Chapter 151: It's Done, It's Done

After hearing Ye Lin's words, the three of them—Yin Xiang and his companions—looked at each other, unable to believe it.

Yin Xiang looked at Ye Lin and asked, "Is this true? As long as we do as you say, you will let us go?"

"Of course! I am not a bloodthirsty person by nature. Look at your subordinates; didn't I leave every single one of them alive?" Ye Lin said.

Yin Xiang took a look. Although his subordinates, who were all class-changers, had their bones broken and tendons snapped by Ye Lin's door-panel weapon, not a single one of them had actually died.

Yin Xiang took a deep breath, then picked up the bow Ye Lin had tossed over to examine it. Upon doing so, his face immediately turned green.

【Rainbow-Piercing Bow】

【Grade: Epic】

【Attribute: Strength +1200】 (Refining Level: Four Stars)

【Skill: Void Sight】

【Void Sight: The wielder of the Rainbow-Piercing Bow gains a 100% increase in static vision and a 200% increase in dynamic vision.】

Yin Xiang slowly forced an extremely ugly smile, then said cautiously.

"Little brother... well, this is an Epic-grade piece of equipment; I can't handle this! I am only a Senior Blacksmith."

Epic-grade equipment requires at least a Master Blacksmith to have the ability to reforge it. As for crafting an Epic-grade item from scratch, even an average Master Blacksmith would be unable to complete it alone.

Yin Xiang was merely a Senior Blacksmith; asking him to reforge a Rare-grade item was already difficult enough, let alone an Epic-grade one.

It was like being dragged to take a college entrance exam just after graduating from middle school.

"I know, but aren't there three of you? Three cobblers can equal a Zhuge Liang; you all should think of a way," Ye Lin said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yin Xiang's expression instantly turned ugly.

"Little brother, if there were three Senior Blacksmiths, then this might actually have a chance, but the problem is there aren't! Brother Zhou is an Alchemist, which is fine, he can help a bit," Yin Xiang pointed at Yun Yingfa, "but he is a Pill Refiner!"

"Oh? You mean he's useless? Fine, I'll slaughter him right now."

Ye Lin walked toward Yun Yingfa, who was so scared he nearly wet himself, and hurriedly began to explain.

"Yin Xiang! Stop talking nonsense! Both blacksmithing and pill refining require fire; my control over heat is even better than yours! You're the useless one! Little brother, I think reforgeing an Epic-grade piece of equipment is doable!"

Ye Lin's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked at Yin Xiang with a smile.

"He says it's doable, you say it isn't. I think you're lying to me, so I might as well just slaughter you!"

"No, no, no! I also think it's doable!" Sensing Ye Lin's killing intent, Yin Xiang quickly changed his tune, while internally cursing Yun Yingfa's ancestors to the eighteenth generation.

A Senior Blacksmith, a Senior Pill Refiner, and a Senior Alchemist—the three of them were supposed to reforge an Epic-grade item? Doable? Doable my foot!

Ye Lin nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, I like straightforward people like you. If you can successfully reforge it, then this matter will be over, and we can each go our separate ways."

"But if you fail..." Ye Lin's smile slowly faded, and a terrifying murderous aura spread out. "Not only will the three of you die, but your fathers, mothers, wives, children, brothers, sisters, masters, and disciples—anyone related to you—I will wipe them all out!"

Upon hearing this, the three of them felt a bone-chilling cold rise up their backs.

"Alright, now that you understand, go get to work." Ye Lin clapped his hands and revealed a kind smile once more.

Why were ancient craftsmen often able to create works of such supernatural, divine craftsmanship?

Because the emperors of that time all mastered a terrifying forbidden spell known as the Nine-Clan Stripping Technique.

As the old saying goes, do not use your shallow professional knowledge to challenge my nine clans.

Now, Ye Lin had applied this forbidden spell to Yin Xiang and his two companions, and he believed they would certainly be able to hand in a result that satisfied him.

Sure enough, the three of them were already holding the longbow and arguing intensely in front of the forge.

Over the next three days, the three of them barely closed their eyes. From time to time, the sounds of their arguing and the clanging from the forge could be heard.

Ye Lin, meanwhile, strolled around Yin Xiang's home quite leisurely.

He couldn't help but sigh that the profession of blacksmithing was truly lucrative. Yin Xiang was only a Senior Blacksmith, yet his home was filled with precious forging materials; Ye Lin even saw a small piece of Dragon-Patterned Mineral Gold.

Although this piece wasn't as large as the one he had sold to the Class-Changer Guild, it was still extremely precious.

As for equipment, Yin Xiang had quite a lot, and Ye Lin casually swiped it all. Anyway, as his mental power increased, the storage space of his Great Sumeru Ring grew larger, and it would be a pity to leave it empty.

During these three days, Ye Lin lived in Yin Xiang's house, slept in Yin Xiang's bed, and supervised Yin Xiang's work.

The thing Yin Xiang regretted most in his life was likely hiring someone to kill Ye Lin.

However, Yin Xiang had no time for regret now. It was already the morning of the third day; if he couldn't reforge the Rainbow-Piercing Bow, his nine clans would suffer a terrible fate!

In front of the forge, Yun Yingfa controlled the furnace fire, while Zhou Heping used his alchemy to continuously purify the metal, making it stronger and more refined.

Yin Xiang, meanwhile, focused all his energy on observing the changes in the molten metal within the forge, occasionally hammering in various materials.

Over the past few days, through repeated discussions and experiments, they had finally settled on a method with a relatively high chance of success.

The Rainbow-Piercing Bow had been completely melted down; the only difficulty remaining was the reforging!

With his nine clans at stake, Yin Xiang dared not be the slightest bit careless. He held a hammer, leaned half his body into the forge, and began hammering directly inside the furnace!

His strength was insufficient; once the materials for an Epic-grade item left the forge, he would never be able to successfully reforge it, so he had to use this risky method.

If Yun Yingfa failed to control the furnace fire properly, Yin Xiang would be burned to a pile of ashes by the high-temperature flames.

The sound of clanging rang out incessantly from the forge. Every so often, Yin Xiang had to come out to catch his breath before diving back into the furnace.

There was no sweat on his head, as it evaporated the moment it seeped out.

Yin Xiang had forgotten how long it had been since he had worked this hard; the last time he was this exhausted, he seemed to have been just an apprentice.

Time passed bit by bit, and the sun slowly descended from the east toward the west.

When the sunset cast its final rays, a soot-covered Yin Xiang retreated from the forge. His eyebrows and hair were completely scorched and plastered to his skin, but a somewhat manic smile appeared on his face.

"Yes! It's done, I've succeeded!"