"I'll take a walk next door," Zhang Jinseng stood up.

At this moment, the core forging had reached the most critical stage, the inscription of the Artifact Pattern.

But this could be completely entrusted to this group of blacksmiths for inscription.

Only after the inscription was completed would Zhang Jinseng need to personally return the artifact to the furnace, integrate it, and quench it.

So during this period, Zhang Jinseng had no work to do.

Why not visit the neighboring blacksmith shop and observe their forging situation? The bustling sound of hammering and yelling sparks curiosity.

Perhaps he might even see the Demon Beast corpses from the Water Army?

Zhang Jinseng mused, he and a few old blacksmiths had been stealthily discussing these days, already filled with curiosity about those deep-sea Sea Monsters.

After all, Xinyi Continent is indeed by the sea.

But the continent is so vast that they have never seen the so-called Demon Beasts that live in saltwater.

Over the past few days, probing from the vague recounts of the others, it seems the Water Army enjoy spraying people.

The initial judgment of these old Zhang Family blacksmiths is that they like to spray water columns from their mouths.

This form of attack by Sea Beasts is quite normal.

Zhang Jinseng thought as he quickly arrived at the entrance of the opposing blacksmith shop, seeing the guards looking panic-stricken:

"Aren't you in the midst of forging? Are you heading out? Wait... you can't right now, we're at the most crucial moment of the forging!"

Zhang Jinseng was bewildered: "Why can't I go in? No matter how crucial the moment is, I won't disrupt my fellow blacksmiths' forging, I have a lot of experience in this area."

The guards hesitated and stammered: "No, it's inconvenient to disturb us, we need to focus!"

The blacksmiths were surprised that the other party would come here to watch the excitement in the middle of their forging, this old man's curiosity is really strong!

"Aren't you fond of watching melodramatic romances? What's there to see in our horror films?"

Zhang Jinseng saw the others couldn't say a word for a long time, "I'll just peek from the door, I won't disturb you..."

He wouldn't admit he was curious about the Water Army and instead stated seriously:

"I'm mainly checking what's next door to help with since the Artifact Spirit and Artifact Body are integrated, moving around could enhance cooperation to complete this weapon."

Without paying attention to the guards' reluctant expressions, he directly pulled open the door crack, peeking inside.

Within this old blacksmith shop, the furnace's heat waves rushed forward, yet there was an inexplicable feeling of chilly breezes.

Because the Muddy Qi and Yin Qi inside were very dense.

The entire blacksmith shop exhibited an inexplicable feeling of both cold and hot.

Is this their intertwining Yin and Yang?

Zhang Jinseng thought, feeling they indeed had depth.

And on the blacksmith shop's floor, lay several convulsing blacksmith corpses, not a single Water Army corpse could be seen.

"No Water Army?"

Zhang Jinseng thought carefully again, indeed, now is the period of forging Demon Weapons, how could they use the materials of those low-level Demon Beasts to make Magical Artifacts?

His attention soon fell on the bodies of the blacksmiths on the ground, discovering they were already dead.

Previously he had seen them laughing heartily around the campfire, eating together, standing in front of the notice board, joyfully discussing.

Even helping to carry boxes of forging materials in, voluntarily and free of charge.

Yet.

Always wore an eerie smile, considering it a custom after some days.

But why did the previously lively and warm-hearted blacksmiths suddenly die?

While Zhang Jinseng frowned silently, he finally saw how the blacksmiths died.

Only to hear Daojiu excitedly shout:

"Family, not enough, need more lubricant, a bit more Muddy Qi, and make it more sinister."

"This method really works! I can feel the convergence of Yin Yang Fish, and Yin Yang fusion needs a medium!"

"These villagers are the medium for fusion!"

From the crowd emerged some young blacksmiths, heroically sacrificing themselves while shouting "Let me", "Clear the way", as if encountering some great opportunity, they competed to step forward, performing incomprehensible acts:

Three Flowers opening.

Attempting to step onto the Immortal Sect.

The dense Muddy Qi before the Red Sun rushing into their minds.

This puzzled Zhang Jinseng.

From his outsider perspective of lacking knowledge.

What connection is there between blacksmithing to forge the Supreme Divine Soldier and making a group of scholars open Three Flowers?

Especially during the most crucial moment?

He soon witnessed a scene unforgettable for a lifetime.

Seeing those scholars who opened Three Flowers, quickly hammered by the neighboring blacksmiths, Duang~Duang~, with enthusiasm.

As if hammering the Forging Platform.

Flailing hammers trapping the Muddy Qi inside their heads, resonating with various cries of Muddy Qi endlessly.

"Help... kkk... help..." an old man emitted broken mechanical sounds in cries for help.

"No... no... spare me," a girl's coquettish voice of fear echoed.

...

Zhang Jinseng's eyes hiding within the door crack shrank violently, his pupils quaking instantly.

What?

What's being done??

A massive amount of Muddy Qi, the grievances of past scholars, devoid of past arrogance, fearsome, instead pleaded before them!

Fear like a cold breeze silently enveloped him, freezing him in place, mouth agape, incapable of speech.

Even though he lived for thousands of years, witnessing countless bizarre and horrifying scenes, he had never seen such a grotesque spectacle.

What did he see now?

Those scholars who endured years of nighttime study, experiencing countless sleepless nights, finally were able to open Three Flowers, yet chose to lure Muddy Qi into their bodies using their lives, sacrificing their promising Immortal Path?

Zhang Jinseng terrifiedly shut the door, drifting mindlessly back.

His mind still reeling from the shock of the blacksmith shop's imagery, wave upon wave of confusion flooding his brain.

He pondered, what force twisted their faces, frenzy, yet carried excitement, recklessly choosing to die?

Was their spirit twisted?

Impossible.

People whose spirit is twisted by Evil Technique are inevitably lost, unable to "I know who I am," and certainly cannot open Three Flowers.

They possessed steadfast belief, clear minds, courageous hearts to accomplish the feat.

Why were they willing?

Why was there such a bizarre and horrific scene?

He couldn't comprehend nor figure out.

Feeling there must be unimaginable secrets.

He drifted back to his own blacksmith shop, seeing a few old blacksmiths still engraving inscriptions, diligently busy, deeply focused.

Clang!

Clang!

These elderly men and women moved skillfully, in perfect unison.

Even during their forging process, they had the presence of mind to notice Zhang Jinseng's return, only to see his face pale, expression dazed, his walk a bit unsteady.

"What happened to you?"

"Deputy Chief Zhang Jinseng, why are your Three Flowers, Essence, Qi, and Spirit shaking so violently?"

"You, what did you see!?"

A few old men exclaimed, wide-eyed in disbelief.

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