Plane Blessing

"What do you know?"

Yang Fan rolled his eyes and replied irritably.

"This is called having more skills than you need. Have you forgotten that competition at the auction house?"

Seeing how confident he looked, Ning Rongrong grew even more curious.

Could metal forging really hide some secret? One that could make rare metals comparable to a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone?

With candy in her mouth, she spoke somewhat indistinctly. "There are some, mostly for making everyday tools for the sect. Since you want to forge, I'll take you around. I'd like to see what you're hiding."

After leaving the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion, the bustling prosperity of Heaven Dou City washed over them.

Ning Rongrong was in a good mood today. She skipped along in front like a butterfly.

"Why are you walking so fast?"

With his hands behind his head, Yang Fan followed slowly behind her. Looking at Ning Rongrong's petite back, he could not help teasing her.

"You, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, keep running over to my place instead of cultivating properly. If Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo find out, they'll probably break my legs."

Hearing that, Ning Rongrong stopped and abruptly turned around.

She planted her hands on her hips and raised her chin slightly. "Hmph, I'm inspecting the sect's businesses. How is that neglecting my duties?"

The two passed through several bustling streets one after the other before finally stopping in a relatively quiet alley.

Deep within the alley stood a shop with a sign reading "Glazed Workshop."

The storefront was not particularly large, but its decor was antique and imposing. Faint, rhythmic hammering could be heard from within.

"This is the place."

Ning Rongrong stopped and turned back to Yang Fan, a trace of pride flashing in her eyes. "This is one of the best-equipped forging shops under our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. It has every kind of rare metal and ore you could want. Well? Isn't this young lady quite reliable?"

"Do you have Sinking Silver or Magic Silver?"

Yang Fan teased.

"Not here, but the sect treasury might have some in its collection."

Ning Rongrong answered.

Yang Fan nodded.

Yang Fan looked up at the slightly weathered signboard.

"Not bad. It really is a good place."

Ning Rongrong proudly puffed out her chest, pushed open the doors of the Hundred Refinements Workshop, and strode inside.

Yang Fan hurried after her.

A scent of metal and flames rushed toward them from inside.

Yang Fan saw several burly men with bare upper bodies swinging hammers before furnaces, sweat pouring from them.

Hearing the door open, a slightly plump, bearded middle-aged man came over. The moment he saw Ning Rongrong, he immediately bowed respectfully.

"Young Miss, you're here."

Ning Rongrong nodded and pointed at Yang Fan behind her. "Master Wang, this is Pavilion Master Yang from the Treasure Appraisal Pavilion. He needs to borrow your facilities and materials today for some forging practice. Cooperate with him fully. Give him whatever he needs."

"Yes, Young Miss."

Master Wang quickly agreed. He turned to Yang Fan, his eyes holding both curiosity and reverence.

"Pavilion Master Yang, please come with me."

Yang Fan gave Ning Rongrong a slight nod, then followed Master Wang toward the forging room deeper within the shop.

Ning Rongrong remained where she was, watching Yang Fan's straight back with a serious look in her eyes.

I'd like to see how you plan to bring out the value of those lumps of iron.

Deep inside the forging room, the furnace blazed fiercely, warping the air with heat.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked to the workbench. He did not begin immediately. Instead, he picked up several finished forging hammers from the table, weighed them in his hand, and gave them a few test swings.

"The weight is acceptable, but the balance is too far back. There'll be some loss when transmitting force."

Yang Fan shook his head slightly and put the hammer back.

Master Wang, standing to one side, nodded inwardly. A true expert revealed himself the moment he made a move. Pavilion Master Yang really had some skill.

"Pavilion Master Yang, what material do you intend to use?"

Master Wang asked respectfully.

Yang Fan did not answer. Instead, he carefully took a dull gray stone from his storage Soul Tool.

Its surface was covered in pitted scorch marks, making it look utterly unremarkable. Yet beneath its rough exterior, a deep and mysterious starlight faintly shone.

"This is... Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron?!"

Master Wang's pupils contracted sharply as he cried out in shock.

Ning Rongrong was stunned as well. She had personally watched Yang Fan buy it at the auction. Could it be... Suddenly, she began looking forward to what he would do next.

"That's right."

Yang Fan gently rubbed the surface of the meteorite iron with his fingertips, feeling its cool yet resilient texture. He intended to forge this piece of Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron into a pair of forging hammers exclusively for himself.

He had not possessed his own dedicated forging hammers during the era of Legend of the Dragon King. After all, he had grown accustomed to the hammers of his seniors at the Spirit Pagoda, while the forging hammers he made himself had been too ugly to look at. And he did not know whether his luck was poor or whether the plane had it out for him, but he had never produced a single top-tier special effect.

But with this piece of Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron, perhaps it could bring him a few surprises.

Yang Fan's gaze sharpened, and he instantly became utterly focused. He picked up an ordinary iron hammer, heated the Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron until it glowed red in the furnace, then brought the hammer down heavily!

Clang!

A dull impact echoed through the forging room.

Then Yang Fan's movements became smooth and flowing. The iron hammer in his hand seemed to turn into a blur. Every swing carried a wondrous rhythm, borrowing force to apply force in an endless chain.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The hammering fell as densely as a sudden rainstorm, yet each strike was perfectly ordered. With every blow, impurities were forced from the Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron. Its dull gray outer layer gradually peeled away, revealing metal beneath that gleamed with faint starlight.

Master Wang stared in utter amazement.

The forging techniques he had always taken pride in looked like children playing house before Yang Fan.

"Could this be the legendary Chaotic Cloak Hammer?"

The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was not exclusive to the Clear Sky Sect. Its core principle was to borrow force and apply force, but according to legend, only Clear Sky Sect disciples with the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul had ever managed to stack eighty-one strikes.

In this era, Chaotic Cloak might have been a core secret, but in the era of Legend of the Dragon King, anyone with a Saint Craftsman-level inheritance could basically perform it.

Outside the door, Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes lit up as well. Watching Yang Fan's focused and resolute profile illuminated by the firelight, her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

Who knew how much time passed? When Yang Fan finally stopped hammering, two hammerheads with the deep hue of a star-filled sky had taken shape. He quickly drew Secret Silver into wires and fitted them with handles.

"Now comes the main event."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes.

He picked up a sharp carving knife and, without hesitation, cut open his left index finger. Bright red blood immediately welled out and dripped onto the two newly formed Meteorite Hammers.

"Hiss—"

The instant the blood touched the scorching metal, it did not evaporate. Instead, like water falling onto a sponge, it was instantly absorbed!

"Blood Sacrifice?!"

Master Wang staggered back two steps in fright, his face filled with horror.

In the forging world, Blood Sacrifice was an extremely ancient and rare ritual. Every Blood Sacrifice caused some irreversible harm to the forger.

As Yang Fan's blood seeped in, faint silver halos suddenly lit up across the surfaces of the two Meteorite Hammers.

Then the halos turned into two streams of light that raced up his arms and entered his body.