Fengwu Qinshang

Chapter 79 Big Iron Pot

As he spoke, Qin Feng spread his legs, lowered his waist, used his legs to move his shoulders and arms, raised the purple gold hammer in his hand and hit the rough stone with it:

"when!"

With just one sound, the Akagi mixed iron forge randomly emitted a distant humming sound, echoing in the small house.

This was the forge spirit's expression of joy, and even the Mountain-Breaking Purple Gold Hammer was responding.

"Oh! Happy? Then I'll make you happier every day from now on!"

After that, another hammer!

“Dangdangdang…”

Wushang was drinking alone in the courtyard, listening to the crisp sounds. He looked up at the small house where the sounds came from and smiled slightly!

The crisp sound penetrated the hut and was heard far away.

Qi Yunwen was giving a lecture to more than 20 students. When he was about to take in the fragrance, he heard a ding-ding sound and frowned. The students below also heard it and turned to look out the window:

"Who is it? What are you doing?"

"It's like forging iron!"

"Am I hallucinating? Forging?"

"Oh! Is it that boy who just came the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah! It should be that boy!"

Qi Yunwen was so angry looking at these guys in front of him that he was jumping up and down:

"What do you mean by brat? He is the one who defeated Wei Qi's two disciples. What do you think of you? You are not as talented as him, not as hardworking as him, but you still flatter him and call him brat? Do you have the nerve to do that?"

The group of young people were speechless after being rebuked by the teacher.

Looking at Qin Feng again, he swung the hammer seventy-eight times in a row, and finally there was a "ding!" sound!

"Hey! Success! The Iron Spirit has reached level one!"

Holding the gray lump of iron with less than 30% of its original size left in his hand, Qin Feng sensed the weak spiritual energy inside.

"Hmm! Making a cooking pot should work. Let's try smelting it!"

His mind moved slightly, controlling the blazing green flame and releasing a small flame into the furnace.

The blazing blue flame, a mid-stage Saint-level flame, would instantly burn this top-level spiritual forging furnace into slag if it was not controlled.

The blazing fire shot into the furnace and instantly green flames rose up.

Qin Feng was as firm as an iron lump, with his right index finger pointing at the green fire in the furnace. A green thread as thin as a hair connected his finger to the green fire in the furnace.

"melt!"

The green fire instantly wrapped around the lump of iron. It was visible to the naked eye that in less than ten breaths, the lump of iron had turned into a pool of gray liquid.

"Taken!"

As Qin Feng imagined in his mind, the blazing green flames were like Qin Feng's two hands, gradually transforming the ball of liquid into a large iron pot with two ears.

After the big iron pot was formed, Qin Feng deliberately made slight adjustments to the thickness of the bottom and the size of the two handles to make it extremely smooth.

Here, daily necessities and farm tools are the most basic living utensils, and the metals used are all low-level spiritual metals, which can be forged with primary spiritual fire. This is because there are monks with extremely poor talents but fire attributes. Nowadays, ordinary people forging with ordinary fire is basically no longer seen, and the folk forging industry is naturally monopolized by these primary fire attribute monks.

These monks have no talent and no hope of upgrading, but they have very rare fire attributes after all, so they go to the folks to forge for a living, and they have no worries about food and clothing and live a comfortable life.

Qin Feng belongs to this category. If he goes out to open a blacksmith shop, with his current skills, he will have no problem living a comfortable life.

After fine-tuning, Qin Feng shouted softly:

"receive!"

The green fire attached to the large iron pot condensed instantly and returned to Qin Feng's fingertips along with the thin green thread.

The large iron pot cooled rapidly, and its smooth surface turned dark gray.

"Haha! What a big iron pot! Send it to the kitchen and let them try it!"

He raised his hand and took the iron pot. The spiritual energy in the iron pot was jumping:

"Haha! Are you quite excited, little thing? Well, that's all you're after. But then again, you're only at the initial spiritual level!"

"Squeak!"

As soon as the door opened, Wushang turned around and saw Qin Fengle, who was staggering with a large iron pot in his hand:

"Sir, is this something you made?"

Qin Feng smiled proudly:

"Hehe! Yes, this is my, Qin Feng's, first work. What do you think? Hahahaha!"

Fun? This is Qin Feng's fun! He doesn't care whether the things he likes are valuable or not!

No harm, no words:

"Hey! Young Master, if Master Aotian knew that you made such a big iron pot, he would be so angry that he would come back to life! Your skill is enough to stabilize the country!!!"

Qin Feng looked at Wushang's embarrassed look and said with a smile:

"Hey, who is born with the ability to create a holy weapon? Isn't it just a matter of taking your time? Don't be impatient! Let's go to the kitchen!"

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he carried a big iron pot and went out.

"Hey! Look, is that Qin Feng?"

"Yeah! Why is he carrying a big pot?"

"Big pot, let me see, it's really, new!"

"By the way, we heard a ding-ding sound during class today. Was this kid making a pot?"

"Hey! It really is. Let's go and have a look!"

 …

"Tsk!" Qin Feng was walking in front, followed by a large group of people. Even the teachers were startled.

In the kitchen of the academy, several chefs were preparing lunch for the students. Qin Feng walked in and asked:

"Which chef wants to try this iron pot?"

With just one word, all those people turned their heads.

"Hey, I just went to the blacksmith shop this morning and they've already delivered it. You guys are really efficient!"

"Okay, hurry up and get ready. It's time for the students to eat."

"Okay, let's try this new pot!"

A fat man came over and took the iron pot:

"Hey, that's great! Your blacksmith's skills are much better than last time. What? Did you change the blacksmith?"

Qin Feng smiled.

Looking at the fat man putting on the big iron pot, the flames in the furnace instantly surrounded the bottom of the big iron pot, as if attracted by something.

The iron pot was visibly turning red. The fat man held a large spoon in his hand and poured a large spoonful of oil into the pot, which emitted green smoke. The fat man then grabbed some ingredients that Qin Feng was puzzled about and threw them into the pot.

Yellow petals, green leaves, red flesh, and white stems.

As soon as the ingredients were put into the pot, flames shot up into the sky. The fat man grabbed the handle of the pot with one hand and swung it up. He stirred the pot with a large spoon, and the ingredients flew up and fell back into the pot:

"Hahahaha! What a great pot! Even though it's made of the lowest grade mixed iron, it's still full of spiritual energy, with even flames and distinct layers. Even Fatty Wei, who's known as the best chef in Xihua County, may not have used such a good big iron pot!"

As he spoke, a few spoonfuls of seasoning were put into the pot, and the aroma burst out.

Stir-fry a few more times, and serve in a bowl with a sizzle!

Look at this iron pot again, it is as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of oil stains.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Boy, your blacksmith is really amazing!"

The fat man patted Qin Feng on the shoulder and said.

At this moment, a voice came from the door:

"presumptuous!"

Everyone turned around and saluted:

"Ah! Dean!"

Standing at the door was the old teacher Wei Honglu, followed by several teachers and students. There were more than a dozen young people lying on the windows, watching the excitement. Wushang was standing outside the door watching the excitement.

After Wei Honglu entered the room, he looked at the big iron pot in the fat man's hand:

"Qin Feng, is this what you worked so hard to come up with?"

Qin Feng bowed and said:

"Yes! This is my first time forging, and I can only use this lowest grade metal to hone my skills. This is my first finished product!"