Whenever Fat Tiger felt too weak to fan the flames, a Spirit Pill was immediately stuffed into his mouth.
The surging immortal spiritual energy made his tiger heart pound wildly, his meridians swell and ache. Fat Tiger suspected his boss was too focused on refining metal to notice what kind of Spirit Pill she had grabbed. Its grade was too high—he was about to be burst to death by immortal qi...
Just as Fat Tiger was about to lose control and grow fat again,
Bai Yujun casually swung a palm without looking back, dispersing the turbulent medicinal power that had accumulated in Fat Tiger's belly.
She lifted the furnace lid and poked her head inside to inspect the details of the metal's smelting.
Staring at the slowly fusing metals, she frowned deeply. Too slow. After calculating again and again, she confirmed that the Eight Trigrams Furnace had already reached its limit. The Metal Materials she had collected were extraordinary, and the new alloy being forged was far too hard. The more she added, the slower it melted. The huge lump of metal inside the furnace grew ever more stubborn, while much material still lay outside on the ground. Her calculations showed that smelting it all would take several centuries.
To one Half a Step Hun Yuan, several centuries were no more than the blink of an eye, but Bai Yujun did not want to wait. She had to find a way to save time.
She frowned at it for a while.
Silently calculating the properties of divine fire, she ran tens of thousands of simulations in an instant and worked out a solution.
Drawing a breath, she exhaled Scorching Dragon Flame into the furnace.
The interior of the Eight Trigrams Furnace was immense. Even Bai Yujun's dragon flame could not