Chapter 11: The Refining Master (Part 1)

  "What is this thing?" Qin Yu furrowed his brow, carefully examining every part of the fiery red crystal in his hands. "This crystal is surprisingly heavy and can emit a fiery red glow. The crystal itself is also warm to the touch."

  Qin Yu had seen many treasures in the Wang Fu's treasure house, and had read many books in the Yunwu Mountain Villa. He was familiar with some of the treasures on this continent, but when it came to this fiery red crystal stone, Qin Yu didn't even raise an eyebrow.

  Qin Yu put down a fiery red crystal stone with a loud crash, and its weight was indeed terrifying.

  "Let's try the hardness first, this crystal is so heavy, and with that one palm of mine, the boulder shattered but this crystal didn't break, it should be very hard." Qin Yu stretched out his hand in a claw shape, unleashing the Eagle Claw Skill, and suddenly grabbed towards the fiery red crystal.

  The sound of gold and iron colliding rang out, but there was no sign of the crimson crystal.

  "Hiss~~" Qin Yu took a deep breath, feeling the numbness in his fingers from the attack. His full-strength claw couldn't even leave a mark on it. He could imagine just how hard this crystal was. Qin Yu furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before suddenly turning around to say: "Xiao Hei, you come try, see just how hard this crystal is."

  Xiao Hei excitedly shook his head twice, flapped his wings and shot up into the sky, then dived down, his sharp claws grasping tightly onto the crystal stone.

  Again the sound of gold and iron, crystal stone without a trace. Xiao Hei landed, blinked his eyes at Qin Yu, looking very disheartened, as if he was suffocated by the failure of his own sharp claws.

  Qin Yu's eyes widened in shock, and after a while, his eyes lit up with excitement: "Haha, I've made a profit! The small black eagle's claws can easily tear through even the hardest steel like paper, its hardness is comparable to that of a divine artifact. If even its claws can't tear it apart, this crystal stone must be a precious material for refining equipment. Let me try again with the Fish Intestine Sword."

  "Hiss!"

  Qin Yu swung his hand, and a black light flashed, slashing fiercely onto the fiery red crystal stone. A loud clang sounded, Qin Yu grasped the fish-intestine sword in his hand, excitedly staring at the fiery red crystal stone before him: "Such an enormous top-grade ore, it's absolutely priceless! Maybe it can be refined into a transcendent superior-grade weapon."

  Fish Intestine Sword, Lower Grade Sacred Weapon.

  The ore goes through many complicated processes before being refined into a weapon, and the weapon is much harder than the original ore. For example, the meteorite that was originally refined into the Fish Intestine Sword could not withstand its slashing at all. This crimson crystal can't even leave a mark on the Fish Intestine Sword, its hardness has reached an astonishing level.

  It's just a mid-grade ore from Xianpin, I reckon it'll leave a mark even if it's cut by the Fish Intestine Sword. What about this crimson crystal then?

  "The top-grade ore of the Immortal Rank, who knows... it might be even higher." Qin Yu's eyes lit up, a cultivator's pursuit of a top-tier weapon was something that ordinary people couldn't imagine, and Qin Yu naturally dreamed of obtaining an absolutely divine artifact.

  The crystal itself is much harder than the Fish Intestine Sword, if it's refined into a weapon...

  "Xiao Hei, let's head back to the mountain villa." Qin Yu took off his coat and covered the fiery red crystal with it, then picked it up. Such a treasure, Qin Yu knew that he couldn't let everyone know about it, although he didn't mind himself, but the rules of the Wang Fu were something Qin Yu was aware of - even the Fish Intestine Sword had to be kept secret, let alone something as precious as the fiery red crystal.

  Hugging the two-thousand-jin crystal, Qin Yu immediately rushed to Yunwu Villa. Perhaps only someone as abnormal as him could move this crystal.

  In Yunwu Villa, Qin Yu walked out of the underground secret room with a relaxed expression.

  "Hugging two thousand catties back from the depths of the mountain forest, it's really a bit tiring." Qin Yu stretched his arms and smiled on his face. Getting such a treasure, Qin Yu's mood was naturally good. "If Father King knew this news, he would definitely be very happy."

  Qin Yu smiled and walked towards Lian Yan's residence, when suddenly two people appeared before him. One was a young man slightly taller than Qin Yu, and the other was a delicate green-clad girl. The young man had a robust build, while the green-clad girl had refined features, but what was most captivating was her gentle and weak demeanor.

  "Brother Feather." The green-clothed girl saw Qin Yu and her eyes lit up, quickly running over. "Brother Feather, you've been out training for almost a few days now, and you didn't even come to see me once." The girl muttered to say.

  "Xiao Lu, wait until I'm free, and I'll definitely spend more time with you." Qin Yu lovingly stroked Xiao Lu's head.

  The green-clad girl was Xiaolu, and the young man beside her was Tiěshān. The siblings had taken Lianyan as their master. Xiaolu disliked fighting and killing, instead focusing on cultivating her inner strength. She often played the flute, and the jade flute at her waist was a gift from Qin Yu.

  "Always saying you're free, but never actually being free. Brother Yu, can't you take a break for once?" Xiaolu had a hint of dissatisfaction, her brother Yu always said he would be free to accompany her, but when was he ever really free?

  "Rest?" Qin Yu was taken aback, from the age of eight to eighteen now, he could count on one hand the number of times he had truly rested. In his heart, it had always been about diligent cultivation, diligent cultivation, in order to help his father king as soon as possible, and become his father king's right-hand man.

  "Xiao Lu, don't be naughty." Tieshan scolded, then turned to look at Qin Yu with a smile and said, "Xiao Yu, you're going to find Teacher, right? Teacher is resting in the courtyard."

  "Alright, I'll go find Lian Ye first." Qin Yu bid farewell and headed towards Lian Yan's residence.

  Xiaolu, however, was frowning as she watched Qin Yu's back, her nose slightly wrinkled: "Brother Yu is always so busy, I don't know when he can finally take a break." Xiaolu had been at Yunwu Mountain Villa for almost five years and naturally knew about Qin Yu's diligent cultivation.

  "Xiao Lu, don't say that. Xiao Yu is different from us. Although he's the third son of the Town East King, his cultivation is the most bitter external skill. I remember when I first came here and saw him scooping iron sand with his hands!" Tie Shan seemed to recall the scene. Scooping iron sand was something Qin Yu only started practicing after his finger strength reached an extremely high level. If he had started with iron sand from the beginning, his fingers would have been ruined for sure.

  Tie Shan's eyes were filled with astonishment: "Iron sand, the pain in his fingers was like a needle prick. The pain of the ten fingers connected to the heart was not something Xiaolü could imagine. However, daily training and exercising finger strength was just one part of his extreme limit training. From dawn till dusk, Xiao Yu's every training session was a challenge to the limits of human endurance. His body had been suffering from the torture of extreme challenges... He started this kind of training when he was eight years old."

  Tie Shan looked at Qin Yu's background and some were just admiring.

  Xiao Lu looked at Qin Yu's back, with flashes of colorful light in her eyes.

  In her heart, Brother Yu was always optimistic and extremely kind to people, just like the sun making one feel warm. This Brother Yu, a crown prince of Zhen Dong Wang, had been experiencing those extreme physical torments since he was eight years old.

  Although there is Meteor Tears, to exert the effect of Meteor Tears, Qin Yu must also reach the physiological limit. Finger exercises until the pain is about to break, deep squat training until the leg muscles cramp and the head is dizzy... Only by reaching the physiological limit can Meteor Tears exert its magical effect.

  To get something, you must pay for it.

  Qin Yu reached such a state, also paid many, many.

  Lianyan was lying on a chaise longue in the courtyard, sipping tea and enjoying the tranquility.

  "Even grandpa."

  Lian Yan's eyes narrowed into a smile as soon as he heard the familiar voice, and he turned his head to look at Qin Yu with a grin. "Little Yu, it's rare for you to return from training during the day." Whenever Lian Yan saw Qin Yu, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, just like how a grandfather would involuntarily smile when seeing his grandson.

  Qin Yu walked in from the gate of the courtyard, with that fiery red crystal. What Qin Yu needed now was to find a master craftsman, and of course, when it came to finding a master craftsman, Qin Yu's first thought was to ask Lian Yan.

  (Something came up tonight and I'm updating now, feeling guilty!!)