He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 390: Brain Damage

Sheng Yingchun soaked in the wooden barrel without saying a word. Strands of blood flowed out from the wound and mixed with the medicine soup.

Jiang Xiu was horrified by what she saw and kept complaining that Jiang Lin was too cruel to the two children.

"Look how much blood you've shed. The water has even turned red." Jiang Xiu said.

Sheng Yingchun blushed and whispered, "Aunt Jiang..."

"What's wrong? Is it hurting?"

Sheng Yingchun’s head was almost submerged in the water, and her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: “I… I think I’m having my period…”

"Which one?" Jiang Xiu asked subconsciously.

Seeing Sheng Yingchun's face that was almost burning red, Jiang Xiu suddenly reacted.

"So there's so much blood, it's not just from the wound..."

"Um……"

Jiang Xiu suddenly laughed, patted Sheng Yingchun's forehead twice, and said, "Our Yingchun has grown into a big girl."

Sheng Yingchun put her mouth and nose into the water, bubbles were bubbling up, and she was too embarrassed to look up.

Song Ziyan, who was also in the water, asked in confusion, "Grandpa Wei, why can't Sister Yingchun sleep in the same room with us?"

"Because she is a woman." said Old Man Wei.

"My mother is also a woman, and we sleep in the same room." Song Ziyan was even more confused.

Old Man Wei thought for a moment and said, "Because she is not a girl from your family."

"If my mother gives birth to a sister for me, can we sleep in the same room?" Song Ziyan asked.

Old Man Wei was a little confused by the question. After a long while, he said, "Your mother... probably won't be able to give you a sister."

"Ah? Why?"

Old Man Wei looked at Song Ziyan with pity, thinking to himself that this kid might have become stupid recently.

The next day.

Jiang Xiu brought Sheng Yingchun to Jiang Lin early in the morning and said, "She has not been feeling well these days, so let's not practice anymore."

Looking at Sheng Yingchun who was blushing and looking down, Jiang Lin wondered, "What's wrong?"

If one can reach the pinnacle of martial arts cultivation, he will be almost immune to illness.

"Why do you ask so many questions about women's affairs?" Jiang Xiu said unhappily.

Jiang Lin's mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood what was said.

He looked at Sheng Yingchun, hesitated for a moment, and said, "If one day you meet an enemy, the enemy will not hold back just because you are a woman, or for any other reason. Think clearly about what to do."

Sheng Yingchun's body trembled. She looked up suddenly and saw Jiang Lin's bright eyes.

The shy expression suddenly changed.

Yes, the enemy will not hold back just because you are a woman or feel unwell somewhere.

If you want to survive in this world, it doesn’t matter whether you are a man or a woman. What matters is whether you have the confidence!

Before Jiang Xiu could say anything, Sheng Yingchun came up to her, pulled her away, and said, "Aunt Jiang, Master is right."

Jiang Xiu turned to look at her: "What do you mean he is right? We are not really going to fight now. You are just practicing."

"Practicing is no different from fighting, but it's easier. But if you can't hold on even during the easiest times, how can you hold on when the battle really starts?"

Looking at Sheng Yingchun with a determined face, Jiang Xiu opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

Even Song Ziyan came over and said, "Aunt Jiang, it's okay. Sister Yingchun is amazing. But where is Sister Yingchun feeling uncomfortable? Let me take a look."

Sheng Yingchun's face suddenly turned red, and she flicked a finger on his forehead: "Get out of the way!"

Song Ziyan covered his forehead with his hands, looking aggrieved, wondering why he hit people even though he cared about them!

Seeing this, Jiang Xiu didn't know what to say, and could only mutter: "After all this time, I've become the bad guy."

"You are not a bad person, you just underestimated them." Jiang Lin said with a smile, "Just like you always underestimate yourself. If our family were without you, I don't know what would happen to it."

After saying that, Jiang Lin took the two children away, leaving Jiang Xiu looking at his back, her cheeks gradually turning red.

So, am I that important?

But what's the importance?

Only Jiang Lin understood that his parents were actually a little hesitant when they first came to the Blacksmith Camp.

After all, there is only one son in the family. Sending him to the blacksmith camp would be a waste of effort if he fails to achieve anything.

The conditions were not very good to begin with, and it would be even worse if we lost a main worker.

It was Jiang Xiu who insisted that she do the housework herself and guaranteed that she would do no less or worse than Jiang Lin.

After much persuasion, the parents finally agreed to send their son to the blacksmith camp to learn a craft.

For Jiang Lin, if he had not come to the Blacksmith Camp, he might not have achieved what he has today.

In his heart, Jiang Xiu may not seem to play a big role on a daily basis, but she is a very crucial figure in his life.

Whether it is important or not is not determined by what you think, but by what others think.

At this time, Jiang Lin had already brought his two children to the blacksmith shop.

Turning around, I saw Yuan Bingqi squatting inside, touching the piece of pig iron, as if he was looking at some priceless treasure.

Jiang Lin didn't pay much attention to it, but used his finger to make a hole in the pig iron that Sheng Yingchun and Song Ziyan had split, and then inserted the weapon into it. Then, he erected two iron pillars and hung two pieces of paper in the middle.

"When you use weapons to split this piece of paper, you will enter the next stage." Jiang Lin said.

"How difficult is that!" Song Ziyan immediately grabbed the double-edged knife with excitement.

As soon as I got my hands on it, I exclaimed, "It's so heavy!"

The strength required at the peak of martial arts is enormous, but the feeling when swinging a sword with thousands of pounds of pig iron hanging on it is completely different.

It's possible to pick it up, but it's absolutely impossible to swing it around like before.

It is already very good to be able to grasp the direction and not deviate too much.

Song Ziyan lifted the double-edged knife with great effort and looked at the paper in front of him, but he ended up breaking the paper along with the thread.

The knife is very sharp, but if the speed and accuracy are not enough, it will be like a heavy burden pressing down on you instead of chopping you down.

Song Ziyan's face suddenly turned red. How could this happen?
Sheng Yingchun watched carefully from the side and went over to pick up his Mo Dao.

Compared with a double-edged sword, the Mo Dao is too long, and the pig iron hanging on it appears heavier.

It was even more difficult for her to lift the paper, but she did not try to split the paper like Song Ziyan did. Instead, she walked to an open space at the side and began to practice chopping at the air.

Jiang Lin watched and nodded slightly. He didn't know if it was because she was older or had a higher level of understanding, but Sheng Yingchun clearly understood how to improve better than Song Ziyan.

Without caring about what was happening here, Jiang Lin walked into the blacksmith's shop.

"Master Yuan, what are you doing?"

When Yuan Bingqi heard the voice, he stood up immediately and asked excitedly, "Master Jiang, was this piece of pig iron forged using the Hundred Refining Method? How many layers does it have?"

"There should be about three to four thousand floors." Jiang Lin replied.

"Sure enough!" Yuan Bingqi was overjoyed: "The Hundred Refining Method can actually reach such a high level. Just a piece of pig iron can be forged into a top-grade spiritual weapon! I understand! I understand! Thank you for your advice!"

After saying that, Yuan Bingqi ran out in a hurry and went straight to the blacksmith shop.

Jiang Lin opened his mouth, wanting to tell him that the reason he was able to forge a top-grade spiritual weapon was not only due to the stacking of hundreds of levels of refining, but also the blessing of the Hengyu Furnace and skills.

Also, what do you know?

But thinking of Yuan Bingqi's happy expression, Jiang Lin shook his head.

Forget it. It’s better to have some thoughts than not to have any thoughts at all.

Outside, the shouts of the two children came one after another.

There is a huge difference between hanging a thousand-pound piece of pig iron and swinging a weapon weighing more than ten pounds.

What does it mean to make light of a heavy task?

This is Jiang Lin's method of preventing his cultivation from improving too quickly and making it impossible to control his strength.

If one day they can control weapons weighing thousands of pounds at will, it will prove that they are fully familiar with their own strength and can start the next stage of improvement.

Jiang Lin did not waste any time. He put the pig iron back into the furnace to heat it up, then picked up the Star-Destroying Hammer and continued to hammer it.

Jiang Lin was not satisfied with the quality of the top-grade spiritual weapon.

If one wants to fight against a true divine weapon, the foundation of the Chaos Arrow must be at least at the Mysterious Weapon level.

As for whether it is low quality, medium quality, or high quality, it depends on how hard it can be.

Jiang Lin believes that no matter what attribute, as long as it reaches the extreme, it will produce earth-shaking changes.

All those mysterious and magical weapons are nothing more than having stronger attributes.

Just like the famous saying in the previous life, what is God?
The one who does things that humans cannot do is God.

[Hundred Refining Level +1]

[Hundred Refining Level +1]

[Hundred Refining Level +1]

With the constant prompting, the volume of the pig iron is still shrinking step by step.

In the blacksmith shop, Yuan Bingqi returned and began to excitedly forge his huge piece of pig iron.

The blacksmiths nearby were all puzzled when they saw that he looked so excited.

A few days ago, it was said that the Hundred Refining Method had reached a bottleneck and it was difficult to make any major improvements. What happened?
One blacksmith couldn't help but ask, "Master Yuan, seeing you like this, could it be that you have gained some new insights into the Hundred Refining Method?"

Yuan Bingqi hammered away without even looking up, and as sparks flew, he said excitedly, "The Hundred Refining Method is far from reaching its bottleneck. Raw iron can be hammered into top-grade spiritual weapons, or even mysterious weapons!"

The blacksmiths around were stunned and then burst into laughter.

They exchanged glances implicitly and shook their heads in silence, but their eyes fully revealed their attitudes.

Master Yuan might have lost his brain from practicing the Hundred Refining Method. It is true that raw iron can be refined into a high-grade product, but it is not so easy to refine it to a level higher than a precious weapon.

So far, in the entire blacksmith camp, only Lord Jiang can forge weapons above the precious level.

Your Master Yuan's Hundred Refining Method is indeed the most powerful one besides Lord Jiang's, but that's all.

So far, I have only managed to refine the middle fifth grade, and haven't even touched the shadow of the top grade. How dare I hope for a mysterious weapon?

The cultivation levels of these blacksmiths are only at the second or third level in martial arts.

If Jiang Lin were here, he would definitely be able to sense that every time Yuan Bingqi forged the iron, some golden essence entered his body, and his cultivation level was also improving at a faster rate than that of other blacksmiths.

The furnace baking method is a professional training method left by the blacksmith's ancestor. The higher the grade of the weapon forged, the faster the training speed!

(End of this chapter)