C143 The moment of boiling

"You'll know if you continue practicing!" Song Hetong smiled mysteriously, and took out a few pieces of black raw materials, throwing them into the crucible. Under Tang Ao's rising flames, they were quickly burnt red.

"Whew, whew, whew!"

Inside the thatched cottage, Tang Ao was sitting on the ground of a blast furnace that was as tall as a person.

The carbon stone in the furnace had long been burnt like the sun at noon. It flickered with an orange light and its tongue was straight up. The hot external flame would occasionally lick the bottom of the crucible.

Within the pot, several large pieces of black metal were slowly being burned until they turned red. The outermost layer was even showing signs of turning soft and liquid.

"Kid, not bad!" It seems like you really are made of blacksmithing materials for the Black Stone to be burnt like this so quickly. " Song Hetong's deep voice resonated in the thatched cottage, he extended his hand and grabbed a few more black stones and added them into the crucible.

"There are ten baskets of blackstone here, and the bow that refined the Shooting Sun God Bow was refined from these ten-sided blackstone. Only it can withstand the enormous power that instantly erupted from the Shooting Sun God Arrow."

"So, kid, you just have to slowly pull it. This thing can't be pulled all the way to the basket in just seven or eight hours."

"Pfft!" Tang Ao almost vomited a mouthful of blood. He had been dragged here to work for such a long time.

After listening to old man Song Hetong's praise, Tang Ao was more looking forward to learning the Shooting Sun Bow. He immediately tried to pull the bellows, hoping to melt the black stone quickly.

After over an hour, Tang Ao's arm gradually became numb, his muscles swelled, and he was in extreme pain. He couldn't help but ask, "How is it? Has it melted?"

"What's the rush? It was only half a basket of blackstones, and the blackstone in the pot hadn't melted yet? "Why? Do you feel that your arm is sore and can't use any strength anymore?" Song Hetong asked with a smile.

Tang Ao laughed bitterly, "If you were to say it like that, I would be able to fight back instantly. But if you pull me this slowly, I really will …" After brewing for a long time, Tang Ao was actually unable to say what that feeling felt like.

"Try to breathe in and out to follow the rhythm of your bellows. Pull it in and inhale, push it back and exhale." Song Hetong slowly guided Tang Ao.

"Pull it, suck it, push it back, breathe it out." Tang Ao chanted the incantation and did it a dozen times in a regular pattern. He could clearly feel a warm current rising from his dantian, which lingered around his body as it circulated.

"It's really possible! Is this the internal core power that was used? " As Tang Ao enjoyed the comfortable feeling from the circulation, he asked Song Hetong about the principle of the technique.

"You cultivators, especially the young, always think of defeating your opponent in battles, so you use your Essence without a care for your life." "Finally, my true essence is completely dried up. That sort of heart-wrenching pain is like I've experienced the eighteen levels of hell." Song Hetong lamented.

"Actually, as long as I act according to nature and do as I please, I can reduce the amount of waste of my Essence and maximize its utilization. This is also an experience I gained from forging for many years. "

"You can continue. I still have other things to teach you." Song Hetong poured the first basket of blackstones into the crucible, "Hurry, increase the intensity of the fire!"

With the order, Tang Ao followed the method of Professor Song Hetong's luck and pulled and pushed, breathing and inhaling. Tang Ao felt his body becoming hotter and hotter. With the addition of the heat from the furnace, his throat felt like it was burning, and smoke kept coming out of it. He was covered in sweat, and the beads of sweat formed a small stream that flowed down his body.

"Now, you can follow the rhythm of each breath to circulate your Essence. It's a simple experience. This basket is going to melt soon, so you have to be prepared.

When I say yes, remember the temperature in the crucible and the state of the flames. The next thing to do is to maintain that state until the Black Gold Coin of the Moon is extracted. " Song Hetong stared at the changes in the crucible with rapt attention as he explained the main points of the refinement to Tang Ao.

"Yes sir!" Tang Ao thought, and from a big cave that was emitting a faint glow, he drew out two streams of Essence that looked like ribbons. They gathered on his arm to relieve his fatigue, and then prepared to carry a large burden for a while.

At the same time, the < [Heavenly Eye Technique] > emitted a golden light in both of his eyes. Everything in front of him was captured in his mind, and he could even clearly see the trajectory of the flames.

"Try to grasp it by feeling it. After that, circulating the < [Heavenly Eye Technique] > will give you a better experience. You will be able to clearly display all of those minute movements." Song Hetong instructed Tang Ao carefully by the side.

Tang Ao nodded, he closed his eyes and expanded his world of perception to its maximum as he tried to experience what it was like.

"Pata!" It was the sound of dripping sweat!

"Tssssssssss!" The flames from the blast furnace grilled the crucible.

"Hmm?" Flame? Yes, it was a flame, swinging back and forth to disturb the air, making a faint sound, scratching at the bottom of the crucible like fur.

Tang Ao revealed a happy smile. He had always been observing the world with his eyes before, but he never thought that he would be able to sense anything different from it.

Tang Ao could not stop himself from enjoying the taste. His whole body's senses were probing in an unrestrained manner as he thoroughly explored this small thatched cottage.

"Enough!" Enough! Hurry up, the blackstone has already melted. Song Hetong coughed and reminded Tang Ao.

At this moment, the blackstone in the wok had already melted and was stuck in the wok. Occasionally, a few small bubbles would pop up. It was clear that he had reached the moment Song Hetong had said he would roll.

At this moment, other than the crackling sounds of the raging flames in the furnace and the sounds of the bellows dragging back and forth, both of them were staring at the furnace with rapt attention. While Tang Ao was breathing, pushing and pulling, he was also constantly listening to Song Hetong's signals. The temperature and burning degree of the flames in the boiler were all depicted in his mind.

Song Hetong's white brows knitted tightly. Even though he was very old, he still had a spirit to stare at the crucible, and the number of bubbles became more and more dense, not leaving even for a moment.

Like a wolf on the prairie, he lay prone at the side, waiting for the fat sheep that was dying step by step. With every passing moment, their nerves would become more concentrated, just waiting for the moment to be released.

"Alright!"

With a sudden command, two beams of light flashed across Tang Ao's eyes. The speed of his arms being pulled rose and fell, both fast and slow; in his mind, the moment Song Hetong cheered, a picture of a burning charcoal appeared, and his senses recorded the temperature of that instant.

"Hold on! The Dark Moon Gold is separating!"

Tang Ao did not dare to be careless, he controlled the temperature of the boiler with all his might, and at the same time, brought his Essence to his arms to ease the aching sensation. Even so, Tang Ao's arms still couldn't help but tremble. It was obvious that he was reaching his limit.