Chapter 256 God-cast bedrock, January sword
"Take all the broken swords in the sword pool and use them as firewood to help this sword reach the top of all swords!" Old Zhang revealed a hint of ambition and instructed the apprentice who was adding wood to the sword furnace.
The apprentice responded, went to the sword pool to get the sword, and threw it into the sword furnace.
The energy of fine iron and the spirituality of the sword converged towards Jiang Yi's sword embryo.
The sword became heavier and heavier, and it became increasingly difficult for the four winds on it to lift it.
"There is a sword in Liyue, called the Thousand Rocks Ancient Sword, which is also related to the Han family."
"The sword was originally made by cutting rocks. Rock is the divine bedrock that constitutes Liyue Harbor. It has some of the power of the Rock King. It is extremely heavy. It was the standard weapon of the Thousand Rock Army in ancient times. Now no one can lift it!"
"This sword of yours has absorbed the power of ancient remains. It is already very heavy and is lifted by the wind. Now, after it is successfully forged, it is estimated to weigh as much as ten Thousand Rock Ancient Swords."
Old Zhang said embarrassedly that he just realized that when he ordered the apprentices to throw the wind and rock ores into the sword furnace when the furnace was opened, those apprentices also mixed the basket of God-casting bedrock fragments left in the warehouse into the ore and poured it in.
It was Jiang Yi who took the sword, not him, which caused him to lack perception of the weight of the sword and make a mistake.
I realized something was wrong when I saw the balance between the power of wind and rock was broken.
A force was generated during the sword's worship, and the floating sword body actually sank a little.
"I think this is God's will! After it's forged, the customer will need some time to get used to the weight." Old Zhang didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say this.
He beat his chest and stamped his feet inwardly, for this mistake would make him regret for the rest of his life.
Smash the sign! Smash the sign!
Jiang Yi's mouth twitched slightly. If you hadn't told me earlier, I would have thought the change in the sword's weight was normal!
He didn't blame anyone, but if there were unexpected changes, he would make up for it quickly.
The power of the sword is actually stronger after adding the God-forged Bedrock, which is a good thing.
If he wanted to swing it, he could actually do so.
But suddenly changing the weight of the sword will cause some discomfort and will require a period of adjustment.
"Since it is God's will, let's add a wisp of wind to improve the quality!" Jiang Yi reached out to touch his Sword Saint badge, wanting to melt it, but it didn't feel good and the power was not enough.
He reached to his waist and took out the wind catcher.
"There is a breath of the Mondstadt wind god in here. It should be able to strengthen the power of the wind above and restore the balance."
There might really be the emperor's divine power in the divine bedrock, but there must not be much divine power in these fragments.
It should be enough if you add a touch of Fengshen's tone to it.
He pinched the mouth of the bottle with his palm, and used his true energy to construct alchemical runes, which flowed into the bottle.
The structure of the wind catcher was no longer a secret to him after he practiced alchemy.
Green light emanated from the wind-catching bottle, and Jiang Yi directly threw the entire wind-catching bottle into the sword furnace.
The wind-catching bottle melted, and the aura of the wind god inside it turned into liquid, crystal clear liquid, which flowed into the sword body.
A cluster of alchemical runes flashed on the sword like tadpoles.
Decompose and reconstruct, retaining the characteristics of the wind catcher on the sword, so that the sword can catch the wind and automatically condense wind elements and wind particles.
Although it may not be able to create a wind field after forging, it can definitely fly.
"Wind... God?" Old Zhang was shocked. He knew that Jiang Yi was extraordinary, but he didn't expect that he could come up with such a treasure.
When the sword embryo turned red, Jiang Yi took it out.
He immediately began to hammer away, blending the wind with the rock inside.
Clusters of dazzling light bloomed on the sword embryo, and the wind brought the seeds of stories, which sprouted in time and cracks in the rocks.
Everything the sword body has witnessed has made the sword embryo continue to sublimate.
Jiang Yi cut his wrist, and blood gushed out, falling onto the sword as the final nourishment.
By the way, complete the Qi sacrifice, sword intent sacrifice, blood sacrifice... and multiple master recognition ceremonies to prevent other spirits from appearing and devouring the master after the sword embryo is successfully forged.
Jiang Yi's sword path is not the way to nurture sword spirits and sword souls. His sword can only have one consciousness, which is his consciousness.
This is what he wants: the unity of man and instrument.
The addition of sword spirits would hinder fusion.
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Twenty-five days later,
Outside of the Hanfeng ironware, the turmoil caused by Jiang Yi and Lao Zhang taking swords has subsided.
As the largest trading port on the continent of Teyvat, Liyue Harbor is never short of bustle.
The topic of conversation after dinner can range from Liyue to Mondstadt, from Xumi to Zhidong, from Inazuma to Fontainebleau...
Only a few people still care about the vision of that day.
When a boatman passing by who wanted to repair his weapons saw the closed door, he would remember that Lao Zhang was forging weapons.
The forging time of a four-star sword is different from that of an ordinary sword. For this kind of weapon, time is meaningless, and the existing sword blank omits a lot of early sword forging steps of finding the main material.
After fire forging, hammering and quenching, the sword is completed.
What we look at later is the story given to the sword blank, whether it is rich enough, profound enough, and whether there are any traces left inside the sword body.
This process depends half on the craftsman's skills and half on God.
According to records, some swords were completed overnight, some took a year to complete, and some took a lifetime to nurture the story in the sword embryo and turn it into power.
Why the time gap is so large involves the real inheritance skills and understanding of the story.
It is easiest to forge a story that all children know. The most difficult is to use a story that has never been forged as a blueprint, or to create a map to carry the story yourself.
"Xiangling, you're finally back!" Master Mao from Wanmin Hall said to his daughter with a smile, "I feel like your reputation has grown a lot these days, and many new faces have come here to see you."
"Where did you go to collect the ingredients? Be careful!"
Xiangling listened to Master Mao's chatter: "I know, I know! My marksmanship is very impressive!"
"Oh right! I used up all the pots I brought out this time!"
"I wanted to ask Lao Zhang for help to make some strong and durable blacksmiths, but why is his blacksmith shop closed and no longer in business?"
Xiangling's face was full of curiosity.
Master Mao didn't go to see closely that day, but he saw the young man and Old Zhang on the stage from afar.
I heard the details from the guests who came to eat.
"There is a customer who has obtained the Hanfeng Iron Sword Forging Postage and wants to forge a four-star sword."
"Old Zhang is in seclusion, burning the furnace and forging swords!"
"Come to think of it, that customer ordered a grilled tiger fish and tender pepper chicken from me the day before! He asked me if you were there, girl."
He would not have remembered this little thing at first, but the other party made such a big fuss the next day, and his appearance was quite outstanding, so he remembered it.
"As soon as the customer took out the sword blank, the wind blew and the sand was almost blown onto my stall!" Master Mao complained a little when he talked about this.
Xiangling and Guoba looked at each other and felt a gust of wind appear out of nowhere.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger! Master Mao yelled that it was not good, and he took away all the bacon drying on the window and hung them inside.
The people who were eating at Tiger Rock in Liyue Harbor had their clothes flying.
I quickly looked up at the sky, hoping that it wasn't a storm at sea.
"Clang!" The sound of a sword rang out and a strong wind blew.
"Clang! clang! clang..." The swords worn by the pedestrians all made loud sword sounds and bowed in the direction of the cold iron weapon!
A purple cloud rose into the sky, and the swords hummed like bells, drums and other ritual music.
The clear sword roar was majestic and heavy, like a mountain pressing down on one's head, or like a dragon emerging from the abyss.
The clouds in the sky turned into a vortex, and a bolt of lightning fell into the cold front iron weapon.
