Holding Chaos to Suppress the Heavens

"Hmph." The fat shopkeeper turned away, not daring to disobey Master Zizhen's words.

Soon, the fat shopkeeper vacated a foundry room for Feng Yu to use.

The other people in the store wanted to go and watch the fun, but they were chased away by Zizhen as they were looking for trouble, which saved Fengyu a lot of effort.

As soon as he entered the foundry room, a wave of heat swept over him instantly, making Feng Yu's face red.

In the foundry, all the casting tools a foundry worker should have are available, allowing a foundry worker to do whatever he wants.

"please."

Master Zizhen sneered repeatedly behind Feng Yu and gestured with his hand.

He wanted to take a good look at Feng Yu's casting technology.

Feng Yu glanced at Master Zizhen, then slowly walked out with the Zi Yao Sword and came under a huge molten furnace.

The entire melting furnace is as high as three Fengyu. The boiling temperature is extremely high, and the flame can be controlled for flexible use by the caster.

Looking up and scanning the entire furnace, Feng Yu's face showed a hint of disdain.

A true blacksmith does not need to use a furnace to forge weapons.

A true blacksmith needs profound skills and high-intensity fire spirituality to forge weapons day after day, so that the weapons he forge will have real spirituality.

Instead of using this ordinary fire to forge weapons, no matter how good the materials are, they will never reach perfection.

Unfortunately, Feng Yu and Zi Zhen’s cultivation is not enough, so they can only use the smelting furnace as a substitute.

Abandoning the distracting thoughts in his mind, Feng Yu took a deep breath, his eyes showing a vicissitudes of life.

It seemed as if at this moment, Feng Yu transformed into an unfathomable old man, and he used the superb casting techniques from his memories of his previous life.

"Mercury crystal."

Feng Yu waved his hand, and a piece of material in the foundry room flew into his hand, which he crushed with great force.

The mercury crystals turned into powder and gradually fell onto the blade of the Purple Yao Sword, adding a little bit of brilliance.

"Fire started." Feng Yu shouted, and a stream of spiritual power was immediately injected into the furnace.

Only a loud noise was heard, and a burst of terrifying flames suddenly erupted in the furnace, burning the Purple Sword.

Master Zizhen, who was watching from the side, broke out in a cold sweat and looked at Feng Yu intently.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway. Although he was reluctant to admit it, Feng Yu's casting skills really shocked him. It was not inferior to his master, and even better.

This was hard for him to accept. Who was his master? He was a fourth-level forger who could forge royal weapons. How could he lose to this person with a childish voice?

"Ding." A knocking sound was heard.

Feng Yu started hammering.

I saw him holding the forging hammer in his right hand, hammering the sword again and again, splashing thick sparks.

Every time Feng Yu struck with his hammer, the temperature of the furnace would rise by 100 degrees, and soon exceeded 500 degrees.

Master Zizhen quickly came to his senses and looked at the temperature of the melting furnace exceeding 500 degrees, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If the gold powder exceeds 500 degrees, it will lose its spirituality and become useless. Once the gold powder is useless, this purple sword will also be declared useless.

Master Zizhen kept his master's words in mind, and murderous intent gradually arose in his heart.

Once Feng Yu fails in casting, he will kill Feng Yu immediately to comfort his master's spirit in heaven and fill his own heart of Tao.

How could Feng Yu not sense Zi Zhen's murderous intent? He ignored it, maintained the temperature of the furnace at one thousand degrees, and dropped the hammer in his hand.

Feng Yu pushed with both hands, and his chaotic spiritual power gradually merged into the Zi Yao Sword.

"Is this...?"

Master Zizhen's eyes widened as an outrageous realization gradually emerged in his memory.

"The method of spiritual fusion."

Feng Yu is indeed using the Lingrong method now.

The so-called method of spiritual fusion is to use one's own spiritual power to replace the forging action, and instead temper the internal core of the weapon, so that the weapon can break through its own quality.

This method may seem simple, but the technology required is not something that most people can understand.

At least, after the core technology of the Lingrong method was lost, no one has ever heard of anyone using the Lingrong method since then.

"First, use the mercury crystal powder to stabilize the appearance of the Purple Yao Sword, and then use the spiritual fusion method to bring the characteristics of the broken gold powder to the extreme. It's a miraculous skill, a miraculous skill."

Zizhen kept sighing, he was completely attracted by Fengyu's casting technology and forgot about the dispute with Fengyu.

"clang."

Finally, a casting sound was heard from inside the Purple Yao Sword, indicating that the Purple Yao Sword was completed.

Watching the Purple Yao Sword slowly fall into his hands, Feng Yu smiled with satisfaction.

After his own transformation, this Purple Yao Sword has completely matched his physical attributes. Its quality is also ridiculously high. It has reached the pinnacle of spiritual weapons and can even be compared with the lowest level of sacred weapons.

On the side, Master Zizhen and the fat shopkeeper were already stunned with astonishment.

Looking at Feng Yu, who had a calm aura, the fat shopkeeper smiled awkwardly, bent down and left the foundry.

Zizhen also smiled awkwardly, rubbed his hands, and came to Fengyu.

“Master…” Zizhen said softly.

Feng Yu didn't say anything.

"Senior..." Zizhen raised his voice.

Feng Yu still ignored it.

"I am not worthy to talk to a master like you." Feng Yu said and was about to leave.

"Senior, Zizhen is blind, please forgive me."

Zizhen suddenly knelt down and pulled Fengyu's sleeve, completely turning into a lackey.

At this time, Zizhen's true face was revealed.

He was a second-level caster, and his apprenticeship was that of a fourth-level caster. Unfortunately, due to his weak talent, he followed his master for thirty or forty years before reaching the level of a second-level caster, and he made no further progress since then.

So he came to this small place called Fenghuo Town to work as a foundry craftsman. Following the idea that it is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix, he became more and more arrogant and domineering in Fenghuo Town.

After he saw Feng Yu use the long-lost method of spiritual fusion, he suddenly realized that the Feng Yu in front of him might be the most precious opportunity in his life.

With such an opportunity right in front of him, how could Zizhen not seize it?

"Senior, can you pass on the method of Ling Rong to Zi Zhen? As long as you pass on the method of Ling Rong to Zi Zhen, Zi Zhen will definitely work like a cow or a horse for you."

Zizhen's attitude was extremely sincere, and he was almost kneeling down to Fengyu.

To be honest, Feng Yu was moved.

At present, he can be said to be a lonely man in Fenghuo Town. He has no confidants of his own, and it is a hindrance for him to do some things.

Once he had his own confidants, he could concentrate on cultivation and ignore other things.

Moreover, given Zizhen's status in Fenghuo Town, he would definitely be a huge help to him.

The Lingrong method is not valuable to him. If Zizhen wants it, just give it to him.

"I can teach you the method of Lingrong, but you have to recognize me as your master." Feng Yu said.

"Zizhen pays respect to the master. I swear to heaven that if I have any rebellious intentions towards the master, I will never be reborn."