Chapter 338: Yan Iron

Wang Yu stared at the silver vial's phantom before him, his expression grim.

On his way to Luorì Sect, he had entered the login interface multiple times and had long noticed the mysterious talisman's anomaly.

The talisman, which had once rested peacefully in his spiritual sea, had inexplicably flown out on its own upon entering the main hall of the Taiyuan login interface.

And it wasn't just that.

Wang Yu pondered, then formed a hand seal with one hand and sent a thread of spiritual sense toward the vial.

The next instant, the vial's phantom trembled slightly.

With a soft "puff," a stream of silver mist erupted from within.

When the silver light faded and vanished, a fist-sized sphere of black-green liquid floated in midair.

It was the poison he had previously stored inside the silver talisman.

This substance was extremely toxic—a second-tier demonic insect's venom—and he could never have conjured it out of thin air within the login interface.

Yet now, through this mysterious talisman, it had been directly transported into this silver hall.

This was strange indeed!

After all, storage bags and spirit beast bags—other objects capable of storing items—remained hanging at his waist upon entering the interface, yet were utterly inert within the hall.

He could not open either of them.

Otherwise, he would have long since flooded the interface with real-world alchemical materials and spirit pills.

In his original hypothesis, the Taiyuan login interface was a virtual space tied to spiritual energy, where only things and raw materials he had personally crafted could be "copied" within.

Storage bags and spirit beast bags, which relied on spatial forces, failing here was perfectly normal.

But this silver talisman now seemed to break that rule!

Was the silver hall glitching?

Or had his earlier assumptions simply been incomplete?

Wang Yu stared at the black-green poison, considered for a moment, then gestured with one hand.

The poison floated gently toward him.

After studying the liquid for a few moments, he flipped his other hand—tiny crystal lights emerged from his palm, coalescing into another sphere of black-green liquid.

But as soon as the liquid took rough shape, it exploded with a "pop" and dissolved into scattered crystal light.

Indeed, it still wouldn't work—still could not create it.

Wang Yu shook his head, showing no great surprise, and sent his spiritual sense probing once more into the pale silver vial.

"Swoosh." "Swoosh." "Swoosh."

Three more objects flew out from the vial's phantom.

A white bone banner wreathed in black mist, a pale green talisman, and a palm-sized piece of pale red metal.

These three items—he had stored them inside the silver talisman in advance for this test—and like the poison, they had been successfully brought here.

They were a first-tier spirit banner, a first-tier Great Wind Talisman, and a first-tier rare material: Fire-Refined Iron.

He reached out with one hand.

The black banner emitted a low "hum" and flew into his grasp; he infused a trace of spiritual energy into the bone staff.

Instantly, a mournful "wuuu" echoed from within the banner, and thick black mist surged forth, forming a vast fog sea that completely obscured the surroundings.

Seeing this, Wang Yu shook the bone banner in his hand once more.

From within the mist came the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves; the fog condensed sharply into a hazy black giant serpent, which lunged forward in one swift motion.

"Boom!"

Where the mist-serpent passed, airwaves rippled violently, its presence terrifyingly imposing.

Though merely an ordinary first-tier dark-artifact, under Wang Yu's hands as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it had clearly unleashed astonishing power.

"The artifacts brought in can be used normally—but what of the talismans?" Wang Yu murmured, then gently rubbed his palms together.

The bone banner shrank rapidly, becoming a miniature banner no more than a few inches tall.

He tossed it with one hand—it vanished instantly into the silver vial.

He reached out again.

The pale green talisman now rested in his palm.

This time, he pinched it between two fingers and flung it into the air.

With a sharp "zzzt," the green talisman dissolved into a burst of green light.

The next instant, a powerful wind erupted from the light, roaring wildly in all directions.

But after only a few breaths, the gale vanished without a trace.

Clearly, the talismans brought in could also be used normally!

Wang Yu turned his gaze to the final item—the pale red metal.

Though a first-tier material, this metal was forged by blending large quantities of fire-crystal powder into iron essence, then smelting and hammering it a second time to produce "Yan Iron."

This material was slightly less tough than ordinary iron essence, but gained fire attributes, greatly expanding its applications.

Yet the success rate for smelting Yan Iron was extremely low, making it rare among first-tier materials—far rarer than iron essence.

Though Wang Yu had the login interface, his time and energy were limited, so he had never wasted effort attempting to smelt this material himself. This small piece of Yan Iron was leftover scrap he had exchanged for from the Four Symbols Sect to use in crafting other artifacts.

At this moment, Wang Yu moved—snatching the Yan Iron in his hand and stomping his foot against the ground.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled violently; amid flashes of crystal light, a smelting chamber and fire room of blue stone rose from the earth, and rows of shelves piled with various items coalesced into existence.

Wang Yu glanced at the Yan Iron in his hand, then strode into the smelting chamber.

Half a day later.

Wang Yu stood in the silver hall, a pale red miniature dagger—no more than a few inches long—now in his hand.

The smelting chamber and other constructs summoned earlier had vanished entirely.

He pinched the paper-thin miniature dagger between two fingers, tilted it slightly—and instantly, cold light flashed along its blade.

He flicked his wrist.

The miniature dagger shot out as a streak of red light, but after flying only eight or nine zhang, it looped sharply upward into the sky.

Wang Yu remained standing, eyes fixed on the red streak, pupils faintly glinting with crystal light—he had already activated the Golden Point Technique.

Under the Golden Point Stone's influence, the red dagger danced gracefully through the air like a swallow; where its glow passed, six faint white inscriptions shimmered along its surface, causing the surrounding air to heat abruptly.

In this short time, he had forged this first-tier mid-grade dagger from the previous piece of Yan Iron.

After the fire-attribute dagger danced in the air for some time, Wang Yu gestured—its red streak flashed back, returning to his palm as the dagger.

Artifacts, talismans, and materials brought in by the mysterious talisman could clearly be used normally!

After a few moments of thought, Wang Yu spread his other hand's fingers—crystal light shimmered in his palm, and another pale red dagger began slowly forming.

But after a single breath, the pale red dagger flickered and dissolved.

Wang Yu frowned, rolled the crystal light in his palm again, and began coalescing another object—faintly taking shape as a piece of pale red metal: Yan Iron.