Jiang Feng looked excitedly at his first creation.
It had been eleven years since he ascended to the Divine Realm. Ever since learning of the Divine Realm's rules, he had dreamed of owning his first metal weapon.
Now, the first metal weapon he had forged with his own hands was about to be born. How could he not be excited?
As he watched Elder Hou open the heavy mold, a silver-gray spearhead fell out from within.
Jiang Feng's expression immediately sank!
This spearhead was far too different from what he had imagined!
Because of the mold, the spearhead looked extremely crude.
The spearhead, which should have been sharp, looked terribly blunt, and its blade could hardly be called keen.
"How did it turn out like this?" Jiang Feng was filled with disappointment.
This spearhead looked like nothing more than an iron rod. Where was the likeness of a spear?
Yet Elder Hou's face was full of excitement.
"Foolish boy, don't fail to appreciate the blessings you have."
"Without a refined mold, being able to forge a blank like this is already no easy feat."
"With just a little polishing, this spearhead will be able to unleash tremendous power."
Jiang Feng was half-convinced, half-doubtful. He watched as Elder Hou took a large stone from his storage space.
"Divine iron is tough and pliable. It's even easier to polish than ordinary stone."
With that, Elder Hou took the "iron rod" and began polishing it. The iron rod constantly scraped against the stone, its rough surface rapidly ground smooth. The formerly blunt spear tip gradually sharpened, while the double-edged blade along the spearhead slowly emerged.
In less than half an hour, an exquisite spearhead appeared in Elder Hou's hands.
Jiang Feng had to admit that Elder Hou truly had a knack for polishing.