Chapter 727 — The Old Stubborn Bull
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
So what exactly is going on here? " Other people, when they refined treasures, took success for success without wondering about the reason; but he was all the more interested in the cause of this phenomenon.
"I wonder how wear-resistant it is. " Shen Mu rummaged through the Taotie Pouch and took out the Heaven-Mourning Bell. This bell was a treasure of Mingdu.
In the Celestial-Yin Realm, disciples of Mingdu had once bombarded him with this treasure, causing him no small amount of trouble.
The Heaven-Mourning Bell was a treasure forged by gods and demons, made of the same Celestial-Yin Gold as the sword core in Shen Mu's hand — except that his sword core carried a little additional Buddha-essence red chrome. Shen Mu lifted the bell and rubbed its rim against the sword core.
He ground away for a long while, and a patch of the bell's rim was worn away, yet the sword core remained utterly unharmed.
"It is extremely wear-resistant as well! " Shen Mu stood stunned. In terms of forging technique, his own skill was indeed remarkable, but it was not remarkable to such a degree.
"Was it the effect of heavenly fire and demonic fire? There is something to that, but more likely it was the abnormally intense heat and impact produced by that explosion just now.
" Shen Mu frowned slightly.
"Can explosions also be used for smelting and forging? Why did Grandpa Mojiang never teach me. .
. Wait!
In treasure refining, the smelting is done with a hammer pounding again and again; at the foundry, giant mechanical giants press and forge, delivering millions of jin of pressure in an instant. When a deity like Grandpa Mojiang swings his hammer, the pressure can rise to several hundred or several thousand times that of the mechanical giants!
In the instant the hammer falls, the temperature climbs to nearly that of the sun's surface!
But an explosion can produce the same effect — and the pressure an explosion brings is even greater! " His eyes lit up.
He paced back and forth, muttering, "When heavenly fire and demonic fire crash together and explode, the heat and pressure they produce are beyond even a god-demon like Grandpa Mojiang could match — that is how my sword core was forged to perfection in a single stroke! Explosive treasure-refining holds vast promise!
" Shen Mu spread his five fingers. The sword core suddenly rang with a clang and split into eight thousand swords, their tips all pointing toward the center. At a stirring of his mind, the sword core vanished and transformed into two long blades. Shen Mu seized them and began to execute the Night Slash — A Thousand Cities in Wind and Rain, but after only half a move he was gasping, and nearly fell to his knees. "The sword core is too heavy," he panted. "Driving it with primal qi is one thing, but holding it in my hands, I can barely manage a single move. " A thought flickered through his mind, and the two long blades vanished, merging back into a fist-sized sword core. Even stored in the Taotie Pouch, it pulled at his belt and dragged his trousers down.
The Capital Guard had noticed the explosion and hurried over, riding great birds with black feathers and crimson crests. Seeing Shen Mu in his tattered, ruined clothes, they started and asked hastily, "Lord Shen, what happened here? " Shen Mu waved a hand and laughed. "Just a small matter.
No need to worry. I'm heading back to the Tujiang Foundry — you can fill in the crater this explosion made.
" With that, he set off for the foundry. The guardsmen exchanged glances, watching this Lord Shen, whose fame filled the capital, trudge with difficulty along the river toward the foundry, half a snow-white buttock exposed at every step. "Should we offer his lordship a piece of clothing to cover his shame?
" one soldier murmured. The captain hesitated a moment, then shook his head.