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Jiang Lin's soul power had been far stronger than most people's from birth. If a high-tier Alchemist examined Jiang Lin's Soul Strength, they would surely be astonished, because his soul realm had innately been at the Mortal Realm Peak. That was also why his mother believed he possessed exceptional talent as an Alchemist. However, later upheavals had led her to believe that becoming an Alchemist was too dangerous, so she had specifically instructed Mr. Yao not to let Jiang Lin embark on the path of an Alchemist.

His soul realm, far beyond that of ordinary people, gave Jiang Lin extraordinary perception. Through his faint Dou Qi, he could sense the subtle changes metals underwent during forging, much like how Alchemists could sense the extraction of medicinal essence while refining pills.

"Many powerful Dou Qi practitioners in this world can create Dou Techniques best suited to themselves. In other words, the release of Dou Techniques and the flow of energy must follow some kind of pattern, right? And that pattern should be quite simple, not too difficult. Otherwise, this world would not have such a vast variety of low-tier Dou Techniques."

Inside the forging room, Jiang Lin sorted the various forged materials while taking out the minerals Mr. Yao had given him.

A Yellow-grade low-tier Battle Weapon was not something that could truly be forged so easily. Jiang Lin had spent at least two months preparing to forge that Battle Weapon before finally succeeding in one attempt. Now that he had blueprints and experience, forging the Water Pattern Gold Dagger again would be much more efficient. As long as it did not interfere with his cultivation, buying materials, refining them, forging them, and tuning the Dou Qi channels within the weapon could all be completed in no more than three days.

"But... what kind of pattern is it?" Drenched in sweat beneath the blazing heat, Jiang Lin held a hammer and steadily struck the piece of Woven Iron glowing red in his hand.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The rhythmic ringing of metal was like the evening drum and morning bell echoing from a secluded mountain valley. Its tone was light, its rhythm slow, and its echoes distant and deep, giving one an almost dazed sense of inner tranquility.

In an environment that should have been noisy and restless, Jiang Lin seemed to have entered a meditative state. His heart was incomparably calm, while his thoughts were vast yet swift.

"It failed. Why?"

"The human meridians are also a form of matter. It shouldn't have failed."

"Failed again?"

"This multi-frequency differential circuit really can be achieved through 'resistance.' But what use is that? I'll write it down first."

"One thousand and one verifications. Sure enough, what books say is just meant to comfort people. Failure is still failure. Why am I taking some chicken-soup quote so seriously?"

"..."

Jiang Lin remained in this forging state for two whole months. Then, as the Dou Qi within him rapidly completed a full circulation and gathered near his Dantian, his mind suddenly became clear. At the same time, a third wisp of Dou Qi, like a tiny flame, was born within his Dantian.

Dou Qi, Third Stage!

Clang. Jiang Lin, who had been carrying out the tedious purification and forging process, suddenly stopped. His originally deep black eyes, which had lost their focus and shine, suddenly burst forth with an incomparably dazzling light!

Jiang Lin first glanced at the corner of the forging room, where the various metals he had refined over the past two months were piled up. Small slips of paper had been attached to those high-purity materials, bearing simple symbols and numbers that only Jiang Lin could understand. Those symbols and numbers were his classifications of the materials' properties during the forging process.

Jiang Lin glanced at the red-hot iron in his hand and tossed it straight into the pool beside him.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Amid billowing white steam, Jiang Lin fetched a grimy pen and paper from a nearby shelf. He drew a simple human figure, then marked all of his knowledge of the human meridians onto it.

Riiip!

Jiang Lin then tore the human figure from the paper, tearing off its arms and legs separately as well. Soon, amid the pale white steam, a gray paper figure appeared in his hands.

Without saying a word, Jiang Lin used blood-red pigment to mark several acupoints on the gray paper figure's feet, points with which he was intimately familiar. Beneath the hazy white mist, his fingers were stained with "blood." His face was gloomy, and the dark circles beneath his eyes from his lack of rest made his gaze seem especially sinister.

Within the shadowy room, Jiang Lin stared at the gray paper figure covered in blood-red marks. His trembling fingers slowly snapped and twisted the bloody paper figure's limbs! In a daze, Jiang Lin seemed to hear the bloody paper figure's anguished cries as it repeatedly called his name and begged for mercy. The voice grew louder and louder, but Jiang Lin seemed not to hear it. Looking at the bloody paper figure whose limbs he had snapped and twisted into all kinds of shapes, a sickly fervor seemed to emerge upon his face?!

The blood-red paper figure wailed without end! It screamed without end! It begged in agony without end!

Jiang Lin!

Jiang Lin!!

Jiang Lin!!!

"Jiang Lin!!!! Are you trying to burn the house down?! Why have you made so much smoke?! Are you deaf? I've been calling you forever, and you haven't answered!"

With a bang, the wooden door to Jiang Lin's forging room was kicked open by Xiao Yi Xian, dressed in a white and purple gown. She was immediately choked by the smoke within. Just as she was about to cough, the red glow cast by the blazing furnace in the room allowed her to vaguely glimpse a dark figure amid the white mist.

That dark figure in the mist kept twisting the limbs of a blood-red little figure in its hands. As Xiao Yi Xian stared blankly and focused her gaze, the scene became slightly clearer. Yet that slight clarity was enough for her to see that, beneath the ominous red glow that seemed to herald disaster, the dark figure wore an incomparably strange and terrifying smile at the blood-red little figure it had tortured beyond recognition.

It was the fervent smile of an evil cultist beholding the god they worshipped most!

Through the ominous red mist, Xiao Yi Xian could also see that person's eyes—fervent and sinister, like those of a man-eating beast!

The evening breeze outside, nearing dusk, gently stirred behind Xiao Yi Xian. The wind that had once felt cool and refreshing now filled her with an indescribable chill!

"Dimensions! It's dimensions!"

"Woohoo! Dimensions! Space! Three dimensions! Solid forms!"

"Two points make a line, three points make a plane, and only four points can form a solid!"

"I've figured it out! Woohoo! I'm taking off! Master! I've figured it out! No, where did this master come from? Hahaha! I'm the master!"

"Distance ratios! These are all three-dimensional solids scaled down in equal proportions!"

"I'm a stupid pig, just as stupid as Xiao Yi Xian! Different molecular structures can form different macroscopic substances! And those structures are three-dimensional too! I should have realized it long ago! Why did I suddenly become so stupid, just like Xiao Yi Xian?! Sob, sob, sob! I'm so stupid! I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying because I'm stupid!"

"Stop!!!"

Listening to the ghostly wails coming from the room, Xiao Yi Xian no longer found the evening breeze at her back cold... On the contrary, she was absolutely furious now!