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Chapter 172: Flame Pure Green, Resounding Across the Four Directions
"Lu Xiao Langjun... could this truly be the legendary Celestial Meteor Iron?" Lin Lao Jiangshi stared wide-eyed at the object Lu Qing had pulled out, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"Yes," Lu Qing confirmed without hesitation. "This is a piece of Celestial Meteor Iron I happened to acquire. Perfect for forging my weapon."
"So much of it..." Upon hearing Lu Qing's confirmation, Lin Lao Jiangshi nearly leapt from his spot. His eyes were filled with shock, disbelief, and awe. This was Celestial Meteor Iron—legendary material said to be capable of transforming ordinary iron into divine weapons. Just a small fragment could elevate a blade to celestial status. And now, Lu Qing possessed such a massive piece!
It finally dawned on Lin Lao Jiangshi why Lu Qing had dismissed even a Thousand-Fold Sword Blank without a second thought, handing it away so casually. He must have had this divine forging material all along.
Beside him, Wei Xinghe was equally stunned. Though he had heard of Celestial Meteor Iron before, he never thought he’d see it in person. Rumored to be one of the finest materials for crafting divine weapons, it was now in Lu Qing’s possession.
"Lu Xiao Langjun," Lin Lao Jiangshi finally managed, forcing a strained smile. "While Celestial Meteor Iron is indeed a divine forging material, it’s also incredibly heat-resistant. My furnace might not even be able to melt it."
He took a deep breath. Celestial Meteor Iron wasn’t just ordinary iron—it had fallen from the heavens, enduring the scorching winds of the high sky and the violent storms of the clouds during its descent. As a result, its melting point was extraordinarily high, nearly impossible to reach with conventional means. Zhu Xin Fang’s furnace, despite its reputation, likely wouldn’t stand a chance.
"Never mind," Lu Qing replied calmly. "I’ve prepared for this. Old Master, just help me maintain the temperature. The rest is in my hands."
He placed the massive block of Celestial Meteor Iron into the furnace. Lin Lao Jiangshi, still stunned, could only obey, pulling the bellows with renewed focus. The fire roared, growing stronger with each breath of air—but after long minutes of intense heating, the iron remained unchanged, showing no sign of redness, not even a hint of glow.
Just as Lin Lao Jiangshi had feared. Their furnace couldn’t even begin to melt this divine metal.
But Lu Qing showed no sign of panic. From the wooden box beside him, he withdrew a palm-sized porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and poured a single drop of crimson liquid into the furnace.
The moment the liquid hit the fire, the flames surged violently upward. The color shifted instantly—from red to a brilliant, pure green. A wave of intense heat erupted, so powerful that even Lin Lao Jiangshi, a master craftsman who had forged steel for half his life, felt his skin burn and nearly staggered back.
Yet he didn’t move. His eyes were locked onto the flame, filled with shock.
"Flame Pure Green? How is this possible?!" he gasped. He had built this furnace himself. He knew its limits. It was impossible for it to produce such a flame—this was the legendary Flame Pure Green, the dream of every blacksmith, the ultimate fire of perfection.
"It’s the liquid!" Lin Lao Jiangshi realized instantly. The change had to be due to the substance Lu Qing had just added. His gaze burned with desire as he stared at the small bottle in Lu Qing’s hand.
What kind of divine essence was this, capable of summoning the legendary Flame Pure Green?
"Old Master, keep going!" Lu Qing didn’t look up, his voice firm.
Lin Lao Jiangshi snapped back to focus, gripping the bellows with renewed intensity.
Lu Qing watched the furnace closely. Whenever the flame began to flicker or fade, he’d add another drop of the red liquid, instantly restoring the pure green blaze. He repeated this process again and again—each drop reigniting the flame, keeping it at its peak.
And under the unyielding glow of the Flame Pure Green, ten breaths later, the Celestial Meteor Iron finally began to change. A faint red hue appeared, spreading slowly across its surface.
Seeing this, Lu Qing’s lips curled into a faint smile.
This Ranhuo Liquid had been developed by the Lihuo Sect long ago—designed to intensify flames and dramatically raise temperature. Its original purpose? To allow disciples without true fire cultivation to still wield advanced flames and forge divine weapons.
Back in the age of cultivation, it wasn’t particularly rare. But now, with the Dao of Immortals extinguished and true fire cultivators long vanished, the value of this liquid had skyrocketed beyond measure. It was the only way to melt Celestial Meteor Iron.
The iron glowed deeper, turning red, then blazing crimson. After several dozen breaths, it was fully red-hot.
Without delay, Lu Qing seized the tongs and pulled the molten metal from the furnace, slamming it onto the anvil. His hand shot out, grabbing the heaviest hammer—its weight immense. With a roar, he swung it down in a crushing, thunderous strike!
CLANG!
A storm of sparks erupted. The sound echoed across the valley, shaking the very foundations of Zhu Xin Fang’s backyard. Lin Lao Jiangshi and his apprentices flinched, hearts pounding.
This blow was far fiercer than when Lu Qing had forged the Thousand-Fold Sword Blank. Had the anvil not been reinforced with divine steel, it would have been shattered in one hit.
Even Celestial Meteor Iron—legendary for its resilience—warped and deformed under the force of that single strike.
Lin Lao Jiangshi’s eyelids twitched. Another strike. Another forging.
He couldn’t believe it. Even against such divine metal, Lu Qing maintained flawless rhythm—strike after strike, hammer after hammer. It was nothing short of miraculous.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The rhythm continued, relentless. Each blow rang out with thunderous force, spreading far and wide. The noise drew attention from every nearby household.
People spilled from their homes, peering toward Zhu Xin Fang in confusion.
Was it thunder? Was the sky cracking? What in the world was happening inside that forge?
But no one could answer.
To ensure Lu Qing’s focus, Lin Lao Jiangshi had already sealed off the courtyard, posted disciples at the gate, and forbidden entry. Unless one dared to break through, no outsider could see what was happening within.
And since Lin Lao Jiangshi was the most respected craftsman in the county town, few dared to provoke him without cause. So despite their rising unease, the crowd could only stand there, watching and listening as the deafening clangs continued.
What no one expected was how long it would last.
The hammering went on—unbroken, unrelenting—for over two hours.
Then, suddenly, silence.
The sound stopped.
(End of Chapter)
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