Yin Chen's Forging Talent

"Leave it to me. Look at this little guy, it's full of energy right now. As long as you are ready, however many glowing words you want to see, I'll make it spit them out. I definitely won't go back on my word."

An Changqing stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Chen Guan and Hong Yuan for a moment.

"Student Hong Yuan, I will try my best to find a way to mitigate the spiritual backlash. If any abnormalities occur when the time comes, please make sure to sever the spiritual energy connection with that demonic beast immediately."

An Changqing's sense of responsibility compelled him to prepare for the worst in advance.

Although Hong Yuan was usually careless, she knew what was important.

"I know, I'll handle it. If things really go wrong, I'll just slap that turtle unconscious. I guarantee nobody will die."

Hong Yuan made a chopping motion with her hand, completely oblivious to the increasingly resentful pair of beady green eyes in her arms.

The Mystic Turtle increasingly doubted whether its choice had been correct. Why did it feel like this great general had rebellious tendencies and was always trying to murder the prime minister?

The group gradually moved the heavy metal boxes away.

Chen Guan stood where he was, watching the retreating figures of Su Yuehe and An Changqing.

He was thinking about tomorrow's matters. The Mystic Turtle displaying ancient demonic runes could also be a learning opportunity for him.

The altar he had seen in the Withered Source Stone and the ancient demonic runes were both products of ancient civilizations. There might be some common connection between the two.

That was the real reason he had "happened" to pass by today.

If Su Yuehe could decipher the true meaning of those words, it would be of great help to his search for clues regarding the Black Wind Ruins in the Northern Territory.

After all, in terms of knowledge reserves, he, as an outsider, did not have the upper hand.

Borrowing Su Yuehe's analytical abilities to perfect his own plan was a win-win option.

The black panther nudged Chen Guan's hand, rubbing against it gently.

Chen Guan withdrew his thoughts and led the black panther toward the dormitories. Everything was proceeding step by step.

...

The next day.

The early morning sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting scattered spots of light on the floor.

Chen Guan leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers idly stroking the back of the black panther's neck.

This panther could change its size at will and was quite intelligent.

Plus one reason to take the panther home.

Previously, the gray mist brought by the Withered Source Stone had indeed put his main body into a very comfortable state of dormancy, which indirectly fed back to this alt-body of his.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but it made him feel full of energy.

The communicator on the table began to flash a green light.

"Chen Guan, hurry up and come to the academy's Forge Room Three!" Hong Yuan's loud voice rang out from the speaker, carrying obvious agitation. "This guy Yin Chen is dawdling so much. My axe is about to be frozen into a popsicle by him. Come and see if he's deliberately taking revenge on me."

In her eyes, there were only two people who could control Yin Chen.

One was Yin Chen's father, and the other was Chen Guan.

If she couldn't get his father, she would get Chen Guan.

Yin Chen's voice came from the other end of the communicator: "Miss Red Hair, please step behind the yellow line. If your heavy breathing affects the arrangement of the frost crystals, causing the spiritual energy conductivity of the Deep Sea Dark Gold to drop, you will bear the consequences."

"Bullshit! Who's breathing heavily? I'm just hot from this broken furnace!"

Chen Guan cut off the communication and stood up.

He didn't really need to go and mediate their argument, but the reforging process of Deep Sea Dark Gold was a rare sight, so there was no harm in taking a look.

Ten minutes later, Chen Guan arrived and pushed open the heavy metal door of Forge Room Three.

Behind the heat-insulating glass in the center of the forge room, Yin Chen was standing in front of the operating table.

He wore a white trench coat, his hands hovering in mid-air, with deep blue frost dancing at his fingertips.

The twenty-pound piece of Deep Sea Dark Gold was being held in mid-air by a special force field. Its surface was covered in a thin layer of ice crystals, and it was slowly changing shape in tandem with Yin Chen's movements.

Hong Yuan was pressed against the heat-insulating glass, her eyes wide as saucers, hands on her hips.

Chen Guan walked up to the heat-insulating glass of Forge Room Three.

In the spacious room, the temperature had been deliberately lowered, and a thick layer of white frost covered the floor.

Yin Chen, dressed in a pure white trench coat, stood in the center of the operating table with his hands spread open, guiding deep blue ice and snow spiritual energy between his ten fingers.

The twenty-pound Deep Sea Dark Gold hovered in mid-air, slowly changing its appearance under the envelopment of the frost.

Seeing Chen Guan approach, Hong Yuan immediately turned her head and complained, "You're finally here. Take a look at this. Who forges iron without fire? He's frozen my material into a giant lump of ice."

"Can an axe still be hammered out of this? I seriously suspect he wants to take this piece of dark gold for himself and is deliberately stalling for time here."

As the saying went, out of trust in Yin Chen's character, she extremely distrusted him.

The black panther slowly followed at Chen Guan's feet. It found a clean spot on the floor outside the forge room to lie down, rested its chin on its front paws, and half-closed its eyes to doze off.

Chen Guan looked at the scene inside the glass, his tone casual. "He's performing cold extraction reshaping. This method can preserve the high-density characteristics of the Deep Sea Dark Gold to the greatest extent. If he used a conventional high-temperature furnace to melt it, the magic resistance properties inside the dark gold would be greatly weakened by the high heat, and your axe would only have the advantage of being heavy."

It was quite nice to review his coursework along the way.

Yin Chen inside had clearly heard the conversation outside.

He spoke through the voice transmission device on the wall.

"Thank you for your objective evaluation. Student Hong Yuan, I hope Chen Guan's explanation will make you stop those accusations that lack common sense. Your yelling is seriously interfering with my state of mind in constructing the frost force field."

Hong Yuan crossed her arms over her chest. Unable to save face, she gave a cold snort. "I don't care about common sense or whatever. I only care about the final result. If this new axe is even more awkward to swing than the old one, just wait to get chopped."

Chen Guan pulled over a nearby chair and sat down.

"The current progress is going quite smoothly."

Yin Chen's voice came out of the loudspeaker, carrying a hint of satisfaction. "The first stage of infiltration has been completed. Next, I will begin to reshape it. Student Hong Yuan, what kind of edge do you like? Single-edged or double-edged? How much of a curve do you need?"

Hong Yuan immediately pressed against the glass and shouted into the transmission port, "I want it double-edged. Lengthen the axe handle by half a foot. The edges should be as wide as possible, preferably with a slight barbed curve, so that when it chops into the bones of those demonic beasts, it can deal more damage when pulled back. The weight must be completely retained; not a single ounce can be lost."

Inside, Yin Chen shook his head slightly, seemingly feeling helpless about this violent design that purely pursued destructive power. "A request with absolutely no aesthetic sense. However, since you are the employer, I will satisfy your demands."

The blue spiritual energy began to circulate faster. Under the compression of the frost, the volume of the Deep Sea Dark Gold lengthened and widened.

Gradually, the outline of a massive double-edged axe appeared in mid-air.

Chen Guan looked at the perfect prototype and couldn't help but nod inwardly. He hadn't noticed it normally, but Yin Chen actually had this kind of talent.