Chapter 4: Refined Work Method (2)

Every part of Luo Zheng's body was plastered with the small piece of gold foil.

The last piece of it shot straight into his brain. He felt as if a ma.s.sive hammer had hit him. His body began shaking violently. At the same time, the gold foil on his body began s.h.i.+ning brightly.

As the golden light gradually dimmed, several thousand small pieces of gold quietly disappeared into Luo Zheng's body. A few memories appeared out of nowhere in his mind--memories that were not his own.

"Supreme Refining Technique…"

"The number one refining technique since ancient times…"

"Use the physical body as the weapon; use the self as the spirit. Temper it thoroughly with thousands of hammers and cleanse the body…"

This was a refining method?

Although Luo Zheng was unknowledgeable in the way of forging artifacts, he artificers was a highly popular profession. Even with the Luo Clan's wealth, they would not be able to recruit even the lowest level artificers. The extent to which artificers were valued could be seen.

But using the body as a weapon… What did that mean?

Could it be… Was this refining technique to refine one's own body into a magic treasure?

This unbelievable deduction quickly became reality.

Luo Zheng suddenly realized his body beginning to heat up, like a cold with a high fever.

So hot!

If this went on, his entire body would be roasted.

In desperation, he rushed to a water tank at the end of the cellar.

Without thinking, he jumped into the water tank.

"Buzz…"

Steam rose from the water tank. After a while, all of the water in the tank evaporated due to his body heat. The entire cellar was filled with mist.

The amount of water did not lower Luo Zheng's body temperature. Instead, it became higher and higher. His skin emitted a dark red light like a piece of red-hot iron.

In the end, he did two laps and fell face-first into the foggy cellar.

An incredible change was happening his mind.

Suddenly, a colossal furnace appeared in his mind. The furnace was entirely black and blue. There were nine dragon sculptures drawn on the walls of the furnace.

Each dragon sculpture was of a different color: blue, black, white, purple… These dragon statues bared their fangs and brandished their claws, looking vivid and lifelike.

Eight of the dragons had their eyes closed; only the lowest dragon's eyes were open as it stared deeply at Luo Zheng.

That green dragon's gaze seemed to have settled for millions of years… Maybe even billions of years. It stared at him indifferently, giving him a sense of great power.

Suddenly, a huge furnace appeared in his mind. The furnace was entirely black and blue. There were nine dragon relief sculptures drawn on the walls of the furnace.

Thump!

Luo Zheng's soul trembled under the gaze of the dragon. Cracks soon appeared on his soul body. There were signs of it collapsing.

Just as Luo Zheng's soul was about to collapse, a dragon's roar came from the green dragon's mouth. Afterward, the giant furnace spun unceasingly. Strange flames began to ignite.

It was a black colored flame!

In this world, there was actually a flame of this color. It was as if it could burn everything under the heavens!

Luo Zheng did not have the time to be surprised as the huge furnace charged towards him as the raging black flames wrapped around his soul.

The pain of his soul being burned was not something an ordinary person could endure. However, Luo Zheng was currently in his soul state. He could not even faint if he wanted to. He could only grit his teeth and endure on.

"AHHH! Just let me die!"

At this moment, he wanted to die to release himself from the agonizing pain.

But even death was an extravagant home. He was in his soul state, so he was unable to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

Every time his soul could no longer hold on, it would break and disappear.

Suddenly, a rainbow light shot out from the furnace and immediately healed Luo Zheng's soul.

Just like this: Burn, break, repair, burn, break, repair… A never-ending continuous cycle.

He did not know how long this life and death pain would continue, but at last, it stopped.

"I've endured that long…" Luo Zheng heaved a long sigh. Thinking of the pain he had experienced, he felt a lingering fear in his heart. At the same time, he discovered his soul emitting a faint golden light.

After a long while, he snapped out of his trance and woke up.

In his mind, the giant furnace had long stopped its rotation. However, the black flames within the furnace did not extinguish. Instead, the fire had shrunk back together. It did not look that frightening anymore

Luo Zheng now understood that giant furnace had tempered his soul and body.

There were all sorts of strange techniques and methods used by refiners to refine weapons. Some refiners would kill to refine magical equipment and collect human blood for quenching. What's more, they seal a person's soul into a weapon, making it an evil weapon.

But this refining method was actually the refining of one's own body into a type of magical equipment. This method was utterly unheard of and simply too crazy….

After he calmed down, he realized that if this kind of thing happened to him, it would be a world of h.e.l.l.

Magic weapons were divided into five stages: Profound Artifacts, Spirit Artifacts, Immortal Artifacts, Saint Artifacts, Divine Artifacts, and Primordial Artifacts. Each stage was also divided into upper, middle, and lower ranks.

As for Luo Zheng's body, it had just been refined into a piece of magical equipment. But it was the lowest grade.

It was indeed bizarre to describe himself as a weapon. A wry smile soon formed on his face…

Looking out from the only vent in the cellar, dawn had set. Unknowingly, he had spent the entire night here.

Stranger, after a night of foregoing sleep, he did not feel the slightest bit tired. Instead, he was br.i.m.m.i.n.g with energy and was in high spirits.

At this moment, he had calmed down and was no longer as anxious as he was last night. The logic in the book was still the same. Could it be that only by stabilizing his mind would he be able to calm down?

He carefully cleaned up the ashes of the book and moved the water tank back to its original position. At this moment, the sound of a lock being unlocked came from the entrance of the cellar. It was time for him to be beaten again.