Chapter 204

The target Little Wei Yuan set for himself was to explore the Nether Cold Realm for two hours every day. Originally it was one hour, with the other hour used to cultivate the Moon Brilliance Myriad Phenomena Chapter, but now that he was digging up so much Underworld Soil in the Nether Cold Realm, the cultivation it contributed had already surpassed sitting in meditation, so sitting in meditation was not as good as going to dig soil.

Today's two hours had already been used up, and imprinting the formation on the short blade also required time, so Little Wei Yuan prepared to go explore the Nether Cold Realm tomorrow; for now, there was still a pile of miscellaneous matters in the domain that needed to be handled.

Ji Liuli took the short blade and left in a hurry. Zhang Sheng was just about to leave when he was called back by Little Wei Yuan.

Little Wei Yuan weighed his words and asked cautiously, "Master, we are fighting so fiercely here, does the Ancestor not have anything to say about it?"

Zhang Sheng said, "Ancestor Xuanyue has already been here, and Grandmaster Fenhai has also been here. The Ancestor just had a fight with two Nether Shamans, what else do you want him to say?"

Little Wei Yuan was startled. He hadn't felt a thing about the battle in the sky and hurriedly asked, "Are the Ancestor and Grandmaster still fighting?"

"No, they have already left."

Little Wei Yuan said, "Ah, then why didn't they appear to meet me? Could it be that this disciple has done something wrong?"

Zhang Sheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "This has nothing to do with you; it's purely because... well, certain reasons. If they met you, wouldn't they have to give some benefits as elders?"

Little Wei Yuan was also clever and understood immediately. So, Grandmaster and the Ancestor were reluctant to give a "meeting red envelope." Oh, or maybe not necessarily reluctant; perhaps they really couldn't afford it.

The big shots of the Azure Heaven Palace were all obsessed with saving face. In such times, the best method was to pose as reclusive experts, brush their sleeves and leave after the matter was done, saving all the trouble of social obligations.

Little Wei Yuan bid farewell to Zhang Sheng and went to inspect the domain. Currently, the thing Little Wei Yuan valued most in the domain was forging steel, so he rushed to the Weapon Forging Workshop at the first opportunity.

The Weapon Forging Workshop had been built for less than three days. At this moment, they had just circled a piece of land in the core area and set up a simple formation to gather spiritual energy. There was only one furnace in the workshop, but fifty anvils had been set up in one go. Fifty newly advanced Dao Foundation cultivators were swinging hammers, forging the billets in perfect unison.

Wang Yu held a small, ancient chime, patrolling back and forth while striking the chime rhythmically. The sound of the chime was imbued with Dao power, which could make people's minds pure and their spiritual sense focused. Every time the chime sounded, the newly advanced Dao Foundation cultivators had to strike their hammers; they could not be early or late, and the force could not be light or heavy.

As long as there was the slightest deviation, it would be discovered by Wang Yu's Yin Eyes, and then they would be lashed by a whip. The long whip was a high-rank magic tool that struck directly at the Primordial Spirit; no matter how tough the physical body was, it was useless.

Those who were lashed all had pale faces, trembling all over from the pain. But they still had to maintain the rhythm of forging iron; no matter how painful, they could not falter, otherwise they would be lashed again.

Wang Yu said while patrolling, "Only by enduring the bitterest of the bitter can one become a person above others! You were all originally incapable of forging a Dao Foundation; it was in the domain that Lord Domain Master gave you the opportunity to achieve it. Now that the opportunity has come, you must seize it! Forging iron is the best method to solidify the foundation! As long as you forge iron for eight hours a day, thirty days a month, you will see progress after a year and enter the next stage. So don't talk to me about bitterness; being able to step onto the immortal path is a blessing."

The cultivators were deeply convinced and were all incredibly earnest.

A moment later, fifty steel plates were finished forging. The cultivators all reached out simultaneously, capturing a new billet from the air, and then continued to repeat the process.

Wang Yu patrolled constantly, checking at any time, and every once in a while, he would repeat that same speech, never feeling tired.

Little Wei Yuan stood outside the weapon forging field and watched for a while, never expecting such a scene. But he had to admit that the efficiency was extremely high; every quarter of an hour, fifty qualified steel plates were produced.

At this time, Cui Yu hurried over, preparing to pick up some equipment. Seeing that Little Wei Yuan was also there, he walked over.

Little Wei Yuan pointed at Wang Yu and said, "How long has he been like this? Isn't he tired?"

Cui Yu laughed, "He's been like this since a day ago and hasn't rested once. I estimate he will rest for half a day in three days, with Xu Yi taking over, and then continue after resting. These Dao Foundation cultivators rest for half a day every seven days; there are four days left now. You don't need to worry about him; he says this is the best way to train his Yin Eyes."

With a Dao Foundation like Yin Eyes, catching people slacking off and checking if steel plates were qualified was indeed as easy as could be. And these cultivators had originally had no hope for a Dao Foundation; in their eyes, Wang Yu, who had a Heaven Foundation, was no different from an immortal. What an immortal said must be right.

Although there were many Immortal Foundations in the domain, Immortal Foundations were already beyond their scope of understanding, so Zhang Sheng, Ji Liuli, and the others were not as famous.

Dao Foundation cultivators had long stamina and abundant Primordial Spirit; they could support themselves for seven days and seven nights without sleeping. This group of people had just entered the immortal path and experienced the wonderful taste of the Dao Foundation; at this moment, everyone was desperately wanting to go further, so let alone resting for half a day on the seventh day, even if they only rested for one hour every ten days, they would grit their teeth and persist, treating it as a small test on the path of immortal cultivation.

At the other end of the Weapon Forging Workshop was a newly built furnace.

The furnace fire was roaring at this moment, and a batch of molten steel had just come out. A young master from a weapon-refining family inspected the quality and nodded, so two newly advanced Dao Foundation cultivators carried the molten iron furnace to pour it into the molds; once formed, they were billets. On the other side of the forging furnace sat five newly advanced Dao Foundation cultivators, who were raising the temperature of the furnace with the help of a formation.

They were all Fire-attribute Dao Foundation cultivators, and manipulating fire was their specialty. Keeping the furnace temperature constant for a long time was also part of solidifying the foundation.

The raw materials for the furnace were not ore, but steel accessories dismantled from the Shaman tribe's armor. This saved many steps, and a batch of molten steel billets could be produced in less than half an hour, just enough to supply the fifty Dao Foundation cultivators forging iron.

On the other side of the Weapon Forging Workshop, ten Dao Foundation cultivators were responsible for rolling the steel plates into round tubes, then using Dao power to eliminate the gaps, fusing the steel plates into one, and sealing one end. Needless to say, this kind of work manipulating metal-attribute power was of great benefit to solidifying their foundations and required years of constant practice.

Yun Feifei was saying to these ten people, "To practice the sword, you must thrust thousands of times a day. To practice the saber, you must hack and slash the same motion hundreds of times a day! By the same logic, once you finish rolling ten thousand steel tubes, you will naturally be able to comprehend what a metal-attribute Dao Foundation is. If you can't comprehend it, then roll another ten thousand!" The newly advanced Dao Foundation cultivators listened with boiling blood, feeling that the Great Dao was right before their eyes; as long as they put in the hard work day after day, they would naturally taste the sweetness after the bitterness and go further on the immortal path!

Little Wei Yuan was silent after hearing this, then asked Cui Yu quietly, "Is it really okay to say that?"

Cui Yu replied quietly, "No problem! As long as one person in this group can complete the foundation solidification, the others will only feel that the reason they didn't succeed is that they didn't work hard enough."

"But..." Little Wei Yuan had long seen that the bone structure and talent of these cultivators were truly average; achieving a Dao Foundation was already a fluke, and wanting to solidify it was extremely difficult. He was somewhat worried in his heart and asked, "What if no one can complete the foundation solidification?"

Cui Yu said, "Don't worry, I have specifically placed two people with good talent in each group, so don't worry, there will definitely be some who make progress."

Little Wei Yuan was finally relieved. Cui Yu, a descendant of a great family, indeed had his ways.

Once the steel tubes were rolled, they were the most basic gun barrels. The remaining processes were filling them with gunpowder and projectiles, which naturally couldn't be done in this fire-spewing Weapon Forging Workshop, nor did it require Dao Foundation cultivators; just some careful, able-bodied women would suffice.

Little Wei Yuan watched for a while longer and estimated that fifty gun barrels could be produced in a quarter of an hour, four hundred in an hour, and four thousand eight hundred in a day. The Weapon Forging Workshop basically operated without rest all day; the people rested but the tools didn't, so four thousand eight hundred steel tubes could basically be maxed out every day.

After calculating this number, Little Wei Yuan didn't say a word.

With these Human-rank Dao Foundation cultivators who were single-mindedly wanting to go further on the immortal path, what more machines did he need?

Leaving the Weapon Forging Workshop, Little Wei Yuan bypassed the main peak and prepared to go take a look at the medicinal garden. Passing by the small stone house, he suddenly saw that there was still light inside.

!.

Little Wei Yuan was somewhat surprised. This was the small house Bao Yun had originally built for Xu Wenwu. Ever since Xu Wenwu produced thirty thousand words a day for over ten days in a row, and finally couldn't write anything new, this stone house had been left idle. Why was there someone inside now?

Little Wei Yuan came to the front of the house and pushed open the door, only to see Xu Wenwu sitting at the table, drawing something on paper with intense concentration, completely unaware of Little Wei Yuan's arrival.

Xu Wenwu was holding a fine brush specifically for writing small regular script, drawing two connected square boxes on the paper, one small on top and one large on the bottom, then extending a thin tube from the small box on top, and writing the word "cannon" next to the thin tube. Then, around the large box on the bottom, he drew a row of wheels, but there was a belt around the wheels, connecting all of them together.

Next to it was another finished drawing.

Little Wei Yuan picked it up and took a look. The drawing seemed to be of a woman, with a few small dots on her face representing facial features. This woman's attire was very strange, not the common robes of cultivators, but with the upper and lower halves of her clothes separated, both very tight-fitting, outlining the woman's figure.

Although Xu Wenwu's drawing skills were equivalent to zero, and his strokes were like scribbles, he had indeed drawn with care, so Little Wei Yuan saw the eight big characters "slender waist, long legs, protruding front and back" in this drawing.

The woman was also wearing a vest on her upper body, which was actually worn outside her top; he didn't know what kind of personality she was trying to show. There were many pockets on the vest, which was understandable. The woman was holding a winding stick in her hand, which looked somewhat similar to a laurel fairy branch.

Xu Wenwu finally finished drawing the square boxes, looked at them with satisfaction, put them aside, and picked up another piece of paper. He suddenly felt the light change, and only when he turned his head did he see Little Wei Yuan.

"What are you doing?" Little Wei Yuan asked gently.

Xu Wenwu was somewhat embarrassed and said, "Last time, Miss Bao asked me to write about the experiences and sights of my world; I only understood what she meant later. But my level isn't good enough, and many times I write things that don't express my meaning, always feeling that many things haven't been explained clearly.

These few great battles, I know they are very dangerous, but I can't help much, so I'm very anxious. Actually, my world has many useful things, it's just that I didn't study well and don't know how to build them. These past two days I've been thinking, even if I can't explain it clearly, I can draw it! Drawing it out to serve as a reference for you is also good."

Little Wei Yuan pointed at the square boxes on the drawing and asked, "What is this?"

Xu Wenwu's spirit lifted, and he said, "This thing is called a tank; in our world, this is what ended the cavalry..."

"Isn't it a machine gun?" Little Wei Yuan asked strangely.

"Ah, is it? It seems so." Xu Wenwu was tongue-tied.

"This is what you wrote."

"Oh, right, I seem to have written that."

Little Wei Yuan picked up that sheet and asked, "And what is this?"

"Individual equipment."

(End of chapter)