled in the World

Outside the Great Spirit City.

The Iron-feathered Eagle folded its wings and landed on a bluish-gray boulder.

Luo Chen rolled off and patted the vulture's neck.

"Old Eagle, you should rest for a bit."

With a thought, he took the vulture into the Burial Sky Pavilion.

He stood on the hillside, gazing at the outline of Daling City in the distance. The city walls were towering, and the rows of rooftops stretched out in the sunlight, making it more than three to five times more magnificent than Dahuang City.

"It's a big place, a melting pot of all sorts of people. Figure things out first before you go in."

His thoughts sank into the Burial Heaven Pavilion.

Once the view mode is activated, the entire panorama of the Great Spirit City unfolds within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The streets, houses, and shops, every brick and tile, are clearly visible.

He then switched the mode to Vision, where green dots of varying sizes densely covered the entire city.

The number of Foundation Establishment cultivators made him twitch his brow slightly; there were at least several hundred of them.

Then, his mind locked onto the five largest green orbs of light.

Golden Core Realm.

Five Golden Core cultivators!

Luo Chen made a mental calculation.

With his current level of cultivation, he can hold his own against someone in the Foundation Establishment stage, but as for someone in the Golden Core stage, that's simply beyond his current capabilities.

"We must be wary of families that require Golden Core cultivation; we need to understand that first."

He focused his mind again and looked at each house one by one.

First was the Zheng family. Their mansion was grand, and three or four Foundation Establishment cultivators were sparring in the courtyard. The old man in the center, dressed in blue, had a deep and abyss-like aura and was at the third level of the Golden Core stage.

Looking at the Lin family again, the gates were tightly closed, but inside the courtyard, several children were practicing swordsmanship, and a woman at the second level of the Golden Core stage was sitting beside them.

The Wang and Qian families each have Golden Core cultivators stationed there.

The last house was located in the western corner of the city. It wasn't the largest house, but the spiritual energy in its courtyard was much stronger than the others.

Luo Chen probed into the space with his mind and immediately saw the woman in red sitting next to the stone table in the backyard.

Li Ruoxi.

She was flipping through a book, her head down, a few strands of hair falling beside her cheek, looking very relaxed.

It looked similar to what I saw in Lingfeng Valley a few days ago, only less bustling.

"No wonder the daughter of the Golden Core family carries something like the Golden Spear Talisman."

Luo Chen's lips twitched, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Luckily, back in Spirit Wind Valley, we didn't go too far, otherwise things would be really difficult to handle now."

He thought of those few clothes he had taken off, clinging to his skin, and pursed his lips.

An unconcealable embarrassment surfaced on his face.

"Forget it, let's put this behind us."

He pulled his attention back to the green humanoid dots, rubbed his temples, and focused his attention back on them.

Before long, a target had been identified.

The city gates of Daling City were wide open, and people were coming and going in an endless stream, making it much more lively than Dahuang City.

He followed the crowd into the city, turned two streets, and entered the old neighborhood in the east of the city.

The street, with its blue bricks and gray tiles, is half the width of the main street. The shops on both sides are old, and the paint on the doors has faded to white.

From afar, one could hear the clanging of hammers, a steady and powerful rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow.

Luo Chen followed the sound and stopped in front of a blacksmith shop.

The shop was small, with several forged iron tools displayed at the entrance: hoes, kitchen knives, and shovels—all ordinary household items.

A man in his fifties was swinging a hammer, smashing it against a red-hot iron billet.

Luo Chen stood at the door without moving, just watching.

The blacksmith brought down his hammer, sending sparks flying from the iron billet. He glanced at him, hammering away without stopping, and spoke in a rough, hoarse voice.

"Young master, what do you want to fight?"

Luo Chen tilted his head, his voice languid.

"No."

The man paused, hammer in his hand, and looked up at him.

"Not going to fight? Then what are you doing here?"

Luo Chen stepped into the shop, stood in front of the row of forged ironware, glanced at it, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I came here to give you some pointers because your skills are so poor."

Upon hearing this, the heat in the shop seemed to freeze.

The blacksmith slammed his hammer down on the anvil and squinted at Luo Chen.

"My cooking skills are bad?"

He wiped the sweat from his brow and scoffed, "Young master, you certainly know how to make a joke. So, you're a blacksmith too?"

Luo Chen nodded and tapped his fingers on the edge of the cutting board.

"I guess so, can I have some fun with you?"

The blacksmith stared at him for several breaths, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes slowly tightened.

This kid looks to be in his early twenties. He has fair skin and no calluses on his fingers. He doesn't look like someone who has swung a hammer.

He has spent his whole life working with iron, and what he hates most is being criticized by laymen.

If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think that blacksmithing is all talk and no action.

"Okay, play if you want."

The man pushed the hammer in front of Luo Chen, took two steps back, leaned against the door frame with his hands on his hips, and raised his chin toward the iron billet on the anvil.

"Young master, please."

He was polite to his face, but inwardly he rolled his eyes.

"Let me give you a try. Let's see if your tender hands can even grip the handle."

Several neighbors who were passing by heard the commotion and came over to see what was going on.

"Hey, what's going on over here?"

A young man came and said he wanted to teach him his craft.

"Huh? Giving pointers on the craft? This kid must have come to the wrong place."

Several neighbors stood outside the shop with their arms crossed, each with a look of anticipation on their faces.

Luo Chen glanced at the neighbors, then looked at the fifty-year-old man leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

He picked up the hammer and weighed it in his hand; it was heavy, weighing at least thirty or forty pounds.

"Hmm, it's alright."

Luo Chen said something casually and walked towards the cutting board.

He glanced at the fire in the stove and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

The fire in this furnace looks strong, but the heat inside is scattered and contains too many impurities. It's barely good enough to forge ordinary ironware.

He placed the half-melted iron block back into the furnace, secretly channeling the spiritual energy of the Taixu Hun Tian Gong into it from his palm.

The fire in the stove made a muffled hum.

The flames suddenly changed from orange-red to pale blue, the tongues of fire licking the iron block, and the temperature surged several times over.

The iron block softened at a visible rate, and its surface developed a liquid sheen.

The blacksmith, who had been leaning against the door frame, straightened up involuntarily upon seeing this and narrowed his eyes.

His thick eyebrows furrowed together, his lips moved, but he swallowed his words back.

Luo Chen noticed that the man behind him had changed his breathing rhythm, from impatience to restrained surprise.

He knew in his heart that this skill in controlling fire was just an appetizer.

The real show is yet to come.

Molten iron has already begun to drip from the edge of the iron block in the furnace; it will melt in three more breaths.

Luo Chen clenched his five fingers and grabbed the iron block onto the forging table from a distance.

He turned his head to look at the blacksmith.

"Uncle, this is the crucial part, so pay close attention."

The man's eyebrows suddenly twitched.

This kid really dares to say that.

Fine, I'll see what tricks you can pull.

He crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and wore a disdainful expression.

Luo Chen stopped talking nonsense, gripped the hammer handle with his right hand, and swung it up.

The hammer falls.

Ding!

The first sound was crisp and clear.

Then, clang clang clang! The second hammer blow, the third hammer blow, the fourth hammer blow—

His arm blurred into a blur, and the hammerhead fell like raindrops, the clanging sounds continuous and so dense they made one's ears tingle.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Each cluster of sparks was perfectly round and full, exploding with the exact same arc, and ejecting in an orderly manner.

Countless sparks spread out around the forging table, as if controlled by an invisible hand, without the slightest disorder.

They spun around the iron block, forming rings of fire, layer upon layer, like a solar halo.

The blacksmith lowered his arm.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide open, and he looked as if he had been nailed to the ground.

He exclaimed in shock, "This...how is this possible?"