Chapter 33 What are the difficulties in creating a magic weapon?

Three days flew by.

This morning, Ye Feng had just finished sparring with Zhang He when he received good news from his father's confidant - the meteorite purchased from Zhang Shiping and Su Shuang had arrived.

Ye Feng hurriedly changed into his regular clothes and took Zhang Liao back to the prefect's mansion.

In a smelting room specially built in the backyard of the prefectural governor's mansion, a huge piece of meteorite was placed in the center.

An old man in his fifties surrounded the meteorite, touching it left and right, looking at it, with a gleam in his eyes, like a lustful man seeing a peerless beauty, or a wine lover encountering a thousand-year-old wine.
"Good stuff, good stuff!"

"Don't worry, Lord Governor. My Gongsun family has made a living by manufacturing weapons for generations. With this piece of meteorite iron, we can definitely make a peerless magic weapon!"

This old man in his fifties is named Gongsun Jian, and he is the direct descendant of Gongsun Ye, a master sword maker in the late Qin Dynasty.

Back then, Gongsun Ye gathered the four greatest sword-making masters in the world to create an amazing divine weapon, the 'Chixiao Sword'. When the sword was completed, dark clouds gathered in the sky, strong winds blew, and there was thunder and rain. Even the Qin Palace, where the royal aura was concentrated, was shaken.

Gongsun Ye also died from exhaustion from carving inscriptions.

Later, Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, obtained the sword, killed the white snake, raised an uprising army, and eventually conquered the world.

For more than four hundred years, all descendants of the Gongsun family wanted to recreate the glory of their ancestors.

It’s a pity that there are no good raw materials. As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice, so I can only sigh in despair.

Seeing this piece of meteorite that is rarely seen in a thousand years today, how could Gongsun Jian not be happy?

When Ye Feng brought Zhang Liao to the smelting room, he was very happy to hear that the old man in front of him, Gongsun Jian, was the descendant of Gongsun Ye.

The descendants of famous people must have extraordinary means.

But Ye Feng was a cautious person. Moreover, the meteorite iron in front of him was rare for thousands of years. It would be a pity to waste it. He couldn't help but ask: "Master Gongsun is over a hundred years old. Does he still have the energy to forge a magic weapon?"

"How about we find some weapon-making masters to work with?"

Gongsun Jian frowned and said bluntly, "How can an ordinary person cooperate with me?"

"The art of making tools requires perfection and perfection in one go. If you don't have people who have worked together for many years to forge tools and have perfect cooperation, then it's better to have nothing!"

"Does the Master doubt my methods?"

Ye Feng smiled faintly. Although he did not admit it, the expression in his eyes showed that he still had some doubts.

Gongsun Jian snorted coldly. If the meteorite before him wasn't so hard to find, he would definitely walk away with his temper.

But now.
Holding back the anger in his heart, Gongsun Jian shouted outside, "Bring over the weapons I made on weekdays, so that Master Ye can have a good look at them."

Several disciples who were waiting outside immediately came up carrying several large boxes.

Open the box and you will find all kinds of weapons inside.

Ye Feng casually took out a long sword, which he felt was extremely light. He slashed at the wooden block beside him, and the wooden block broke into two pieces.

"Good sword, good sword!!"

Although he was not proficient in the way of weapons, Ye Feng could see that these were extraordinary items.

Gongsun Jian said proudly: "If the material was not of the highest quality, the quality of this sword could be raised to a higher level, and it could really reach the level of being able to cut through iron like mud."

Ye Feng nodded slightly, put down the sword in his hand, clasped his fists and bowed: "I am ignorant and doubted the master's skills, please forgive me." "I will leave the matter of making the magic weapon to you, sir. If you need anything, I will do my best to find it for you."

Gongsun Jian was still very satisfied with Ye Feng's attitude. He nodded slightly and explained the names of some of the needed minerals one by one.

Fortunately, these accessories were not too difficult to find. After about a day, Gongsun Jian entered the furnace room again.

For the next three days, Ye Feng did not return to the Xishan military camp, but stayed with Gongsun Ye and watched him forge the magic weapon with his own eyes.

At first, Gongsun Jian was very unhappy, thinking that Ye Feng still doubted his skills, but he soon found that Ye Feng was not deliberately disbelieving or finding fault, but was seriously observing his forging method, and occasionally put forward some constructive suggestions, such as how to quickly improve the efficiency of dissolving meteorite iron, how to quickly increase the temperature of the furnace, etc.
Gongsun Jian didn't believe it at first. He always felt that a young boy who spoke nonsense could never compare to their family's hundreds of years of heritage.
But after Ye Feng insisted on testing it once, the effect was indeed as Ye Feng said.

Later on, the two of them communicated more and more, and the few disciples who originally could say a few words and listen to the master's teachings became tools instead.

What they do has almost nothing to do with making magic weapons.

But the two people who were forging the magic weapon were one their master and the other the prefect's son. How dare they lose their temper?
Seeing that all the meteorite iron had turned into molten iron and the mold for the spear had been completed long ago, Gongsun Jian was in trouble.

The blood-drawing method and soul-dissolving method passed down in the family failed after several attempts.

After much thought, the only explanation is that the material is too good, and the magic weapon made is better than the 'Chixiao Sword' made by the ancestor back then.

The night was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Gongsun Jian sat at the door of the smelting room, smoking his pipe alone.

The energy consumed in the past few days, coupled with today's blood-drawing and soul-dissolving methods, made him even more depressed.

Gongsun Jian didn't care about his physical weakness. As a descendant of Gongsun Ye, his lifelong pursuit was to surpass the Chixiao Sword made by his ancestor.

Even if he really had to sacrifice his life for the sword like his ancestors did when it was completed, he would do it without hesitation.

But the difficulty now is that the blood-drawing and soul-dissolving methods that are passed down seem to be insufficient as they are of too low a quality. However, the original smelting method had already been discontinued in the turbulent times. It is simply impossible to search the whole world for a better blood-drawing and soul-dissolving method than the one handed down by his Gongsun family.

Are we going to see this unprecedented divine weapon fall at the last moment?
what can we do about it?

Puffs of thick smoke came out of Gongsun Jian's mouth, and his face was full of melancholy at this moment.

"Master, come and taste the Thousand Days Drunk brewed by my family!!"

"One cup can relieve all your worries!"

At some point Ye Feng came up to Gongsun Jian with two jugs of wine.

If it were normal, Gongsun Jian, who loved wine, would definitely jump up and couldn't wait to taste the wine.

But today, he was not in the mood, nor did he have the face to drink the wine that Ye Feng brought.

With a sigh, Gongsun Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, I am afraid I will betray your trust."

"This spear can only cut through iron like mud, but it is far from being a divine weapon."

Ye Feng smiled calmly: "Master, you have spent a lot of energy these days to create a special weapon for me. I have seen it all. Even if there are flaws, it is God's will. As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. I have only gratitude towards you, how can I have any resentment?"

“I just don’t know why.”

"Master, why don't you tell me so I can discuss it?"

(End of this chapter)