Chapter 151: New Artifacts

The Fire Phoenix Type III mecha, one of the most frequently showcased high-grade mechas in the promotional material for the game "Star River," was wildly popular among countless players on Blue Star due to its dazzling appearance and terrifying long-range output capability.

Although this high-grade mecha never actually appeared during the game's public beta release by the time Wang Yu left Blue Star again, as a "reserve personnel" who already knew the game "Star River" had deep origins and that all its mechas might be manufactured in reality, he was naturally familiar with this mecha.

Wang Yu looked at the three floating cannons hovering around him, his expression shifting through countless emotions.

In the promotional video, the floating cannons fired concentrated laser beams; though their power paled compared to the main ion cannon, as long as the distance wasn't too great, piercing through weak points of enemy mechas with a single shot was no problem.

But now, as a magical artifact, did the floating cannons also fire laser beams?

Wang Yu, startled and doubtful, immediately used his spiritual sense to communicate with the golden needle technique runes on the main artifact.

The next instant, electric sparks flickered at the rear of the main floating cannon, and eleven golden spiritual runes surfaced along the length of its barrel, accompanied by faint rumbling thunder.

The next moment, a loud "boom."

The floating cannon trembled slightly, and a blinding silver light erupted from its muzzle, with countless golden sparks shooting out amid crackling electricity.

So fast was the speed that barely had the light appeared at the muzzle when a sharp "hiss-hiss" pierced the air at the opposite wall of the training ground, leaving it covered in dense pinprick holes, the surrounding surface charred black.

Wang Yu waved one hand, and the three floating cannons shot skyward, hovering steadily in midair in perfect balance.

He himself strode over to the wall pockmarked with tiny holes, touched it with his hand, and felt a faint warmth; then he peered through the holes to the other side.

The inner walls of these holes were black and smooth, as if partially melted, emitting a strong smell of burning, yet on the opposite side of each slender hole, light glimmered—clearly, the entire thick wall had been completely pierced through.

Seeing this, Wang Yu's mind stirred.

He remembered correctly: the adjacent room was a storage chamber, and the wall against which these metal ingots were stacked seemed to be made of extremely hard metal.

After a few quick thoughts, Wang Yu hurriedly left the training ground and went to the adjacent room.

As soon as he opened the door and glanced inside,

he saw that the rows of metal ingots previously stacked against the wall were now also covered in dense pinprick holes.

Around these holes, the same signs of charring and melting were evident.

Wang Yu shifted his gaze along the direction of these holes toward the opposite wall of the storage room.

There, too, the wall bore identical numbers of holes, their interiors glowing brightly—clearly, they had also been pierced completely through.

Wang Yu's pupils contracted slightly; without hesitation, he ran to three other adjacent rooms in succession, and in every one, the thick walls in the same direction were riddled with countless fine holes.

Finally, in the fourth room, built of stone walls, he discovered that although the stone had not been pierced by countless pinpricks, something had clearly sunk deeply into it.

Wang Yu raised an eyebrow, pressed his five fingers against the stone wall, and gave it a light tap.

The next moment, a series of "whoosh-whoosh" sounds rang out as over a hundred hair-thin needles shot out from the holes, which he swiftly caught in his palm with one sweep.

Wang Yu looked down at the needles in his hand—each one glowed golden, extremely slender, barely thicker than a strand of hair.

He could not condense needles like these with his own golden needle technique, and the rear halves of these needles were slightly melted and deformed.

"Effective attack range: fifteen zhang. Has the golden needle technique been combined with Blue Star's electromagnetic field technology?"

"This speed and power are outrageous! Within its range, a Qi Condensation cultivator would find it nearly impossible to dodge; within three zhang, even ordinary entry-grade defensive artifacts would be pierced through." Wang Yu stared at the needles in his hand, recalling the distance from the floating cannon's firing position, and muttered to himself.

"But what exactly did the description mean by 'artifact consumption'?"

Wang Yu tucked away the golden needles, pondering as he slowly returned to the training ground and waved one hand toward the main floating cannon still hovering low in the air.

Instantly, the floating cannon descended and landed steadily in his hand, which he weighed lightly.

The transformed floating cannon had drastically changed in size and shape, and seemed slightly lighter.

Lighter?

Wang Yu suddenly froze, as if remembering something, and carefully inspected the floating cannon front and back, then turned it upside down—there, embedded beneath the base, was a golden orb.

Wang Yu's eyes flickered; he pressed a corner of the base, and the golden orb rolled out, which he snatched up swiftly and weighed in his palm.

It was no illusion—the golden orb had indeed become slightly smaller and lighter.

The lost weight was almost certainly the hair-thin golden needles that had been fired.

He infused a trace of spiritual power into the orb, and immediately, several silver spiritual runes on its surface glowed, then split open like a lotus blossom, revealing a silvery thunder spirit stone inside.

Wang Yu glanced at it once, and his expression changed slightly.

The spiritual energy within this thunder spirit stone had decreased by at least a quarter.

That single shot had consumed so much of the thunder spirit stone!

Clearly, while this attack method was powerful, it could not be used lightly.

Wang Yu pondered thoughtfully, then tossed the floating cannon into the air and formed a hand seal, communicating once more with the runes on the main floating cannon.

The next instant, the three floating cannons rotated, hovering above his head in a triangular "pin" formation, their surfaces glowing red, and thunderous roars echoed simultaneously from all three long barrels.

Indeed, the three floating cannons could fire individually or simultaneously.

Wang Yu nodded, changed his hand seal, and the three floating cannons immediately ceased their transformation, swiftly reshaping back into three bronze mirrors that flew one by one into his sleeves.

After this testing, Wang Yu was thoroughly satisfied with the power of the Mother-Child Floating Mirror.

But this artifact consumed too much spiritual power and thunder spirit stone; besides this one, he must prepare two other commonly used artifacts that consumed less spiritual power.

Otherwise, relying solely on the Mother-Child Floating Mirror against opponents would prevent him from advancing far in the Four Sects' Artifacts Assembly.

Wang Yu had clearly already considered this; he immediately returned to the artifact crafting room, found several metal ingots of varying colors, and began raising his hammer to pound them one by one.

Within a single day, a long blade-shaped artifact blank, glowing green and red, appeared in the crafting room.

Wang Yu then began selecting other materials to forge the next artifact blank.

This time took longer; three days later, a honeycomb-shaped, gun-like artifact blank was assembled.

But this time, Wang Yu did not rush to inscribe spiritual runes onto either artifact; instead, he sat cross-legged in the crafting room, took out the Hengjiang Sword from his storage pouch, and infused a trace of spiritual power into it.

(Feeling unwell, won't make two updates tonight—fellow cultivators, no need to wait for Chapter Two; goodnight early.)