Fan Yu handed his work over to his deputy and spent hours each day in the forging room.
Compared with a revolutionary technique that could produce Thousand-Refined metal, his current work seemed insignificant.
He began practicing the method Lu Yi had described. But Fan Yu had no special-effect forging hammer like Lu Yi's, so he used his usual heavy forging hammer.
Thanks to his Soul Douluo-level cultivation, he could swing the heavy hammer for hours and still have strength to spare. That gave him enough time to produce Thousand-Refined metal.
He was no novice, either. Working metal came easily to him, and after a week of intensive practice and reflection, he seemed to have grasped a few key points.
On the fifteenth day, as he hammered the metal, he entered a state close to losing himself entirely.
After more than four hours of hammering, the Heavy Silver finally gave off the distinctive glow of Thousand Refinement and rang out with a crisp note.
The glow was not particularly bright, and the ringing was faint, but the metal's surface bore those fine, dense patterns.
Fan Yu had clearly succeeded in producing Thousand-Refined metal. By then, however, he was exhausted in both body and mind.
Completing a Thousand Refinement had taken a great deal out of Lu Yi too, but Fan Yu was a Soul Douluo. Their cultivation levels were worlds apart. Why was he this tired?
He called Lu Yi over and showed him the results of his work.
Lu Yi had not expected Fan Yu to succeed in just half a month. He had thought it would take at least two or three months.
After asking about the effects that appeared when the Thousand Refinement was completed, Lu Yi judged that this piece of Heavy Silver would have earned a