Chapter 871

There are three rooms in the small courtyard; the main room is close to the rock wall, and one of the two side rooms is for Hunter Three-One and True Steel, and the other is used as a warehouse. After settling down, Wei Yuan prepared to take a turn around the market to see what was there and also took the opportunity to think about the road ahead.

Wei Yuan brought Hunter Three-One and left True Steel to guard the house, and by the way, make a plaque.

Since Power Shamans are easy to deceive, Wei Yuan prepared to start the path of the Craft God in the Wild Realm, collect resources as soon as possible, improve his cultivation, and kill his way out of here as soon as possible.

In the central area under the canopy is the core commercial street of the market, with dozens of shops of various sizes. Wei Yuan looked carefully and saw that the largest and most luxurious shops were those selling high-level Shaman Hunter equipment and places that added sacrificial power to sunlight-defensive equipment.

Wei Yuan was very interested in the shop that added sacrificial power, so he walked in with Hunter Three-One.

The shop was large, but there were few things inside. On the shelves against the wall were cover cloths, and several armor racks, all of which were gorgeous armors capable of weakening sunlight.

The counter was very long, and behind it was only a lazy Great Shaman, with his head at one end of the counter and his tail at the other end.

Seeing Hunter Three-One and Wei Yuan come in, the Great Shaman didn't even lift his eyelids and said: "If you want to replenish sacrificial power, register first; now you have to wait until twenty days later."

Hunter Three-One hurriedly said: "My cover cloth can't last twenty days."

"Add money." The Great Shaman was sparing with words.

As soon as Wei Yuan entered the shop, he sensed that the backyard of the shop was emitting rich sacrificial power, and there was no work at this time. Wei Yuan said: "Isn't there no work now? Can you make it convenient and help us replenish the sacrificial power first?"

The Great Shaman sneered: "There is no work now, but I'm not in the mood to work."

"You..." Just as Wei Yuan was about to flare up, Hunter Three-One hurriedly pulled him and whispered: "This is the shop of the market owner."

Wei Yuan hummed, didn't say anything more, and was pulled out by Hunter Three-One.

After leaving the shop, Wei Yuan asked and learned that this was the only shop in the entire market that could replenish sacrificial power. This Great Shaman had always been like this, working for one day and resting for two; all Shaman Hunters were angry but dared not speak.

Only the market owner could get sacrificial power, and no Shaman could compete with him.

Soon Wei Yuan turned around the entire market, had a rough idea of the prices of various equipment materials, and then he bought several hundred catties of Wild Iron iron sand and brought it back to his residence.

This kind of iron sand is everywhere, but it needs time to be picked out little by little, so the price is extremely low. After Wei Yuan calculated, he discovered that even if his efficiency in extracting iron sand by the sedimentation method was more than ten times higher than pure manual labor, it was still not as cost-effective as buying iron sand material directly.

It seems that many felons and even Shaman Hunters can only rely on picking iron sand for a living, so the price has been suppressed to be extremely low.

Wei Yuan also bought necessary tools such as melting furnaces, anvils, forging hammers, and knives before returning to the small courtyard. On the way back, seven or eight Shamans followed until they confirmed where Wei Yuan lived before they dispersed.

They were all following to recognize the door after seeing Wei Yuan buying blacksmith and craftsman tools and knowing that there was a new blacksmith in the market.

Wei Yuan didn't care and started to bury his head in installing various tools, and ordered True Steel to hang the plaque out early tomorrow morning, preparing to open for business.

At this time, on the second floor of the largest weapon shop in the market, an elderly Shaman was dozing off. Beside him, a small beautiful Shaman was kneading his legs, her technique soft.

A young Shaman rushed in, and the small beautiful Shaman immediately withdrew her hand like lightning and stood aside. The young Shaman saw this scene, and his face dimmed.

The elderly Shaman slowly opened his eyes and said coldly: "What are you panicking about? Who let you come upstairs?"

The young apprentice hurriedly lowered his head and said: "Just now, another craftsman arrived at the market; it is said that he also wants to open a Wild Iron shop."

The old man was clearly displeased: "I thought it was something big; it's just one more blacksmith. Let him be; as long as he can't produce Wild Steel, there's no need to pay attention to him. Talk about it when he has Wild Steel; now get out!"

The young Shaman lowered his head and retreated from the second floor, and the old man pulled the small beautiful Shaman's hand over and put it on himself again.

Wei Yuan was busy for several hours, finally setting up all the tools, then lit the furnace fire, put all the iron sand into the furnace to start calcining, and when the furnace fire was at its strongest, Wei Yuan let out a 'woo-ow' roar at the furnace, and the furnace fire immediately soared, spraying out from the throat at the top.

In the roar, the iron sand instantly turned from dull black to faint red. Wei Yuan waited for a moment and then let out another battle roar; this time he attached several strands of luck, and a thin red line actually sprayed from his mouth, the furnace fire instantly rushing to a zhang high, and all the iron sand turned crimson.

Two streets away, a Shaman was walking leisurely on the street, followed by seven or eight guards, clearly a big shot. He suddenly pricked up one ear, and that ear, which was significantly larger than a normal Shaman's, moved, listening carefully to something. A moment later, he looked toward the direction of Wei Yuan's small courtyard and asked: "Is there a new weapon refiner who moved there?"

A follower replied: "Two Shaman Hunters moved there and bought that courtyard."

"Shaman Hunters? No, the Wild Roar I just heard is quite interesting, with great strength; ordinary Shaman Hunters don't have this ability. You go over and keep an eye on it; if it's a useful talent, we might have to win him over."

In the small courtyard, after Wei Yuan roared three times, molten iron began to flow out of the furnace, and Hunter Three-One and True Steel cast the molten iron into molds, turning them into iron ingots of standard size.

Wei Yuan picked up a newly cast iron ingot to check the color and was very satisfied. He added three strands of luck to his last battle roar, and as a result, the purity of the molten iron roared out increased significantly, saving a lot of forging effort.

Now the color of the newly cast iron ingots was already good; they could be used directly as money or directly used to forge arrowheads.