Chapter 923: Chapter 636: Branch Hall, Iron Crystal, and Blood-Bonded Spirit Crafting!

Yang Zhaoxing, in his old age, not only exhausts physical strength but also tempers willpower when opening the forge. He fears he might not be able to forge weapons again in the future.

With a hint of apology, Meng Chuan nodded, unsure of what to say, so he could only express his gratitude:

"Thank you, senior."

"Ah, no need for politeness. Quick, quick, quick! Nephew, don’t just stand there, keep adding coal!"

Meng Chuan said no more and focused on adding coal into the furnace.

The furnace fire gradually intensified, causing the Thunder Pattern Steel to emit a dark red glow as the body of the Ying Zhao spear slowly twisted and melted.

Yang Zhaoxing closely watched the fire, frequently using long tongs to adjust the position to ensure even heating.

Something like molten iron flowed within the mold, bubbling along.

"It’s done!"

Yang Zhaoxing suddenly shouted, lifting the red mold containing the spear embryo and immersing it in the nearby quenching pool.

Blinding white steam rose, and the pool water churned as if boiling.

When the smoke cleared, a spear embryo with flowing dark patterns emerged, its edge restrained but still exuding a chilling aura.

"This will be the spear embryo used for subsequent forging. From tomorrow onwards, it will undergo multiple quenchings and material filling and refining.

Before resting today, there is one important step: to coat its entire body with your vital blood."

"... Understood."

Meng Chuan glanced at the over six or seven-meter-long embryo. It would be no easy task for others to draw that much blood.

At this moment, Yang Yuelian came over, smiling and patting his shoulder as she said:

"I’ll ask the kitchen to prepare some red bean, red dates, and donkey-hide gelatin paste for you later; it’ll surely replenish you thoroughly."

"... I thank you."

It’s just drawing a bit of blood, a minor issue.

With the support of the Blood Exchange and Body Refining method, his entire body’s blood was stored within his interior landscape, already surging like a waterfall.

The quantity is so abundant that there’s no need to speak further.

No need to mention this spear embryo’s length of six or seven meters, add another zero, and Meng Chuan wouldn’t falter at all!

However, he was curious about this step; it felt somewhat similar to the legendary weapon ritual "Blood Recognition".

But the procedures aren’t the same; in the legends, blood is drawn after the weapon is fully formed.

Drawing blood now seemed a bit early, didn’t it?

Worried that speaking out might make him seem ignorant, Meng Chuan refrained from voicing his thoughts.

Just as he prepared to step forward to draw blood, Yang Zhaoxing seemed to guess what he was thinking and explained:

"The legends are all nonsense. When True Martial is formed and blood is added afterward, how could it be useful?

Now, with your blood coating the entire embryo, during resting, the embryo can absorb a portion.

Later, as more of your blood is forged into it, the process becomes the method of Spiritual Infusion.

Guided by the will contained in your blood, it is also crucial for endowing spirit later."

"Thank you, senior, for clarifying."

Meng Chuan understood that it indeed wasn’t about recognition.

If True Martial wants spirit, the forging process must include blood infusion.

"This is also why crafting your own weapon is preferred by stronger individuals over buying a ready-made one.

True Martial, infused with one’s blood, aligns more closely with one’s intentions during use.

The effect is not noticeable on lower-grade True Martial; from Third Grade onward, you’ll see the difference during comparison with the Fist Blade when using it."

Having said that, Yang Zhaoxing handed Meng Chuan a specially made stone urn.

"Draw your blood now. Knowing your blood is extraordinary, this urn can even contain magma, use it without worry."

Meng Chuan received it, a large urn that was the size of a small water bucket.

"Fill it up?"

"Just half will suffice..."

Without further ado, Meng Chuan inserted a fingertip into the urn, channeling blood to his left index finger, where it seeped continuously from the pores.

The urn was gradually filled with bright red, soon reaching halfway.

When he handed it to Grandmaster Yang, the blood had already solidified entirely, like a solid block of duck blood tofu, wobbling with elasticity.

Yang Zhaoxing received the blood urn, feeling like holding a solid silver ingot, surprisingly heavy.

Looking at the coagulated blood tofu, he was perplexed...

If it were liquid, he could pour it onto the Ying Zhao embryo, but Meng Chuan’s blood... What happened here...

Yet, he wasn’t overly surprised, many with accomplished Hard Skills had blood like mercury paste, much denser than ordinary Martial Arts Families.

Meng Chuan was famous for his Hard Skills, clearly not just "accomplished," he was evidently stronger.

The blood being more "abnormal" was logically accepted...

He took out a specially made knife to cut the blood into grid-like blocks, noticing the tendency for these blood pieces to gradually move together and re-congeal.

Hurriedly, he quickly placed them above the shaft where the Ying Zhao was laid, pouring the blood tofu pieces onto the softened strip of Golden Metal embryo.

Just about to heat and prepare to melt them, Meng Chuan gestured that he would take care of it himself.

Walking up to the spear embryo, Meng Chuan placed both hands beneath the shaft, flames erupting from his palms and gradually heating the entire shaft.

"That’s enough, enough, you can stop now."

Yang Zhaoxing called Meng Chuan to cease heating upon seeing the blood tofu start to semi-melt.

He worried more heating might burn through the vessel holding the spear embryo...

As Meng Chuan’s blood had completely melted, gradually merging with the metal, producing dense bubbles.

Yang Zhaoxing chuckled:

"Alright, you don’t need to stay here and wait, I’ll handle the subsequent crafting."

"Understood."

With the upcoming forging and crafting tasks not requiring his assistance for now.

Meng Chuan left the pre-prepared weapon crafting materials behind, including bat wing dragon bones and crimson horn ore, then bid farewell.

"I trust you, senior, to take care of it."

Yang Zhaoxing looked at the materials Meng Chuan produced, marveling at the stubbornness of this young man, unwilling to take advantage.

How many in the world consume without repaying, like those ungrateful wolves?

The Yang Family is undoubtedly fortunate to befriend someone with Meng Chuan’s character.

"It’s just a trivial matter. I’ll be watching over the furnace lately; feel free to ask the servants for anything you’d like to eat in the manor."