Before they knew it, they were already in their second year in Silver Crown City.
The stove in the woodshed burned around the clock, the waves of heat nearly roasting them dry.
More than a dozen ruined broad-bladed swords lay scattered across the workbench. This was the second batch of materials they had scrapped this month.
The elves' Active Circuit was simply wicked beyond belief.
Not only did it require extremely precise control, it also required forcefully infusing a special kind of aether into the metal. That aether brimmed with vitality; the structure of human meridians simply could not produce such a thing.
But Su Li had an outrageous trump card: that incomplete Sword Spirit Root could directly mimic a similar vibration frequency through sheer imitation.
To overcome this technical bottleneck, the two of them had spent more than half a year grinding away day and night in this rundown woodshed, eventually developing a two-person forging method.
"The third piece of Crimson Flame Steel! Hurry!" Bare-chested, Su Li swung the massive iron hammer in his hand, which weighed a hundred jin.
Elonore immediately picked up a red-hot ingot and threw it onto the anvil.
Today, she wore a thin short shirt that had been washed pale, its sleeves rolled up to her shoulders to reveal broad stretches of snow-white arms beaded with fine sweat.
Su Li raised his hammer and brought it down.
"Clang!"
Tremendous force crashed down upon the ingot. Violent fire-element aether surged through the hammer's handle and into the heart of the metal.
"Put your hands on it!" Su Li tossed aside the hammer and planted one palm against the base of the blade.
Elonore did not hesitate in the slightest. She stepped forward at once and pressed both hands tightly onto the sword tip.
They had