13. Mid-Grade Pseudo-Spiritual Artifact
Gong Yiling examined the spatula.
Besides not being polished yet, it looked quite decent.
Good for cooking, maybe even for killing.
“System, show me its stats.”
The spatula’s information immediately appeared in her mind.
“Name: Physics Holy Sword – First Generation Heteromorphic Mutant – V1
Alias: Spatula
Grade: Mid-grade Pseudo-Spiritual Artifact
Attack: A (B)
Defense: B (C)
Support: S (for cooking)
Innate Skill [Spatula of Destiny]: Cooking deliciousness +23.33%
Innate Skill [Pseudo-Spiritual Artifact -Provisional]: Lowest tier pseudo-spiritual artifact. Artifact’s preservation time is greatly reduced by 70%, durability decreased by 40%, but all attributes are increased by one grade.
Active Skill [Remote Mitigation Alpha]: When activated, the wielder has a 30% chance to block an attack. All blocked damage is transferred to the spatula.
Set Bonus (1/2)
Special Note: Pseudo-spiritual artifacts are special spiritual artifacts forged using the “160 Great Hammer” technique. Due to the lack of repeated quenching and the significant development of the artifact’s original spiritual energy, their preservation time is extremely short, and their durability is also reduced, but their base attributes are enhanced.”
“Pseudo-spiritual artifact…”
Gong Yiling muttered.
This “160 Great Hammer” technique was completely different from conventional forging. It was normal for artifacts forged this way to have such differences.
And as Daoist Daman’s message said…
This wasn’t a family heirloom to be passed down. She didn’t care who would use her weapon to chop off a python’s head in the future (Calamity Heart Flame Python expressed confusion).
This method was even quite convenient.
After a short rest to recover her strength, Gong Yiling began her second creation.
Although her previous chaotic hammering had produced something, and the old masters in the room thought it was just scrap, they were still watching her.
Another round of violent hammering, but this time, she wasn’t so lucky.
Crack—scrap.
Crack—scrap x2.
Crack—scrap x3.
A spatula was one thing, but a pot, with its distinct concave shape, was much easier to break with a single hammer blow.
After scrapping three pieces of raw iron, the old masters’ curiosity had waned—this girl was just messing around.
However, one of the old masters suddenly realized something.
This unrestrained, unconventional, even chaotic forging style… seemed to be a long-lost technique.
The 160 Great Hammer!
Although this girl hadn’t fully mastered it, she clearly possessed its essence, something he had only seen in blurry afterimages.
And this time, Gong Yiling finally got the hang of it. After a series of chaotic blows, she finally forged a matching iron pot.
“Name: Red Wolf’s Frying Pan’s Relative
Alias: Iron Pot
Grade: Mid-grade Pseudo-Spiritual Artifact
Attack: A (B)
Defense: A (B)
Support: S (for cooking)
Innate Skill [Pot of Destiny]: Cooking deliciousness +23.33%
Innate Skill [Pseudo-Spiritual Artifact -Provisional]: Omitted
Active Skill [Clang Clang Clang]: When activated, the wielder is immune to all ranged damage, which is transferred to the pot’s durability. The pot will shatter after reaching its limit.
Set Bonus: When cooking with the set, the food will gain a buff, causing all who eat it, regardless of gender or age, to gradually fall in love with the wielder. Ineffective against cultivators at Earthly Nether realm and above.”
Was this set bonus a joke?
Was this the legendary “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”? But for her disciples?
But then again, she didn’t really need this effect. Her disciples were already her wings.
Ahem… just kidding.
Miss Gong polished the two items for a while, then, satisfied, prepared to leave. But when she turned around, she saw several serious-looking old masters surrounding her.
“Um… what can I do for you?”
They ignored her, instead examining the spatula and pot she had made.
“This… huh?”
Gong Yiling was bewildered.
But these people… judging by their age and the unknown armbands on their sleeves, they were clearly not ordinary.
She couldn’t just get angry at them.
“This… this is a mid-grade spiritual artifact.”
“Indeed. How did she do it!?”
“Yes, can you even call what she just did ‘forging’? My one-month-old son could do that.”
“My one-month-old grandson could do it!”
Tsk… why did that sound so strange?
“Stop bragging.” A rather scruffy old man retorted. “Can your one-month-old sons and grandsons forge a mid-grade spiritual artifact?”
“Forget about one-month-olds. Give me an hour, and I’ll forge two mid-grade spiritual artifacts for you.”
Hearing this, the other blacksmiths were speechless.
Indeed, even at their level, they couldn’t forge two mid-grade spiritual artifacts in such a short time.
And this beginner girl was showing them up, while they were spouting such nonsense.
“Hmph.”
The old man glared at them, then took the two artifacts and returned them to Gong Yiling. “Sorry, girl. We haven’t seen other techniques in a while and got a bit carried away.”
“I don’t mind.”
Gong Yiling took her spatula and bowed slightly to the old man. “It’s surprising enough that the renowned Elder Leng Qianqiu of the Blacksmiths’ Guild would speak up for me. Thank you, Elder.”
“You know me?”
“What blacksmith doesn’t know you, Senior?” Gong Yiling smiled.
She had recognized him from the three fingers on his left hand.
Three Fingers Universe, Divine Fire Uncountable. This was a king of the current blacksmithing world, the current heir of the Leng family, a quasi-immortal level blacksmith, Three Fingers Divine Fire Leng Qianqiu.
“In the world of blacksmithing, there’s no such thing as admiration, only self-cultivation. For example, your forging technique, in a sense, is superior to mine.”
“You’re too modest, Elder.”
“I don’t deal in such pleasantries.” Leng Qianqiu said, “If I may, could I ask you to come to my inner chamber? I have some questions for you.”
