On the extremely spacious Training Ground, ten huge piles of firewood had been stacked high, their positions forming a crescent-shaped semicircle.
Actually, the pattern held no deeper meaning and provided no special enhancement. Zhang Yang simply believed that whenever other mages cast spells, they constructed a hexagram on the ground. As a promising young talent devoted to cultivation, he absolutely could not be outdone in that regard.
And so, this crescent-moon pattern had come into being.
At that moment, Zhang Yang stood right in the center of the crescent, his expression solemn. Beneath his feet lay a massive, pitch-black iron ingot. One look was enough to tell that its quality was poor—good quality, my foot. To smelt such a huge ingot, the intermediate blacksmith had nearly threatened to kill himself. With the conditions available at the Blacksmith Shop, they simply lacked the ability to smelt an ingot this large.
But the lord had given an order, so he could only make do as best he could. Thus, it went without saying just how poor the ingot's quality was.
Zhang Yang did not care. The power he commanded was already beyond that blacksmith's understanding.
Ever since his soul strength had risen to A-, he had already stepped into the extraordinary realm with one foot. He was a hero unit.
"What are you looking at? Scram farther away."
After driving away the anxious onlookers, Zhang Yang calmly took out the deer demon's vital essence. Yes, it was that very fellow who had forced him into a desperate corner and made him establish a village on a whim. The grass on that fellow's grave was already a meter tall.
In the past, Zhang Yang had not dared refine the deer demon's vital essence because he lacked the ability. But now that he had