C100 alternative casting

A great man once said that when the ape ignited the first spark, man appeared. From a certain perspective, fire was even more important to humans than water. It was because of the existence of fire that humans gradually moved towards civilization.

Chang Jing would be very focused when she thought about the problem, as if she was completely immersed in her own thoughts. He understood that the word "living" in the Broken Sword's mouth definitely did not truly place a person's soul into the sword. However, he could not figure out how it should be.

"Don't think about it if you don't understand," The broken sword had a gratified look as he said to Chang Jing, "There are a lot of things that cannot be done overnight, and will often require an epiphany. When something happens to you, you'll suddenly figure it out. "

"But grandfather, I really don't understand what you're saying. "It's as though I've met something inconceivable. In my mind, death and life are very different. Although the plant can't move, I treat it as a living being. After all, it has a tenacious life, but a sword …"

"That's why I said it requires sudden insight." The broken sword indicated to the domestic servant who was lighting a fire to continue speaking, "If Forging Master has such an easy job, then we, the Jian Hun Family, do not have the need and condition to exist. Let's not think about that today. You should familiarize yourself with the forging process first. "

"That's the only way." Chang Jing let out a long sigh and said, "There are many things in this world that you cannot be impatient for. You need to be patient and have a heart that is willing to be ordinary."

Therefore, Chang Jing started to concentrate on the movement of the broken sword. Other than being more skillful in her technique, she could not see any difference between his grandfather's technique and his father's.

"Grandfather, did the living being you mentioned just appear in these ordinary steps?" When the broken sword in his hand was placed into the furnace to train, Chang Jing could not help but ask.

"I remember my father once said that bestowing life upon a sword requires a calm mind. It is impossible to deliberately do something just because you want it to be alive. However, I am ashamed. I have never been able to achieve this, so even though the sword that was created has a little bit of intelligence, compared to the sword that was created by others, it is inferior. "

The broken sword used an iron clip to take the sword out of the furnace and put it into the water. A burst of mist spread out from the casting chamber along with a sizzling sound.

"Look, this sword is another dead object, and it doesn't have the slightest bit of spirituality to talk to you." The broken sword sighed and threw the sword into a dried up well that he called "Sword Tomb", "I don't know how many swords have been thrown into the Sword Tomb since I took over Jian Hun."

Chang Jing silently looked at the sad and broken sword, he knew that she would not and did not have the qualifications to comfort an old man who was not very proud.

"Grandfather, what's the problem?" After a long while, Chang Jing asked, "Why did it become a dead object?"

"Heh heh, foolish child." The broken sword laughed. "If I knew the reason, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Could there be some craftsmanship that wasn't perfect when forging?"

Hearing Chang Jing's words, the broken sword didn't seem to mind at all and started to seriously consider whether or not she had reached home.

"Perhaps this fire and water are ordinary goods and cannot transmit spiritual power from the outside world." The broken sword said thoughtfully.

"Transfer spirit power inside?" Chang Jing felt a light flashing past her head, "How can this be?!"

"Grandfather, can I try?" Chang Jing pleaded, "I seem to understand a bit of what you just said."

Seeing Chang Jing's passionate look, the broken sword confirmed that it had not misjudged him. Jian Hun had a successor!

"Of course you can. The reason I asked you to come here today was to let you learn."

The broken sword indicated for domestic servant to revive him, but unexpectedly, he was rejected by Chang Jing.

"Grandfather, I want to try my own way. "You just have to bring me the ore."

Then, under the shocked eyes of the Broken Sword and domestic servant, Chang Jing chanted the small fireball's incantation.

"Highest Fire Spirit, use the power of your servants that you have bestowed upon you, small fireball!"

A modified "small" fireball slowly rose from Chang Jing's left palm. Because Chang Jing had gathered a large amount of her magic, the color of the flames became dim.

The ore was quickly melted and purified at high temperature — it was a purity that even the broken sword could not reach.

The broken sword had already begun to get used to its grandson who was always out of his expectations, so it didn't say anything. Although he had heard from others that the Young Master used something called "magic" to cure the Old Mistress's illness and had a good fight with the arrogant and despotic Young Master Li Gute, he had always thought that the rumours were unintentional and were exaggerated. Who knew that what he had seen today was even more profound than what they had heard, and was truly unimaginable. If news of this spread out, it would be strange for people to believe it!

"Grandfather, is there a sword mold here? I can't control it with my mind. "

"Yes, Young Master!" domestic servant quickly ran towards another room.

The Molds here were specially prepared for beginners, and this morning, the domestic servant took the Molds out from the warehouse under Jian Hun's instructions — It had been a long time since a beginner came to the casting chamber.

In a short while, domestic servant was back with the mold. Chang Jing controlled a ball of molten metal and put it in. As she placed the molten metal into the mold, he also sneakily added a large amount of fire attribute Magic Elements and water attributed Magic Elements into the slowly cooling molten metal. This was the enlightenment she got from the broken sword just now — — Put the spiritual object into the sword, and the sword would become alive.

Although no one told Chang Jing that Magic Elements had a spiritual nature, Chang Jing had recently clearly felt the movements of the Magic Elements around him. Especially the feeling she had during the day, made Chang Jing feel that all the Magic Elements were like playful children.

The molten metal followed the mold's shape from high to low, and soon filled up the entire mold. From liquid to solid, from bright red to dark red, the "molten iron" in the mold gradually turned into the appearance of a completely silvery white sword. Chang Jing activated the glacial blade's improved magic once again, causing the ice to become extremely small, so small that many ice crystals gathering together looked like water to the naked eye. He suddenly shot this ball of "water" towards the sword that was cooling down. The moment "water" came into contact with the sword, a strong golden light radiated from the sword, and the entire casting chamber was covered in red light! The three of them had temporarily lost their vision due to the intense light. They could only see darkness. As the three anxiously waited, their vision was finally restored. A simple and unadorned sword was presented in front of them. Its body was no longer silvery-white like water, but instead, on a silvery-white foundation, it 'cracked' a thin, long red 'slit. A red line slashed straight from the center of the sword to the hilt of the sword, and two-thirds of the way to the center was a ball of flame, it looked like it was burning from afar.

"What method is this?" The domestic servant asked in surprise. In his mind, he had never thought that smithing could work in such a way.

Chang Jing looked at the sword that was cracking and sighed, then said: "As expected, it's not working, so grandpa, you should also throw it into the Sword Tomb."

"Why did you lose him?" The broken sword grinned as it grabbed the sword and held it before his eyes to carefully examine it.

"Father said that the most important thing for a good sword is for its color to be pure, but it …" Chang Jing was a little embarrassed to continue, he scratched his head and said, "I think we should just throw it away, I'll try again next time."

"No," said the broken sword firmly, "this is the most special and most promising sword I have ever seen!"