Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 173: You Have a Story, Hey, I Have Wine! (Seeking Subscriptions) _2

Translator: 549690339

With his upper body bare, Duan Feng was steadily striking the metal ingot with his hammer.

His streamlined muscular physique was not as noticeable at the moment as his unpleasant expression.

He looked somber, each hammer strike was as if he was not forging a metal ingot, but hammering a person instead.

But it was not purely venting emotions.

Luo Chen could feel that there was the flow of Spirit Power between each hammer swing.

“This is indeed an unusual method for Cultivating spirit power.”

Luo Chen’s eyes sparkled, faintly discerning the subtleties behind it.

With each rise and fall of the hammer, spirit power flowed in and out during the forging process — as if, like a metal ingot, impurities were being hammered out.

The Spirit Power drawn back into the body was incredibly pure.

“However, I’ve never seen Duan Feng use this method before.”

“President!”

“Hello, Mr. President!”

While Luo Chen was pondering, the cultivators in the room finally noticed him.

After all, he was standing right by the door without any attempt to hide.

Duan Feng stopped his work and turned to look at Luo Chen.

Then, he put down his hammer, wiped his hands with a cloth, picked up a coat and came out.

Below the Technique Fighting Platform, Luo Chen, dressed in a snow-white fox fur, and Duan Feng, draped only in a thin outer garment, looked as if they lived in two different seasons.

One in winter, the other in summer.

However, their moods seemed to be in stark contrast.

Luo Chen was enthusiastically chatting, while Duan Feng replied as coldly as ever.

Accustomed to this manner of dialogue, Luo Chen found a way to engage Duan Feng in conversation.

So, you’re playing dumb with me, huh!

“How are the new recruits these days?”

Duan Feng finally showed some interest, “They’re doing alright. They can now handle some basic mineral materials and assist me in the task.”

“What about the Magic Tools?”

“They’re still at the maintenance and repair stage, creating a brand-new Magic Tool is still very challenging.”

Duan Feng sighed and said: “I only have two blueprints for Flying Sword Magic Tools, one of lower grade and one of medium grade. In your words, they have little market competitiveness. If anything, they only serve our internal needs when made.”

Pill Refinement requires a Pill Formula, and of course, tool casting requires blueprints.

Unless you’ve reached the level of Tool Casting Master Hu Yan Zhuo in Tian Fan City, where you can create new things and study various Magic Tools and Magic Items.

But clearly, Duan Feng was not at that level yet.

Luo Chen, however, didn’t expect him to be like that either.

He was discussing these matters just to get Duan Feng into a conversation.

He focused on what Duan Feng was most skilled at and loved most.

Without much guidance, Duan Feng was able to talk continuously.

“I’ve pretty much fixed all the second-hand Magic Tools we recovered from under Qinghe Mountain. You can sell them off to get back your capital and also earn a little profit.”

Luo Chen smiled and said, “You still remember that!”

Duan Feng scratched his head, “You invested two to three thousand Spirit Stones into that small stall of the Feng Sea Duan Family, only to get a thousand in return. How could I forget about that?”

Indeed, that was the case.

The Feng Sea Duan Family was one of the few business ventures Luo Chen had lost on.

Because of the Ancient Plains Mountain Range, the Heavenly Craft Qi Snatching Array of the Golden Core relic contracted, causing a chaotic fight among the Rogue Cultivators, which in turn triggered the Demon Beasts riot.

In the end, it affected the business of the small tool casting stall.

Even now, Luo Chen has not yet recouped his investment.

” Besides, the numerous Magic Tools we recovered from the Crescent Valley Battle and the Fu Family Battle, we’re working overtime to repair them.”

“In a short while, you can take them and use them.”

Among those Magic Tools there were quite a few premium ones.

There were more than a dozen Ascendant Grade Magic Tools.

Among them, were some Ascendant Grade Magic Tools with defensive attributes.

However, Luo Chen only shook his head with a light laugh.

“I can hardly use so many Magic Tools by myself!”

Duan Feng was taken aback before he reacted.

Indeed, although Magic Tools are excellent, more doesn’t necessarily mean better.

Every person’s energy and spirit power is limited.

With too many Magic Tools, there simply isn’t enough energy to become familiar and master them all.

When it comes to a battle, the limitation of Spirit Power doesn’t allow one to use many Magic Tools randomly.

In general, cultivators of any realm will choose the Magic Tools most suitable for themselves.

In general terms, they would have one or two offensive Magic Tools, a defensive Magic Tool, a mobility Magic Tool and, at most, a few other Magic Tools.

Even with this setup, it should only be a Late-Stage Qi Refinement one who could just manage to handle it.

A Middle-stage cultivator wouldn’t have enough Spirit Power control all these Magic Tools.

Luo Chen also knew that he could deploy many Ascendant Grade Magic Tools.

These things can barely be considered as part of his wealth.

But all this while, his Magic Tools had been the same set. Only recently, he acquired a Sword Pill to make up for the deficiency in offensive power.

Even if it was a Sword Pill, it was chosen because it didn’t consume much Spirit Power.

Naturally, Duan Feng also understood this principle. He hadn’t made the connection before.

After thinking for a while, he said, “Even if you can’t use them, you can use them as rewards for the cultivators of Luo Tian Creed.”

Luo Chen shook his head.

Under Duan Feng’s puzzled gaze, he slowly said, “You should know that I didn’t come to talk about these things.”

Silence.

He fell silent again.

Luo Chen sighed, “I know the Duan Family has recently been reaching out to you. Can you share what you’re thinking?”

“My thoughts?”

“Haha…”

A touch of self-mockery appeared on the man’s resolute face.

He opened his mouth, then finally muttered, “Do you want to hear my story?”