Published: November 30, -0001
With a cold shout, his hands rapidly formed various hand seals. Streams of extremely delicate mental power penetrated into the melted Black Yao Netherstone and began to vibrate at an incredibly high frequency. Subsequently, dust-like impurities drifted away, and the liquid substance transformed from the Black Yao Netherstone became increasingly lustrous, gradually changing from its original dark black to a bright black. Finally, the spherical surface was like a mirror, clearly reflecting a person's face.
Liang Yu, standing to the side, was already dumbfounded. Qin Chen's mental power was clearly not even at the first rank, far inferior to his second-rank mental power, yet his purification speed was several times faster than his own, completely overturning his understanding of weapon refining.
When Qin Chen finished purifying, Liang Yu hurriedly began to activate the array patterns.
"Buzz!"
The array patterns Qin Chen had previously inscribed quickly came to life, lighting up like neon lights. A peculiar force field rippled throughout the refining room.
Qin Chen pointed at the array platform, his mental power entering the formation. The liquid sphere from the Black Yao Netherstone seemed to be drawn by the power of the formation, autonomously entering it and hovering above the radiant formation, constantly trembling.
The frequency of the liquid's vibrations increased, and sharp spikes protruded from the originally smooth surface. Qin Chen carefully controlled the rhythm of the Black Yao Netherstone's vibrations with his mental power, allowing it to jump freely.
The spikes continuously extended, and Qin Chen used his mental power to control their growth. Numerous tiny spiral patterns naturally emerged on the spikes. The entire process required no deliberate manipulation from Qin Chen; it was entirely guided by his subtle mental influence.
Liang Yu, while controlling the array patterns, was utterly stunned, his eyes nearly popping out.
Qin Chen's refining method was completely different from the normal process of crafting a treasured weapon, incomprehensible as if reading an ancient script.
"Separate!"
Suddenly, Qin Chen shouted, his eyes radiating divine light. He extended his right hand, gently touching the Black Yao Netherstone material with his index finger.
With a "puff," the Black Yao Netherstone material abruptly exploded, transforming into eighteen fine, gleaming needle-like beams, emitting a dazzling light.
The eighteen divine needles gently fell into Qin Chen's hands, each one crystal clear, covered in spiral patterns and array inscriptions, seeming naturally formed, exquisitely crafted, mesmerizing.
"Finally, it's done."
Qin Chen breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, carefully wrapped the eighteen divine needles, and stored them in his pouch.
Using the rich experience from his past life, combined with Liang Yu's assistance, he finally crafted the Tianmai Divine Needles, which even ordinary third-rank refiners might not be able to produce. A sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.
Glancing at the dazed Liang Yu, Qin Chen said indifferently, "Take two ounces of crescent leaves, add three aloe flowers, place them in rootless water, and simmer over low heat for two hours. Bathe at midnight for half an hour every night. After seven days, the charm poison will dissolve."
Liang Yu was still in shock from the entire refining process. By the time he regained his senses, Qin Chen had already left the refining room.
"Who exactly is this person? How can he possess such formidable refining skills? Unfathomable, truly unfathomable!" Liang Yu's heart was filled with immense shock. Since becoming a refiner, it was the first time he felt so ignorant.
The intense impact made Liang Yu develop a sense of admiration and respect for Qin Chen, thoughts he couldn't believe he would have.
"This child must not be made an enemy." Liang Yu took a deep breath; the previous resentment and anger had completely disappeared, and he even had the urge to take Qin Chen as his master.