Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

Thinking about it now, He Ling still feels a little emotional. She didn't even remember what the chemistry teacher looked like, but she didn't expect that he was right. Although it didn't save her life, it was useful.

When it comes to blacksmithing, He Ling is also an old master. He classifies the parts into categories, those that can be cast in one category, and those that can be directly hammered into shape in another.

With a wave of his hand, a pile of iron ore fell out of the storage bag. Ever since eating the date, He Ling felt that his ability to control objects had become much stronger. Now it was somewhat close to the telekinesis abilities in some superpower movies.

Particles of iron ore flew in the air, then collided with each other until they turned into a pile of debris and stopped.

Then He Ling called the black dog over again. He originally wanted to let it pull the bellows, but the black dog had no hands or feet and couldn't grasp anything, which was a bit troublesome. At this time, Qing'er volunteered to come out. As soon as she landed on the ground, she turned into a ten-meter-long snake. The snake's tail wrapped around the handle of the bellows, and a flame came out of the top of the furnace.

He Ling gave Qing'er a thumbs up, picked up a shovel and started pouring iron ore crumbs into the forge and began to smelt it.

As the temperature rose, the iron ore turned into molten iron, and the magazine turned black and floated above the molten iron. He took out an iron spoon and kept scooping out the magazine. Soon it became a furnace of molten iron. He took out a few pieces of blue crystals, threw them into the forge, and continued to smelt them.

Then use a mold to cool the molten iron into a square raw billet, and the first step is completed.

As the jingling sounds rang out, He Ling also began to forge.

Soon, He Ling discovered a new problem. The quality of this batch of parts was unqualified. There were obvious two-color stratifications on the parts. When they were broken by hand, the parts broke directly from the stratification. After some research, he found that the spiritual ore and iron ore were not well integrated, resulting in the spiritual ore basically deposited at the bottom and the molten iron at the top, which directly formed a fault.

Afterwards, He Ling tried several smelting methods. Even if he stirred it constantly, the density of the spiritual ore was much higher than that of tin. If he didn't move it for a moment, the spiritual ore would start to sink and form a fault.

In the end, He Ling scratched his hair until it was a mess and he couldn't think of a solution. He had no choice but to abandon the spiritual ore and use only iron ore. This time it went much more smoothly and most of the parts were basically completed. However, a big problem was still found during the trial assembly.

He Ling overlooked one point, that is, a larger running cage and an extra-large iron cage require completely different considerations. Stress, its own weight, and material strength are all indispensable. Now it is just a trial assembly, and it has been barely assembled into a shape. There are already many parts deformed, and even the middle forging of an iron cage has a trace of bending because it bears too much weight.

After analyzing for a while, He Ling had to accept the fact that this creaking iron cage had become a pile of scrap metal.

After learning this fact, He Ling almost vomited blood. At this moment, she was lying on the ground in a utterly disfigured state, with her jade-like face tilted to one side. Her eyes were filled with three parts of despair, three parts of hopelessness, three parts of regret, and one part of confusion about who she was and what she was doing here.

After lying there for a while, she couldn't help but say, "Damn it! Why are there so many problems? When I read novels before, didn't other protagonists solve their problems in just two lines? Why do I have so many problems?"

After cursing, He Ling felt a little better. She knew that those were all fabricated by the author and were different from the real situation. She only complained a few words. She lay on the ground for a while before she cheered up.

"It seems that I still need to learn some methods of refining weapons."

As the second of the five arts of alchemy, weapons, formations, talismans, and diet, the status of a weapon refiner is only slightly lower than that of an alchemist. If He Ling really wants to learn weapon refinement, it would be best to find a master to guide him. However, most masters of this era do not treat their apprentices as human beings. If you are not prepared to do odd jobs in the weapon refining pavilion for more than ten years, don't even think about learning anything real. He Ling definitely cannot accept such a long time.

After strolling around the Free Cultivator Square and the Spiritual Scripture Pavilion, He Ling returned to the cave and took out a dozen books.

[Introduction to Weapon Refining: This One Book Is Enough], [Weapon Refining: From Beginner to Mastery], [One Hundred Essential Weapon Refining Facts for Newbies], [Fifty True Weapon Refining Case Studies], [Learn to Refine in Three Months]................

He Ling took a look. Although she felt that the names were a bit unreliable, she thought these were the tallest among her short ones. She picked up a book called [Weapon Refining, From Beginner to Expertise] and started reading.

Until the next morning, He Ling was still looking at the book in his hand, muttering: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is."

I have to say that these books are still useful. Although they don't contain any profound theories, they are still qualified as introductory books.

It was not until she turned to the last page that she realized it was already the next day. She stretched in her chair and then stood up.

She walked straight to the forging room with a hint of sneer on her lips, "Little Spirit Mine, let me see how I can take you down."

She called Qing'er and forged another furnace of iron ore into molten iron. This time, He Ling did not rush to put in the spiritual ore. When the molten iron showed signs of cooling down slightly, He Ling moved her fingertips and an orange-red spiritual fire rose from between her fingers. Then a piece of spiritual ore floated in front of the spiritual fire. When the spiritual ore turned into a ball of lava, it was evenly sprinkled into the molten iron.

The molten iron showed signs of cooling down and became more viscous than before. The spiritual ore molten iron with higher density dripped onto the molten iron and began to sink with difficulty due to its density.

After a while, a furnace of molten iron with spiritual ore added came out of the furnace. Then He Ling scooped out the molten iron and began to cool and shape it to form the original embryo.

According to professional terms, what He Ling is making now can be called spiritual iron, but this is only the first step in refining the weapon. Later, different parts will need to be added with different spiritual ores and spiritual essences, or monster parts, and then formations will be engraved to form a spiritual power circuit.

Better spiritual weapons can even be compared with magic weapons. This is another branch of spiritual weapons - spiritual treasures.

What foundation-building cultivators usually cultivate is called a magic weapon. It is generally powerful, but its function is relatively simple. It can become stronger as the owner becomes stronger. When it reaches the golden elixir stage, it can be transformed into a magic weapon. At this time, it has become a part of the cultivator.

Lingbao is much simpler and generally has more functions. Its power varies greatly with different refining techniques or materials, so it cannot be used as a life-saving magic weapon. However, it breaks through the dilemma of only being able to use one magic weapon.

However, the disadvantage is that spiritual weapons and treasures cannot be placed in the sea of consciousness of the cultivator. If used in combat, the physical sensation is inferior to that of magic weapons and treasures.