Chapter 88: Outstanding Effect! Forging Iron

“After all the wheat grains are picked out, there’s no need to wash them. Just toss them straight into the pot and boil.”

Listening to the Old Village Chief’s words, you looked up at the sky. Without realizing it, the night had already deepened.

“Come, I’ll take you to cook the rice.” The Old Village Chief picked up a basket of wheat grains and led you into the kitchen.

“To cook this kind of rice, there’s no need to add water. Just cook it directly.” As the Old Village Chief explained to you, he poured all the wheat grains into the pot.

At the same time, he grabbed a handful of wheat stalks, lit them with a fire striker, and began to cook.

“If you want to cook this rice properly, you must use this raw material. Nothing else can cook it.”

After the Old Village Chief explained the entire rice-cooking process to you, he turned and left the kitchen, leaving it to you.

You reached out a hand and placed it over the flames of the burning wheat stalks. A searing pain shot through your entire body, and you yanked your hand back.

With my half-step Spirit Transformation physique, I was actually injured by these flames? What is this thing!

You stared blankly at the flames in the stove. Only when the fire shrank and was about to die out did you snap to your senses and hurriedly add more wheat stalks.

Soon, under your tending of the fire, waves of fragrance drifted from the pot.

You merely took a single whiff, and every pore on your body opened wide, filling you with comfort.

The wounds on your body that had been so hard to heal actually recovered a sliver as if by a miracle!

A single breath of the aroma could produce such an effect. You could hardly imagine — if you ate all the rice in the pot, to what extent would your injuries recover?

“That’s about enough. Wash your hands and eat.” Not long after, the Old Village Chief returned and shooed you out of the kitchen.

“Little one, hurry up! We’ve all been waiting for you!” The moment you stepped into the courtyard, the blacksmith called out to you and invited you to sit.

Only then did you realize the table was already surrounded by people. It seemed the entire village had come!

“Chicken soup is here!” The chicken farmer carried over a large basin of chicken and set it on the table.

Before long, the Old Village Chief also brought over a basin of rice and sat down beside you.

“Let’s eat!” At the Old Village Chief’s command, everyone finally began to move.

“Come on, kid, let’s have a drink!” The blacksmith raised a bowl of wine and clinked it against yours, downing it in one gulp.

You sniffed the wine in your bowl and failed to discover anything unusual. Copying the blacksmith, you downed it in one go.

The moment the wine hit your stomach, a surge of pure energy erupted from within you, coursing through every limb and bone. You felt as though your physique had grown a fraction stronger!

After burning through that bowl of wine, you slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and could not help but exclaim, “Smooth!”

“Hahahaha!” Everyone burst into laughter.

“Big Brother, is the wine tasty?” Little Nannan, sitting on the other side of the Village Chief, looked up at you with big, adorable eyes.

“Delicious. This is the best wine I’ve ever had!” With a bowl of wine in your belly, you had grown bold and unrestrained.

“Don’t just drink. Try this chicken.” The Old Village Chief smiled as he placed a piece of chicken into your bowl.

You glanced at the Old Village Chief and began to eat.

You had eaten chicken before, but you had never eaten chicken like this. Just one whiff made you feel as though you could ascend to immortality on the spot!

With every bite, a surge of majestic life force gushed forth. You felt as though your lifespan had increased.

By the time you swallowed the entire piece of chicken, you felt as though you had grown several hundred years younger!

Your eyes lit up as you stared at the chicken in the basin. You had just been about to make a move when the Old Village Chief stopped you.

“Young man, do not be greedy. If you eat too much, you won’t be able to handle it!”

You had no choice but to give up. You picked up a bowl of rice and began eating directly.

You knew this rice could heal the wounds on your body, so you held nothing back and ate five large bowls in a row!

Only when a feeling of fullness rose in your belly and you could not eat another bite no matter what did you finally stop.

Afterward, you paid no attention to anyone else and began cultivating on the spot.

The Heavenly Lightning Body-Refining Art circulated madly. The rice in your stomach was rapidly digested, transforming into streams of pure energy that appeared at your wounds.

The wounds on your body began to heal rapidly. The residual Power of the Void was dismantled one by one.

When you opened your eyes again, five days had already passed.

“Thank you, Senior!” You stood up and bowed to the Old Village Chief nearby. Although your injuries had not fully recovered, they were far better than before.

The Old Village Chief nodded with a smile. “Not bad. For the next few days, go to the blacksmith’s forge and learn from the blacksmith.”

You nodded in agreement and turned to leave.

“Senior, I’ve come to learn blacksmithing from you.”

Hearing this, the blacksmith set down the hammer in his hand and said in a buzzing voice, “The Village Chief told me about you. Come in.”

The moment you entered the blacksmith’s forge, the blazing flames burned your entire body red. Waves of stinging pain shot through you, and you gritted your teeth and endured.

Watching your expression, the blacksmith nodded in satisfaction. “Not bad. I hope you can stick with it.”

Then, the blacksmith picked up a hammer and held it above your hands.

“This hammer is very heavy. You’d better catch it!”

Hearing this, the physique of your half-step Spirit Transformation realm erupted in full, and the power of Heavenly Lightning faintly surfaced on your hands.

“Let go, Senior. I can handle it!”

The hammer fell in response, slamming heavily onto your hands. Even though you were prepared, the weight of the hammer still startled you.

With your current strength in both hands, you could catch even a million-jin weight.

Yet this seemingly ordinary hammer made it impossible for you to hold it up.

The full physical power of your body erupted. You barely managed to lift the hammer and brought it down heavily on the red-hot iron block.

Bang!

Sparks flew in all directions, splattering onto your body and bringing waves of searing pain.

The blacksmith lay on a recliner, glanced at you, and shook his head. “When you can forge a sword, that’s when you wake me.”

You looked at the blacksmith snoring away, gritted your teeth, and continued swinging the hammer.

The searing pain on your skin at every moment, and every full-powered swing of the hammer, was an immense test of your willpower.

On the first day, the clothes on your body had already been largely burned away, revealing your reddened, scorched flesh. The wounds torn open by the Power of the Void on your body were clearly visible.

By now, you were drenched in sweat. After a full day of swinging the hammer, your hands had begun to tremble, and your strength was beginning to decline.

On the third day, your face was pale. The muscles all over your body had long since vanished, leaving your skeleton clearly visible.

Even so, the hammer in your hands had still not been put down. At this moment, you relied entirely on your willpower, forcibly driving yourself to continue swinging!