C100 alternative casting (2/2)

”Of course you can. The reason I asked you to come here today was to let you learn.”

The broken sword indicated for domestic servant to revive him, but unexpectedly, he was rejected by Chang Jing.

”Grandfather, I want to try my own way. ”You just have to bring me the ore.”

Then, under the shocked eyes of the Broken Sword and domestic servant, Chang Jing chanted the small fireball's incantation.

”Highest Fire Spirit, use the power of your servants that you have bestowed upon you, small fireball!”

A modified ”small” fireball slowly rose from Chang Jing's left palm. Because Chang Jing had gathered a large amount of her magic, the color of the flames became dim.

The ore was quickly melted and purified at high temperature — it was a purity that even the broken sword could not reach.

The broken sword had already begun to get used to its grandson who was always out of his expectations, so it didn't say anything. Although he had heard from others that the Young Master used something called ”magic” to cure the Old Mistress's illness and had a good fight with the arrogant and despotic Young Master Li Gute, he had always thought that the rumours were unintentional and were exaggerated. Who knew that what he had seen today was even more profound than what they had heard, and was truly unimaginable. If news of this spread out, it would be strange for people to believe it!

”Grandfather, is there a sword mold here? I can't control it with my mind. ”

”Yes, Young Master!” domestic servant quickly ran towards another room.

The Molds here were specially prepared for beginners, and this morning, the domestic servant took the Molds out from the warehouse under Jian Hun's instructions — It had been a long time since a beginner came to the casting chamber.

In a short while, domestic servant was back with the mold. Chang Jing controlled a ball of molten metal and put it in. As she placed the molten metal into the mold, he also sneakily added a large amount of fire attribute Magic Elements and water attributed Magic Elements into the slowly cooling molten metal. This was the enlightenment she got from the broken sword just now — — Put the spiritual object into the sword, and the sword would become alive.

Although no one told Chang Jing that Magic Elements had a spiritual nature, Chang Jing had recently clearly felt the movements of the Magic Elements around him. Especially the feeling she had during the day, made Chang Jing feel that all the Magic Elements were like playful children.

The molten metal followed the mold's shape from high to low, and soon filled up the entire mold. From liquid to solid, from bright red to dark red, the ”molten iron” in the mold gradually turned into the appearance of a completely silvery white sword. Chang Jing activated the glacial blade's improved magic once again, causing the ice to become extremely small, so small that many ice crystals gathering together looked like water to the naked eye. He suddenly shot this ball of ”water” towards the sword that was cooling down. The moment ”water” came into contact with the sword, a strong golden light radiated from the sword, and the entire casting chamber was covered in red light! The three of them had temporarily lost their vision due to the intense light. They could only see darkness. As the three anxiously waited, their vision was finally restored. A simple and unadorned sword was presented in front of them. Its body was no longer silvery-white like water, but instead, on a silvery-white foundation, it 'cracked' a thin, long red 'slit. A red line slashed straight from the center of the sword to the hilt of the sword, and two-thirds of the way to the center was a ball of flame, it looked like it was burning from afar.

”What method is this?” The domestic servant asked in surprise. In his mind, he had never thought that smithing could work in such a way.

Chang Jing looked at the sword that was cracking and sighed, then said: ”As expected, it's not working, so grandpa, you should also throw it into the Sword Tomb.”

”Why did you lose him?” The broken sword grinned as it grabbed the sword and held it before his eyes to carefully examine it.

”Father said that the most important thing for a good sword is for its color to be pure, but it …” Chang Jing was a little embarrassed to continue, he scratched his head and said, ”I think we should just throw it away, I'll try again next time.”

”No,” said the broken sword firmly, ”this is the most special and most promising sword I have ever seen!”