Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

"I need to make something that will serve as a medium for them," he thought and the thing he had in mind was nothing else but the tools in his hand.

"I need to find an ore and modify it so it would be suited to make these tools by them," he muttered before asking, "how are the ores coming from the deep mine we control doing?"

"Ding! Many had already formed growing veins inside the ground."

"Good," he nodded before adding, "take me there."

The next moment he vanished to appear above giant hills and mountains occupying a great stretch of land in his garden. The place he appeared at was part of a purified world.

The ores extracted were all gathered here, collected together to form these hills and mountains. Arthur glanced at this scene and smiled, as it wasn't an exaggeration to say the ores nearly took an entire world so far.

"And the veins?" he asked while glancing all around.

"Ding! They are deeply rooted under all these."

Arthur's eyes corners twitched before he said: "I want a vein of them, how can I get it now?"

"Ding! It's easy, everything here is following your will," the system said in a chuckle before adding, "Ding! Where do you want this vein?"

"Bring it back with me towards the Golam lake."

Arthur appeared next to the lake accompanied by a gigantic long arm of twisted shining green ore. He glanced at the ore in content while nodding.

"What are you going to do with that?" the golden dragon asked.

"Y'know, one day back in my life as a cultivator we woke up on a strange disease hitting out weak disciples."

"In your clan?" the golden dragon asked.

"It's called a sect," Arthur corrected before adding, "and no, it wasn't only limited to my sect. all the sects in the world were affected that day."

"It was a disease then?"

"Might be," Arthur shrugged before adding, "all we were sure of that day was that any disciple at and below the core formation stage was affected."

Arthur took out his cauldron before adding, "they became so weak in absorbing heaven and earth energy, and even weaker disciples became unable to absorb any."

"Sounds bad."

"Bad? It was terrible! Imagine cutting off the next offsprings for generations to come," Arthur said, trying to explain the magnitude of that disaster, "but a solution was rapidly found."

"Which is? A potion?"

"Nah," he shook his head, "it's a medium to help these kids absorb the energy of heaven and earth, acting as outer artificial dantian."

"And you plan to make it?"

"Making it is tough," he shook his head before adding, "but these boys here don't need a very pure artificial dantian, they only need any dantian to help."

He then lit fire under the cauldron before muttering, "is there unpurified blood left in the Golam's body?" he asked.

"Ding! There are many," the system said before adding, "Ding! Do you need some?"

"I need many," Arthur nodded before adding, "fill this cauldron to two thirds with this blood."

The next moment a green fluid appeared inside his cauldron. He glanced at this sticky blood before sighing, "the garden really did a great job purifying this filth."

He then cut his hand and let his blood be mixed with the Golam's blood. He stirred up his energy inside the dantian, and thus his blood contained pure spiritual energy.

"Take blood samples of everyone now," he hurried to write this to Amelia in a bird's wing before adding, "observe and make sure to take note of those you took their blood."

"Ding! And what?"

"Bring them to me one batch at a time," he said before adding, "the best gear everyone would use would be a glove." He then turned towards the mold and started playing with it. He created a hundred pair of glove spaces inside his big mold before adding, "it's ready."

"Ding! Bring the blood now?"

"No, just wait," Arthur then went towards the ore vein. This vein was kinda special, as it was so pure and had the gains of his garden. "This should be enough," he said to himself before turning into a dragon and started hitting the vein with his sword using his dragon energy.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sword was ruined after a couple of hits where its sharp edge turned blunt, filled with many gaps and indentations. Yet Arthur didn't stop as he kept hitting the vein until he broke enough of it into smaller pieces.

Arthur already planned to make himself the best sword he could craft with his current powers.

He went towards the oven and started heating it up before saying, "bring me those ores in batches."

The system worked as his aider, bringing pieces of ores he cut before to be melted inside the oven. He then worked on the melted ore and hit it constantly with his hammer until it became purified as possible.

"Time to add the final touch," he muttered.

"Will you put the blood inside the mix?" the golden dragon asked.

"Nah," he shook his head before going towards the concentrated blood mix of his and Golam's blood and added, "I'll add some of here towards the melted ore, and add each person's blood in the molds."

He took a metal spoon where he took a sample of the blood from the cauldron and went back to spill it over the melted ore before returning it again inside the fire.

"Hammer it again?" the golden dragon asked.

"No, it was hammered enough," Arthur shook his head before adding, "drop each person's blood over one pair of the gloves. Make sure you won't mix them up."

"Ding! Don't worry, I can do this."

Arthur waited until all the glove holes in the mold were covered with fresh red blood, then he took the melted ore with a cover of his and Golam's blood and filled the mold carefully.

"Why not use the purified Golam's blood?" the golden dragon asked.