Chapter 52 Something's Not Right (1/2)

During the machine-making process, Yan Yu took out a pot of spiritual spring water from his spatial storage and took a swig.

In an instant, the mental energy depleted from precise control was replenished.

He put down the kettle, his indifferent gaze returning to the pile of cold sheet metal.

The next moment, a silent miracle unfolded just for Ruan Tang.

Yan Yu's slender fingers began to fly up and down, and the hard sheet metal in his hands became as docile as dough.

Strands of golden threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, spilled from his fingertips and silently seeped into the metal.

Occasionally, a faint purple arc of electricity would flash across the metal seam, emitting a barely audible buzzing sound.

There was no deafening hammering sound.

There was no welding that produced sparks.

Only pieces of rusted metal were cut, folded, and fused together as he wished, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

This is not a machine manufacturing plant.

This is clearly a barbaric creation that defies common sense.

Just then, Ruan Tang didn't see it; she had her eyes closed, her mind completely immersed in an indescribable feeling of comfort.

The damp, sweltering moisture in the wheat ears transformed into streams of cool water, rushing eagerly into her limbs and bones.

The tender green Ruomu seedling beside the spiritual root unfolded each leaf contentedly, emitting a satisfied tremor.

Every pore exudes an indescribable comfort.

She sucked up all the moisture from the pile of wheat beside her before opening her eyes with satisfaction.

And in that very instant.

She was completely stunned.

There was no deafening banging in the warehouse as expected, only an eerie, unsettling silence.

Yan Yu stood in front of that pile of scrap metal.

His expression was focused and serious, as if the only thing in the world was what he held in his hands.

Those rusty iron buckets and chipped shovels were incredibly docile in his hands.

His slender fingers lightly traced across a piece of sheet metal.

The hard metal was cut by an invisible blade, leaving smooth and neat edges without a single burr.

He joined the two pieces of sheet metal together, a barely perceptible golden light flashing across his fingertips.

There were no sparks, no smoke.

The seam was then perfectly fused together, and the two different pieces of sheet metal were seamlessly joined together.

Ruan Tang even saw that the man simply ran his finger lightly across the inner wall of the roller.

The iron pieces he embedded instantly transformed into rows of sharp teeth with treacherous angles and a chilling gleam.

this……

Ruan Tang's almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she stared intently at Yan Yu's hand movements.

It was indeed a method she had never heard of before, but something felt off about the technique.

According to the sect's records, true weapon crafting requires drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, using divine sense as the blade and spiritual power as the thread to carve the shape on the weapon blank, then engraving runes, and finally tempering it with Samadhi True Fire to complete the weapon. Every step requires following the way of heaven.

But Yan Yu's methods...

It was very straightforward, with no profound meaning whatsoever; they simply laid out the materials in their hands in a flat and straightforward manner.

Ruan Tang did not sense any fluctuations in spiritual energy, nor did any runes appear. It was as if... a more primal and tyrannical force was forcibly twisting and commanding these metals to obey its will.

The thought flashed through her mind for only a moment before she suppressed it.

Perhaps the methods of cultivation in the overseas immortal mountains are completely different from those in the Central Plains cultivation world. Of course, it could also be because the materials used now are all ordinary iron.

Time slipped away quietly as the man focused on his actions.

The afternoon sun peeked through the cracks in the wooden door of the warehouse, casting straight beams of light in the dim light, and the dust in the air floated quietly in the beams of light.

A fine layer of sweat gradually appeared on Yan Yu's forehead.