Chapter 101: Test

This tool embryo was actually a honeycomb-like magic artifact bundled from more than a dozen pitch-black round tubes a foot long, with a straight handle at the back, and a round ball the size of a fist at the end of the handle.

"Have you seen this kind of magic artifact before?" Master Sun asked Wang Yu upon seeing this.

"I haven't seen it; I just think its shape is truly unique." Wang Yu shook his head, but in his heart, he was very curious about this tool embryo that resembled a firearm.

"This is a tool embryo refined by imitating the 'Wind Fire Chant', a mechanical magic artifact of the Heavenly Craft Sect. It can spray wind and fire power at the same time, but unfortunately, the structure is somewhat complex and some problems haven't been solved, so it has been shelved here. This thing is not suitable for you to practice with." Master Sun said slowly.

"I know. Then I'll choose this tool embryo." Wang Yu finally picked up a yellow short ruler a foot long from the wooden shelf.

"If you don't have experience in inscribing spirit patterns, I suggest choosing a larger tool embryo; this way, the tolerance for spirit pattern inscription will be higher." The black-robed old man said to Wang Yu like this.

Beside him, Xiao Wei looked at the one-meter-long giant blade in her hand, then looked at the short ruler in Wang Yu's hand, and also couldn't hide the astonishment on her face.

"It doesn't matter. I feel that this size of tool embryo is handier to inscribe." Wang Yu waved the short ruler in his hand and replied indifferently.

"Hehe, since you say so, then as you wish. No matter what tool embryo you choose, the conditions for passing are the same. Now follow me." The old man chuckled, didn't say much, and took the two of them and left the warehouse, going to the artifact refining room next door.

"These two artifact refining rooms have fire furnaces, tools, and materials that can be used for inscription. You each take one room now. Whoever can inscribe three spirit patterns here by this time tomorrow, I will accept as an apprentice. As for what kind of spirit patterns to inscribe, that's up to you." Master Sun pointed to the two adjacent artifact refining rooms and said to the two.

"Master, what if both of us inscribe them?" The short-haired woman suddenly asked.

"If both of you inscribe them, it means both of you have artifact refining talent. Regardless of who is first or last, the old man will accept both as apprentices to pass on artifact refining skills." The black-robed old man replied without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, the woman had no other questions, then chose an artifact refining room with Wang Yu and walked in.

Master Sun raised a hand, and two talismans flew from his sleeve, sticking to the big doors, which then closed slowly, with a layer of white light flickering on the surface.

The voices of Master Sun sounded again in the ears of Wang Yu and the other person inside the artifact refining room.

"In order to prevent you from being disturbed, I have released prohibitions on the doors. If you destroy the prohibitions and leave without completing the inscription, it will be considered an active abandonment. The old man will come over again at this time tomorrow." After the black-robed old man finished these words, he turned and left.

After a while, Master Sun appeared in his bedroom, pinched a spell, and pointed at a copper mirror on the table.

White light flickered on the copper mirror, manifesting the short-haired woman's figure.

It could be seen that the woman was very skillfully adjusting the bellows beside the fire furnace, while placing the giant blade on the furnace fire. Afterward, she didn't use the tools on the table beside her but took out a golden inscription blade and a small bottle from her bosom.

This woman placed the golden inscription blade aside, poured the silver liquid from the bottle into a bowl, and then sat cross-legged near the fire furnace, activating the mana in her body.

A moment later, spiritual light flickered on her body, and a blue symbol gradually appeared between her eyebrows.

The black-robed old man nodded first, but shook his head again, pinched a spell with one hand and pointed at the copper mirror. The image in the mirror changed, manifesting the situation in the other artifact refining room.

It could be seen that in the image, Wang Yu was still adjusting the bellows bit by bit, while the raging flames sprayed from the fire furnace were sometimes high and sometimes low, his movements very clumsy, seemingly as if he hadn't used them many times before.

This made Master Sun speechless, and after looking at Wang Yu's movements carefully, he found that he was truly clumsy and not pretending, which made him somewhat speechless.

He shook his head, pointed at the copper mirror again, and all the images in the mirror disappeared. He sat cross-legged on the spot to rest.

In the evening.

The old man opened his eyes again, pinched a spell, and pointed at the copper mirror.

Images manifested on the copper mirror.

It could be seen that Xiao Wei was holding the golden inscription blade, focusing all her attention on drawing the second spirit pattern on the giant blade. This spirit pattern was almost completed.

Master Sun didn't show any expression on his face. With a movement of his hand, the image in the copper mirror changed again.

It could be seen that in the image, Wang Yu was pouring colorful powders into a large bowl, and then pouring several different liquids into another bowl, which gradually turned into a blood-red color.

Then, Wang Yu ignored these things and opened a wooden box on the table beside him, inside which were a black inscription needle and a black inscription blade placed separately.

Wang Yu took out the black inscription needle directly, played with it in his hand, found a metal ingot with a smooth surface from some materials beside him, and used the inscription needle to point and draw on it at will, as if carving something.

Seeing this, the black-robed old man's face turned black, and after a hum, he flicked his sleeve, and the images in the copper mirror disappeared again.

The next morning.

Inside the artifact refining room.

The short-haired woman's wrist trembled, and the third spirit pattern, which was more than half inscribed on the giant blade, appeared to have a deviation again, making her face turn pale. She could only slap the fire furnace beside her with one hand, and the rolling flames quickly washed away the incomplete spirit pattern on the giant blade.

"Almost there, don't be anxious. You have completed three spirit patterns before; this time you can definitely complete it too." The short-haired woman comforted herself while pinching a spell to activate a secret technique, letting herself quickly recover her calm.

Afterward, she picked up the golden inscription blade and started the inscription of the third spirit pattern again.

In the artifact refining room next door.

The blood-red liquid on the table had turned into light silver.

Wang Yu was still drawing something with full concentration, only the metal ingot in his hand had been replaced by an iron rod about the same size as the short ruler.

In the bedroom.

Master Sun looked at the image of Wang Yu in the copper mirror, his brows furrowed tightly.

This time, he didn't have the intention to change or close the image, seemingly wanting to watch until the end.

Finally, Wang Yu let out a long breath, threw the iron rod in his hand to the ground. The iron rod was covered with dense, tiny silver characters, exceptionally clear and neat.

The gray-robed old man saw this, and his pupils shrank slightly.

At this moment, Wang Yu sat down on the spot, held the black inscription needle with one hand, and closed his eyes to rest, seemingly recovering the energy he had consumed earlier.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Wang Yu opened his eyes again, silently recited "Overclocking" in his heart, crystal light flashed in his eyes, and he stood up.

He walked a few steps to the short ruler placed on the fire furnace, soaked the black inscription needle in the silver liquid in the bowl, and without thinking, moved his wrist, inscribing rapidly on the short ruler. His entire arm was as steady as Mount Tai. ===== CHAPTER 102 =====