He concentrated and studied it word by word. When he encountered something he didn't understand, he thought about it over and over again. If he really couldn't figure it out, he took two more pills.
The coolness of the elixir and the obscurity of the book intertwined in his mind, like a battle between ice and fire.
"One...two...three..." Ye Feng mechanically stuffed the elixir into his mouth, and the elixir was consumed at an alarming rate.
The fire on the side burned quietly, occasionally making a "crackling" sound.
I don’t know how long it took, but Zhuo Yezi’s work had been completed. She was ready to pack up her tools and go back to her room to rest.
When passing by Ye Feng, Zhuo Yezi was shocked by his "drug-taking" learning method.
"Ye... Mr. Ye, are you... eating jelly beans?" Zhuo Yezi's eyes widened. Ye Feng didn't even raise his head, and mumbled something vaguely: "Master Zhuo, please rest, I have to continue studying!"
Zhuo Yezi looked at Ye Feng's indifferent expression, then looked at the many empty pill bottles in his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched a few times. This was a high-grade concentration pill, one worth five hundred crystal stones, and he just ate it like this?
She really couldn’t understand that although this Concentrating Pill could calm the mind and energy, it was not taken in this way!
She saw another bottle of Comprehension Pill, and the muscles on her face almost spasmed in surprise. The hammer in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, but she didn't even notice it.
A low-grade enlightenment pill is worth a thousand spiritual stones... Zhuo Yezi finally shook his head and left the weapon refining room silently.
The fire was still burning quietly, emitting a blazing temperature that made Ye Feng's face turn red.
In the refining room, only Ye Feng was left alone, and the "Fundamentals of Mortal Level Weapon Refining" that seemed to be endless.
The night is getting darker, but the temperature in the refining room has not dropped at all.
Ye Feng's eyes were bloodshot, but he had no intention of stopping.
He felt like a piece of iron ore that had been thrown into a furnace, undergoing painful smelting, and the "Basics of Ordinary Artifact Refining" was the burning flame.
"Huh..." Ye Feng exhaled a long breath and turned the page of the book.
He felt like his head was about to explode, but at the same time, an unprecedented understanding came to him.
He followed the instructions in the book and carefully controlled the fire. The flames followed his wishes, sometimes violently, sometimes mildly.
He grabbed a piece of dark iron ore, which is the most common iron ore and the most commonly used material for getting started with weapon refining.
"Go!" Ye Feng shouted and threw the iron ore into the fire.
Under the high temperature, the iron ore gradually turns red, then slowly softens, and finally turns into a ball of hot molten iron, rolling and jumping in the fire.
Ye Feng's forehead was beaded with fine beads of sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. All his attention was focused on the ball of molten iron.
He carefully controlled the temperature and shape of the molten iron according to the method in the book, sometimes using spiritual power to guide it, and sometimes using tools to shape it.
Sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the hot ground, making a "sizzling" sound.
"Condensation!"
After an unknown period of time, Ye Feng suddenly shouted loudly, formed a complex seal with his hands, and a stream of spiritual power penetrated into the molten iron.
The tumbling molten iron suddenly quieted down, and then quickly solidified, turning into a... weird-shaped iron lump.
Looking at this "masterpiece" in front of him, Ye Feng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
This thing may be said to be a hammer, but it looks a bit different. It may be said to be an iron rod, but it is too thick. In short, it looks nothing like it.
"Unidentified object?" Ye Feng almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
However, he was not discouraged, but instead ignited a stronger fighting spirit.
He threw the "unidentified object" aside, grabbed another piece of iron ore and threw it into the fire.
"I don't believe it, I can't make anything decent yet!" Ye Feng said through gritted teeth, his eyes full of unyielding.
The fire burned brightly again, making his face even redder.
In the refining room, the sound of "ding-ding-dong-dang" was heard again, as well as Ye Feng's energetic roar.
Time and time again, Ye Feng kept failing and trying again and again.
The fire illuminated his resolute face, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
Finally, after an unknown number of attempts, a... very rough long sword appeared in his hand.
Although it is crude, this is after all the first weapon he refined with his own hands.
Ye Feng held the long sword, feeling the artistic power contained in it, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.
"I finally got started with the art of ordinary weapon refining."
He whispered to himself, his eyes shining with excitement.
In the following days, Ye Feng studied books and kneaded elixirs during the day, and practiced by the fire at night.
Add the guidance of the beautiful weapon refiner——Zhuo Yezi.
His weapon-refining skills gradually improved, and the weapons he refined became more and more "shaped".
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Ye Feng came to Zhuo Yezi again.
"Master Zhuo, this is the top-grade Fire Condensing Pill."
He handed a jade bottle to Zhuo Yezi with confidence in his tone.
Zhuo Yezi took the jade bottle and opened it, his eyes flashed with surprise again.
"High-quality elixir? Fire-condensing elixir! It can enhance the power of fire-attribute skills!"
She took a deep look at Ye Feng, seeming a little surprised.
"Thanks to Master Zhuo for your guidance these days, I want to go one step further and refine spiritual weapons."
Ye Feng smiled modestly.
Zhuo Yezi frowned. This ordinary-level weapon refining requires at least three years of training before you can learn the primary weapon refining technique.
The average person may not be able to become a junior weapon refiner even after three years of training, and may even stay at the ordinary level forever.
There is a huge gap between ordinary level and elementary level.
He, after only practicing for three days, wanted to become a junior weapon refiner, which was tantamount to wishful thinking.
However, looking at the high-grade Fire Condensing Pill in my hand, I just thought to myself, after all, the wielder has short hands.
"In this case, I will teach you the basic weapon refining technique."
Zhuo Yezi took out a heavier book from the shelf and handed it to Ye Feng.
"Elementary weapon refining is much more complicated than ordinary weapon refining, so you have to be mentally prepared."
Ye Feng took the book and turned the first page, only to feel a more profound breath coming towards his face.
He took a deep breath, cursed the system a thousand times in his heart, and began to study it seriously.
Basic refining involves more materials, more complex techniques, and more sophisticated control.
Ye Feng spent more time and energy studying and practicing.
He kept trying, kept failing, and kept learning from his failures, constantly scolding the "dog system" for its shameless tasks.
His fingers were burned and holes were burned through his clothes by sparks.
But he never gave up. There was a beautiful master by his side to guide him and he always persisted.
Time flew by like a flash, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Ye Feng stood by the fire with a focused expression.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Ye Feng held a hammer bigger than his head in his right hand, and held a piece of red-hot metal in his left hand. Beads of sweat fell down like rain.
"Why is this thing more difficult to deal with than Nangong Xue's bad temper?"
Ye Feng muttered, and increased the strength of his hand.