"Forget it, I don't have time to deal with you, you're on your own!"
Sikong Wei tossed a half-made heat-resistant suit to Ye Hanjun, turned around to see that Master Tu and Da Mu'er were struggling, and immediately gave up dispersing Ye Hanjun, rushing back into the core forge.
"Accelerant! Accelerant! Get me a bottle of accelerant!"
"Right! And Rust flowers, pick the largest ones! ….Forget it! I don't have time to put off, quickly bring them all!"
Master Tu was not young, about the same age as Jiang Yongnian.
When he screamed, his voice was like a giant bell, causing people's eardrums to hum.
Sikong Wei yelled in acknowledgment and ran to the left. After he found the target in a pile of instruments, he started rummaging through it.
A miraculous scene occurred simultaneously. The various needles originally embedded in his chest flew up.
The ends of these needles were all tied with a thread, fluttering up and down as though endowed with spirits.
In just five or six seconds, they arrived at a shelf on the right, the sharp points of the needles picked up a medicine box and flew back together.
Ability...'Mysterious Needle'!
This is the only active ability of the F-class professional tailor.
The effect is to manipulate flying needles, which are used to weave clothes under normal circumstances, and to ambush during inappropriate ones, depending on whether the Patron is clever or not.
Sikong Wei was divided in his attention, using the Mysterious Needles to gather the two types of materials that Master Tu wanted in the shortest time possible.
"Give me the accelerant! Throw the Rust flowers directly into it!"
Master Tu shouted loudly, lifting a large hammer that emerged from who knows where, his face flushed red in his fervour.
"Just a little bit more! We're so close to success!"
"This is one of the secret recipes of the Dwarf tribe, they refuse to sell it at any cost!"
"I've been studying the fragment of this metal for three whole years... I have a feeling that the rare metal 'Blue Gold' is about to be reproduced by me! I can create more resilient and sharper weapons!"
Master Tu was wildly excited, his expression becoming increasingly manic.
Just as Sikong Wei tossed the Rust flowers into the forge, Master Tu jumped ten meters high, easily lifting a hammer almost as big as his body.
With a few thunderous clanging echoing sounds, the hammer hit something hard, sparks splashed onto the ground, leaving behind one burn hole after another.
"Crack-"
The accelerant was tossed into the bottom of the forge, instantly, Torch Monkey and Rocket Frog were divinely assisted.
Two jets of flame, one thick and one thin, burst out with a more dazzling brightness, with a fervent fire and raging heat. It was as if miniaturized molten lava purgatory lay everywhere their eyes landed.
"No good! The texture of the metal is changing! The fusion has stopped!"
Master Tu's laughter didn't last a few minutes, when suddenly, as his eyebrows trembled, a new round of explosions erupted in the furnace.
Visibly, fragments broke away from the main body, hit the wall of the furnace, exploded with a loud bang, and a half-meter-long crack was clearly visible.
"Master Tu, it's a failure, we're going to have a furnace explosion!"
As a magic apprentice with fire attributes, Da Mu'er's perception of fire was second only to that of Master Tu, the weapons master.
He crossed his arms over his chest, but couldn't stop his trembling body.
Fear burned in his heart like a firestorm. His mind was filled with visions of the earth splitting open, fallen limbs raining down into a fiery sea, leaving behind chunks of unclaimed charred flesh.
"Impossible! Why has it lost stability! Where did it go wrong?!"
Master Tu was not deterred by the impending death. All that glittered in his eyes were confusion and an even greater madness.
He jumped again, the hammer fell again, trying to use brute force to make different substances forcibly finish the fusion.
When that thundering sound reverberated through the world.
Sikong Wei groaned, falling to the ground suddenly, a stream of blood flowed from his mouth, his vitality plummeted in an instant.
The Contracted Spirit, Mane Rat, anxiously paced around on the spot.
But it didn't have the ability to resist the flames, the distance of tens of meters was like an insurmountable chasm to it. It could neither move forward nor retreat. All it could do was make fearful squeaks, hitting both despair and helplessness.
"…It still failed?"
This time, Master Tu's head was spinning, his heart taken by surprise.
The dazzling substance reflected in his eyes was not only failing to fuse with each other but also peeling off a piece instead.
Like a meteorite striking the earth, it grazed past his ears and flew out, instantly blasting a huge hole in the ground.
"Master Tu, let's retreat!"
"Forge can fail, but if humans become funeral objects, there will be no opportunity to start over!"
Da Mu'er spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and advised again.
At that moment, Torch Monkey ceased its fire output, turned around to stand in front of its owner, using its sturdy body to block the splashing fragments that might come flying.
"Sigh..."
Master Tu heaved a deep sigh, his shining spirit instantly dimmed, and he seemed to age ten years.
But just as he turned his body, intending to use the force of his kick to escape from the most dangerous explosion zone.
A dark figure swept past him, bringing a faint chill.
"Huh?!" Master Tu abruptly stopped, his eyes wide open in shock.
Was that a humanoid shadow? How can that be possible!
"Damn it!" In the blink of an eye, Sikong Wei furiously rubbed his eyes, wanting to see if he was blind or hallucinating.
They all were fleeing, including Master Tu who was no longer showing off, determined to give up the results of his lengthy study.
And that person — Lord Han! He had not left yet?!
What is he trying to do? Approaching the smithing platform alone... Does he think his life is too long?!
Sikong Wei's lips were trembling nonstop, his thinking ability lost in the short term, his mind was mush.
"Master Tu, you've made three glaring mistakes."
"First, your smithing platform is not advanced enough, it does not provide effective support, indirectly leading to a steady increase in smithing difficulty."
"Second, the pattern on the Rocket Frog's back is too dim, seemingly exhausted, and continued to smith without sufficient rest, the flames it spews out can't maintain stability."
As the mild voice chimed in, even though there was no augmentation of any amplification abilities, it resonated on everyone's hearts, as if the sound of drums were fervent.
Unconsciously, Sikong Wei's eyes widened, his mouth opened, until he was completely vacant, no longer able to recede.
Da Mu'er, who was being held around the waist by the Torch Monkey and retreating wildly, was equally shocked at his words, doubting whether he was hearing things.
That voice... Lord Han's?
He was not retreating but advancing, approaching the smithing platform alone with his weak body, leisurely and leisurely, with extra energy to express his point of view?
Is this world too insane, or is this young man's mind not functioning properly, a complete madman?!
"Huh... His analysis makes sense!"
Tu Long halted his fleeing.
Bewilderment and loss briefly faded, replaced by a contemplative look that seemed somewhat out of place in this hellish location engulfed in flames.
"Third, the key to the serious imbalance in your smithing process is your haste to succeed, adding too much rust flower."
"Rust flower is a heavenly and earthly material containing a rich quantity of gold elements. Adding a little of this normal material can strengthen and stabilize."
"Unfortunately, what you are attempting to forge is a fusion metal; blind hardness does not equate to correctness. A strong soldier will perish, a strong tree will break, everything has its limits."
"Based on these issues, coupled with possible errors in the initial smelting process, one mistake after another, the natural outcome is the furnace explosion."
"... That makes sense... Perhaps that's exactly it!"
Tu Long's eyes lit up as if a ray of light had dispelled the fog in his heart. An intense excitement stimulated his brain, causing his limbs to tremble violently.
"Failure is inevitable, but I see you've got Ice Spirit flowers and crape myrtle grass here. These should be able to control some of the losses."
Ye Hanjun didn't have time to turn around and look. The movements of his hands were not as leisurely as the tone of his speech.
He endured the burning sensation that seemed to scorch him, prying open the lid of a medicine box with a piece of broken stone from a knocked-over shelf, and took out a purple long grass from it.
Then, the Ice Spirit flower that was found earlier, a petal smashed and smeared on the neck, forearm, and thighs, forming a temporary heat shield.
The rest was held in his left hand, combined with the crape myrtle grass. The two plants were stacked together, ground again with the broken stone.
No need to grind it into a powder, just need to reach the point of juicing. Ye Hanjun quickly picked it up, stepped forward, aimed at the location of the forging cauldron and threw it with all his might.
"Pfff!"
His arm strength was greatly reduced, the control of his body was minimal.
Fortunately, the smithing platform was ten meters high. Even if there was a deviation in precision, the final landing spot was not wrong.
The crushed Ice Spirit Flower and crape myrtle grass successfully hit the item being smithed!
All at once, steam erupted and dispersed rapidly.
The smithing platform that seemed about to explode at any moment in his perception was promptly cooled.
A moment ago, he was suffering from a dull headache. His whole body was under the threat of impending death.
Yet, the next moment, he felt an uncanny lightness in his limbs. Like a drowning person who had just reached the shore, he gasped for air, still in shock.
"Phew——"
Ye Hanjun breathed out a sigh of relief, the sense of exhaustion was overwhelming. He stumbled back five or six steps, accidentally bumping into a scorching hot pillar, causing a burning pain in his back.
Then, his heart ached, all the blood in his body flowed suddenly and his throat felt sweet. He tilted his neck back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Cough...Cough, cough, cough...
Barely holding back the faint, Ye Hanjun lowered his head to examine his burnt, ripped clothing and the flaming red skin was apparent.
This time, there was a bit of a reckless suspicion...
If he made the smallest mistake, he wouldn't have been able to suppress the furnace explosion. Given his current frail state, it seemed perilous.
"The smithing... stopped?!"
Sikong Wei was stunned, as if shocked by electricity, his mind in a state of semiconsciousness.
On the other side, Da Mu'er wore a ghost-struck expression, standing there as stiff as a log, his eyeballs almost popped out.
The Torch Monkey, who was holding him around the waist, felt the crisis was resolved, slowing down his steps. The dangerous atmosphere progressively changed into a puzzled one.
"Ice Spirit flowers and crape myrtle grass, can make such an extraordinary effect?!"
Tu Long was the most shocked, but also the first to react.
In a few swift moves, he reached Ye Hanjun, squatted down before him, facing him.
On one side were large, bell-brass eyes, on the other side were tired pupils filled with blood viscosity. The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
"Quickly, tell me why the Ice Spirit flower and crape myrtle grass create such pressing coldness?"
"Also, when strong fire meets intense ice, shouldn't there be an even more violent furnace explosion response? Why did the smithing stop instead? What's the principle behind this?!"