Chapter 47

In the pavilion, the few people inside began to speak about Shen Lang, their words filled with great dissatisfaction.

Although Shen Moran trusted her younger brother, this matter was indeed quite shocking, and she was uncertain, her brows furrowed even tighter...

In her view, it was possible that Shen Lang, unable to cultivate martial arts, had secretly turned to the path of alchemy.

However, repairing a third-grade spirit weapon was something only a third-grade spirit alchemy master could accomplish.

The dean of the Alchemy Institute at Tayan Academy, Mo Liusheng, was merely a fourth-grade spirit alchemy master.

And how old was Shen Lang?

Trust was one thing, but it had to be reasonable.

Shen Moran was unsure, let alone the others.

However, Su Jin was different; she only believed in what she saw, in her own judgment and conjectures... although she was a bit uneasy.

"From the very beginning, this young man's eyes gave off a very special feeling, as if nothing could stump him, so composed, so calm..."

"Even when Yin Kuang was raging, his eyes remained so calm, calm to the point of being a bit scary. And when he destroyed the spirit array on Yin Kuang's Fiery God Spear, the technique was absolutely not something I could be fooled by. Such quick, skilled, and even beautiful movements are definitely not something an amateur could pull off!"

Seeing the distrustful looks of the others, Shen Lang smiled and shook his head, not bothering to explain. He took out a furnace from his storage ring and said, "Since you want to repair your spirit weapons, you should have brought the corresponding materials, right? Hand them over to me. Also, give me some spirit stones; I need to set up an array... Come on, it's so late, aren't you all hungry? Don't you want to go eat?"

"Oh, oh, we have, we have... We all brought some materials..." Su Jin was the first to react.

There was no doubt about it; even carrying a furnace, who would do such a thing if they weren't an alchemy master?

Su Jin nudged the dazed Yin Kuang with her elbow and gave him a look, and the others finally came to their senses, reluctantly taking out their materials.

Only Shen Moran, with a slightly red face, remained still.

Seeing this, Shen Lang felt a pang of pain in his heart. He knew without asking that his sister had no materials.

At home, she had always been frugal, giving her spirit stones to Shen Lang, never believing he was a useless person who couldn't cultivate. At Jialan Academy, it was the same; she saved wherever she could, earning money through various means to support the family...

"Big sister, give me your spirit weapon, I'll repair it for you first. I have some materials, enough to do it." Without waiting for her to respond, he took the long sword from Shen Moran's hand.

Shen Lang wanted to tell her that he would never lack money again, but he didn't know how to say it.

In fact, in this world, alchemy masters and alchemists were never poor. They were sought after and courted by various forces, and it was impossible for them to lack spirit stones.

Not to mention someone like Shen Lang.

He had planned to make some powerful mystic weapons and some elixirs to earn money, but he hadn't had the chance to implement it yet.

That day, he casually made a bottle of Giant Elixir, and Uncle Zhou said it would cost at least a million gold coins, which is equivalent to a thousand low-grade spirit stones, a significant amount in Tianfeng City.

Small families and various taverns, after a year of hard work, could earn about 500,000 to 600,000 gold coins, which was considered quite good.

Holding the long sword, Shen Lang infused it with a surge of spiritual energy, and a water-blue light burst forth, but it disappeared instantly.

This was a first-grade spirit weapon, two grades lower than the third-grade spirit weapons the others had.

Shen Lang poured out the materials from his storage ring, startling Shen Moran and the others.

Although these materials were not particularly rare, the quantity was indeed quite large...

Shen Lang frowned, looking at the materials, feeling a bit frustrated.

Using just these materials to successfully repair his sister's first-grade spirit weapon wasn't a problem, but his true goal was not to repair the sword but to reforge it, directly upgrading it to a mystic weapon.

However, these materials did not meet the standards for a mystic weapon. Without good materials, even with a good spirit array, it would be useless.

That day in the Alchemy Institute, he could upgrade Mo Liusheng's spirit weapon to a mystic weapon because Mo Liusheng's materials were already very rare, barely enough to make a mystic weapon.

But now, without good materials, even if he knew more advanced spirit arrays, he could only sigh in frustration.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Su Jin saw him staring at Shen Moran's long sword and couldn't help but ask.

Shen Lang's eyes lifted, and his gaze fell on the materials in the others' hands, his eyes lighting up!

"Right, the materials these guys have are not bad. Look at what Yin Kuang has, it's actually Deep Sea Mystic Iron! If I use their materials and combine them with secret techniques, it's enough to forge a mystic weapon!"

After making up his mind, Shen Lang smiled and said to Su Jin and the others, "I'm really sorry, but I might not be able to repair your spirit weapons today..."

"Damn! Are you playing with us!" Yin Kuang, who had been half-believing and half-doubting, suddenly exploded in anger, unable to hold back any longer. He reached out a large hand directly toward Shen Lang's collar!

"Yin Kuang, don't be rash!" Su Jin cried out in alarm, but it was too late. Yin Kuang's large hand was already at Shen Lang's chest, about to grab him.

At this moment, Shen Lang's right hand shot out, and two fingers stabbed into the center of Yin Kuang's palm. A flash of lightning passed, and dozens of lightning bolts immediately spread from Yin Kuang's right hand to his entire body, locking him in place.

The careless Yin Kuang felt a powerful thunder force instantly surge into his body, numbing his entire arm!

Before he could react, Shen Lang pulled him off balance and then lightly slapped his right shoulder, sending his body spinning to the ground. He then gently pushed...

Yin Kuang, still numb and not yet reacting, was thrown into the air and, in a very graceful posture, "plop," fell into the lake again!

"..." Everyone was stunned.

What was going on? A fifth-level Qi Martial Realm Yin Kuang was so easily thrown into the lake?

And by this Shen Lang, who was supposedly a waste?

Even if Yin Kuang had underestimated him, it shouldn't have been this tragic?

This made things worse...

Su Jin throwing him into the water was because they had a special relationship, having played together since childhood, and Yin Kuang wouldn't mind much.

But Yin Kuang was already very dissatisfied with Shen Lang, and now being thrown into the lake in front of so many people...

"Ah, I don't know why, but usually, people beg alchemy masters to help them. Now, I'm begging you to let me repair your spirit weapons, and you still criticize me. What kind of world is this? Forget it, I'm not in the mood. I'll repair my sister's spirit weapon first. When it's done, you won't need to ask me anymore." Shen Lang sighed.

He took out a few spirit stones and set up the array, then said, "I'll borrow your materials to help my sister reforge her spirit weapon into a mystic weapon. Just stand there and watch to see if I have the ability. Talking more is pointless."

"Mystic weapon? Reforge a first-grade spirit weapon into a mystic weapon?" Everyone was in a state of shock.

Originally, it was already shocking enough for Shen Lang to say he could repair spirit weapons at his age and status. How could he now talk about such a huge leap to a mystic weapon?

This kid was really trying to scare them to death!

At this moment, Shen Lang was focused on refining a mystic weapon for his sister and no longer cared about anything else.

He activated the array and began to smelt various materials. Each step was flawless, each spell precise and brilliant, each technique natural to the extreme, like an artist creating his masterpiece.

The blazing fire from the array illuminated everyone's faces, and they watched with hearts full of emotion.

No one spoke, not even Yin Kuang, who had just climbed out of the water, furious and ready to hit someone, was stunned, forgetting what he was about to do.

Although these people were not alchemy masters, they had all learned the basics of alchemy at Jialan Academy and could see the subtleties.

"If Shen Lang really knows how to refine mystic weapons... Oh my God, it's a good thing I've always supported him and have the best relationship with Moran..." Su Jin's face showed a hint of joy.

Shui Buyu's face showed a look of relief: "Damn, it seems that showing off has its benefits. Because of showing off, I talked less and avoided saying too much. Because I paid attention to my demeanor in front of Moran, I didn't have time to curse Shen Lang. Otherwise, all my thoughts would have been said out loud, and how would Moran see me? Would she be willing to repair my spirit weapon? No, no, who said to repair the spirit weapon? I also want to upgrade my life-bound spirit weapon by one or two grades... Hahaha!"

Zeng Zuimo and Lin Yue's faces fell; they had said the most about criticizing Shen Lang.

Now their feelings were very complex. On one hand, they hoped Shen Lang wouldn't know how to refine mystic weapons, but on the other hand, they hoped he could...

But looking at Shen Lang's current appearance, it seemed more likely that he could refine a mystic weapon...

Offending such an alchemy master was not a good idea.

Not to mention that he might be unwilling to repair their spirit weapons, but in the future, he would probably... After all, such a level of alchemy master would be fiercely sought after by various major forces!

Even at Jialan Academy, he would be a prominent figure!

"This step requires the use of elixir fire. I wonder if any of you are willing to use your elixir fire to help me refine the weapon?" Shen Lang said, his hands moving continuously, elegant and composed.

"Little brother, let me do it. I have the highest cultivation here..." Shui Buyu said, but before he could finish, a gust of wind came from behind, and he felt his collar being grabbed. A powerful force sent him flying into the lake!

It was Yin Kuang, hiding behind, who had thrown him out...

Poor Shui Buyu, who claimed to have the highest cultivation, wanted to show his support for his sister's brother in front of Shen Moran, but before he could act, he was attacked.

"Yin Kuang! I will never forgive you!" Shui Buyu was furious, striking the water and flying up.

It was no wonder he was so angry. Because of Yin Kuang, he had fallen into the water twice, which was extremely embarrassing and shameful.

And it was right in front of Moran!

Before, facing the freak Chu Qingcheng was already a huge pressure, and now falling into the water twice in the same place was unbearable!

"This... This... I'll do it, Brother Lang. Whatever you say, I'll do! Water or fire, I'll go through it all! Climbing a mountain of knives and diving into a sea of oil, I won't even frown!" Yin Kuang ignored Shui Buyu and said to Shen Lang with a thick face.

This guy was quite smart; seeing the situation, he quickly changed his attitude. If someone didn't know better, they might think it wasn't him who was pushed into the water by Shen Lang!

Shen Lang frowned slightly and said, "Your cultivation path is too yang and domineering, unsuitable for refining water-type mystic weapons... Diving into a sea of oil is unnecessary, but going into the water is fine. You go into the water first, and I'll be grateful if you don't interfere."

Yin Kuang was stunned...

In Jialan Academy, there were few who dared to speak to him like this!

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