Chapter 2270 – Superior Sacred Tools (1)

After a large wave of alchemists was thrown into the lotus pond, filling it to the brim, Shen Yanxiao could finally feel relaxed.

Gege Lu was so angry that smoke spouted through his seven orifices. He did not understand why these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds were so shameless and thick-skinned; were these still the cute dwarves in their guild?!

Shen Yanxiao got her own metal rod, the body of which was made of precious wood, selected by Gege Lu himself specifically for her. It was only as thick as a finger, and the entire upper part was made from abyss mithril.

Shen Yanxiao took out two of the remaining four metal rods and gave them to Gege Lu and Pipi Ka, expressing her grat.i.tude for their constant care, while she handed the other two over to Gege Lu to let him choose which alchemists to give them to.

With five metal rods and a lot of money from Shen Yanxiao, Puko's Alchemist Guild could be said to be in high spirits. All the alchemists were now devoting themselves to intense alchemy, praying to win glory for their guild at the upcoming convention.

Shen Yanxiao, with her metal rod, dived into the lab, completely forgetting some sad quack in the corner.

Looking at a row of rare metals, Shen Yanxiao slowly stroked the bracelet on her wrist. Sleeping in the multi element furnace, the fire elemental spirit felt the call of Shen Yanxiao and immediately ignited his own flames.

A blazing flame lit up in Shen Yanxiao's palm; with Shen Yanxiao and the divine tool acting as one, the first piece of rare metal was quenched on the flame.

The first, second, and third pieces… Shen Yanxiao constantly placed the rare metals needed to make the sacred tool in the flame to quench them. At this moment, her mind was highly focused.

When these pieces of rare metals were quenched, Shen Yanxiao began to fuse them.

They came together slowly; each step Shen Yanxiao took was very carefully done. Her previous failures occurred in this very process of integration; could she reverse the defeat this time?

When the fused metal converged into one, Shen Yanxiao clearly felt that several powerful spiritual forces were constantly colliding; she suddenly picked up the metal rod, held her breath and, at the peak of the chaos, gently pressed the rod against the fusing metal.

All of a sudden, all the chaos disappeared without a trace, the restless spiritual forces of the previous moment calm.

Shen Yanxiao's eyes flashed with excitement.

It was done!

Finally able to stabilize the spiritual forces of the fusing metals, Shen Yanxiao could finally begin the final step: shaping.

In order to make it easy to carry, Shen Yanxiao directly formed it into the shape of a ring, the size of which could be adjusted freely according to the thickness of the wearer's finger.

Looking at the silver ring on her finger, a smile rose from the corner of Shen Yanxiao's mouth. She bit the fingertip of her other hand and dropped a bit of blood into the sacred tool.

Bright light bloomed between her fingers, and a strong airflow swept the room.

Receiving the blood, the sacred tool had recognized its master!

Shen Yanxiao's mind was directly linked to the sacred tool, and she could clearly feel that the powerful spiritual force within was waiting for her call.

“It worked at last!” Shen Yanxiao shouted out uncontrollably. After such a vast amount of effort, she finally made the first superior sacred tool!