The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Chapter 2149 – Alchemy (5)

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The most important thing in alchemy was to master the metal smelting flames. Ordinary flames could not extract the soul in the metal. Only a special fire could create a mechanical creature that had vitality.

In the Radiance Continent, although there were many forgemen, all the metals they used to create things were basically dead metals. Only the metals that truly possessed souls could achieve the profound meaning of alchemy.

The reason why the Azure Dragon Clan could become the number one forging family in the Radiance Continent was because of the blue flame they passed down from generation to generation. It was said that this blue flame of the Azure Dragon Clan was taken out by the founder from the depths of a distant ice pool. This kind of fire was not afraid of water; it could burn continuously in the cold ice pool and never extinguish.

The Hundred-Year Divine Weapon of the Azure Dragon Clan was formed from the tempering of this blue flame. It could be said that, after the battle between gods and devils, the Hundred-Year Divine Weapon was the closest thing to a sacred tool.

There was a fundamental difference between forging and alchemy. The best forgemen could only push out a little bit of the soul of the metal and could not form an inherent thinking ability. For example, even a sword that had drunk seas of blood, though it had formed a great tacit understanding with its master, it was absolutely impossible for it to speak like Momo One and Momo Two!!!

As forgemen were to forge, alchemists were to create.

From scratch, they could create a new life.

Alchemists were more concerned with the souls within than the metals themselves.

Shen Yanxiao was completely speechless after scrapping hundreds of pieces of black iron.

All her operations were in accordance with the procedures recorded in the alchemy books, but she had no idea what had gone wrong. Whenever she extracted the souls from the black iron with fire, the soul in the black iron would disappear suddenly without a trace. This was clearly a mistake in controlling the fire, because the burning lasted too long, leading to the dissipation of the soul.

But she didn’t make any mistakes in the procedure, did she?

Shen Yanxiao was depressed. In the past, no matter what she studied, she would always casually grasp it with her fingers. She really didn’t expect to have a big fall in alchemy. After working all day and night, she didn’t even produce a semi-finished product!!!

This tragic fact deeply hit Shen Yanxiao’s self-confidence.

Even if she continued, Shen Yanxiao was not confident that she would succeed. She simply sat cross-legged on the ground and put a small smelting furnace and a piece of black iron in front of her.

"Where on earth is the problem?" Shen Yanxiao crossed her hands around her chest and frowned tightly.

The fire Momo An provided her was the most commonly used smelting fire by dwarf alchemists, and it was weaker than the blue flame of the Azure Dragon Clan. Although it was impossible to create an intact soul, there was nothing wrong with smelting out a little soul.

This was what Momo An and Momo Ke used.

But why did things suddenly go wrong when it was in her own hands?

Shen Yanxiao could be sure that there must be something wrong with the fire. Otherwise, the soul in the black iron would not disappear so quickly, right at the end each time.

Shen Yanxiao wanted to try using another type of fire, so she found Momo Ke and asked.

However, Momo Ke told her that the Momo people only had this one kind of smelting fire.

At this moment, Shen Yanxiao really wanted to cry but lacked tears.

Ordinary flame could not smelt out the soul in metal, and the Momo people could not take out other kinds of fire; Shen Yanxiao had no choice but to stop her alchemy experiment.

"Where can I get another type of fire?" Shen Yanxiao was quite distressed.