Lord Sovereign

Fei Hong stretched out his hand beside the Furnace to feel the temperature, nodded slightly, took the black diamond, and applied a layer of black heat-gathering agent on it! Then, operated the rocker arm to open the lid of the cauldron, and threw the black diamond in!

After the lid of the furnace was closed again, Fei Hong opened several air vents again, and the fire in the furnace became more fierce. And he turned around and set another Furnace on fire. When the temperature was high, he threw the mold into it!

This time, Old Man Wu was dumbfounded: This bastard, what kind of refiner wanted to warm up the mold before the ore melts? ! This was common sense. If two things with high temperature are put together later, either the mold would break instantly, or the two things would be glued together. How could it be successfully refined? 

Old man Wu couldn't believe Fei Hong's sanity for a moment. How could such a craftsman who could make common mistakes be regarded as a true craftsman? 

But the scene after half an hour opened his eyes. He saw Fei Hong started the furnace and threw the black cauldron into the spiritual pool!

There was a thorny sound, and the black cauldron released a burst of white mist, but Fei Hong ignored it. He turned around and took out the mold again, and threw it into the spiritual pool as well, and there was another thorny sound.

The old man Wu stopped pretending to be asleep and stood up. Slowly, he walked over to see what Fei Hong would do next.

Fei Hong ignored this Uncle Wu, and after waiting for a few seconds, he opened the lid of the tripod and poured the slightly cooled black diamond solution into the mold that had also cooled a little bit.

Then, he smeared a layer of heat accumulating agent on the whole body of the mold and sent it into the furnace. This time he closed a few vents.

Seeing that the heat and temperature gradually stabilized, Fei Hong turned around and said to Master Wu with a smile. "Uncle Shi, this disciple believes that a pair of short swords can be made in less than half an hour." 

Old Man Wu pouted, turned around and went back to the bamboo chair to rest.

After half an hour, Fei Hong started the furnace and put the red-burning mold into the spiritual pool. With a clicking sound, the mold actually shattered. This made Fei Hong to be disappointed a bit. Refining a thing of this level actually broke the mold. In fact, half of the refining tools failed this time.

Of course, the pair of short swords inside were intact and perfect.

Fei Hong picked up the small hammer and struck the blade of the sword more than a hundred times, and a pair of short swords were successfully tempered. Although Fei Hong had used the refining room for more than an hour, and even shattered the mold, the result was completely beyond Old Man Wu's imagination.

The old man stood up and walked to the console. He picked up the two short swords and looked at them. He nodded coldly and said, "Okay, it's considered a pass. Come with me."

The old man Wu then took Fei Hong to see the small medicine garden, and then took him to the warehouse where the refining base materials were stored, and then Wu gave him a few words of instructions, and stipulated that he would visit once a month. Well, there would be rewards in gold coins. If the work was not good, there would be no reward. If the number of spirit grasses and armors handed in at the end were not enough, he would be punished.

After instructing Fei Hong, Old Man Wu went back to his mansion.

As soon as Old Man Wu left, Fei Hong knew that from then on, the refining room and the small medicine garden would become his own territory.

He found a simple stone house, cleaned it, and made it his home. After a tiring day, he put his energy into tempering a pair of short swords just now. At this time, he was very tired.

After hastily making some dinner to eat, he lay on the bed, looking at the jade pendant that Bai Xiaoxiao gave him. Before long, he fell asleep.

The next day, Fei Hong's life in the refining room and the medicine garden officially began. His daily work was to water, fertilize, and loosen the soil for those spiritual grasses, and then returned to the refining room to refine those low-level armours that were needed.

Two days later, Fei Hong's work was completely started. After finishing the day's work, he stayed in the refining room, staring at the Lingshan grass and the seeds of the red top flower in a daze. These two things were the two most critical substrates for refining The Golden Spirit Pill. The remaining ones could be collected in the medicine garden. This was also one of the reasons why he chose the medicine garden.

It was just that he really didn't have the century-old red top flower in his  hand... 

Fei Hong stared at the seed for a long time, sighed, and walked to an inconspicuous corner of the medicine garden, and planted the seeds of the red top flower.

"Hey, when you grow to be a hundred years old, what will Xiaoxiao and I be like... If only there was something that could make you grow instantly." Fei Hong looked at the buried seeds and muttered to himself, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Huh?! Grow?!" Fei Hong suddenly remembered the yellow bead in his chest, and quickly harnessed his true Qi to draw it out, watching it swirl around in his palm: "Bead, since you have a super invincible skill that produces more ore, producing a small flower should be no problem for you, I guess..."

As he said that, he put his qi into the bead, and the yellow bead flashed golden light, and followed Fei Hong's hand and landed on the soil where the red top flower seed was planted