Chapter 26: A Mixed Bag

  He lay down on the bed with a thud, and the endless world outside seemed to be pressing down on him like last time, his face was covered in darkness.

  Opening his eyes again, Gan Jing found himself standing on a deserted street, surrounded by low-rise residential buildings.

  The scenery here is the same as the endless world scenery last time, and the dryness can also be considered familiar. At the end of the street, there will be a blacksmith's shop where I learned to make second-level refined iron myself.

  "Last time I was so focused on learning blacksmithing that I didn't even bother to take a good look at what the other houses were for."

  He walked leisurely on the empty streets with his hands in his pockets, observing the signs of the houses.

  【Eurora's Mysterious Medicine Shop】, a black sign hung high above the front door of the house, Qian Jin curiously looked inside and found a middle-aged woman wearing a red apron, busy in front of a pile of glass test tubes, those test tubes emitting pungent green, blue, yellow and other colored **.

  "Mysterious medicine?" Qian Jin shrunk his neck, in his own world there were two kinds of medicinal practitioners. One kind was the highly esteemed pharmacists who could concoct medicines that supplemented physical strength, restored fighting spirit, and even recovered magical powers. It was also said that they could concoct some medicines that he completely didn't understand.

  Another is the mysterious medicine! People call this profession a mysterious pharmacist, which is a group of very mysterious people. Almost no one knows what kind of medicine they are actually making, and all that is known is that there are fewer of these mysterious pharmacists than dragons.

  Qianjin remembered a passage about the mysterious pharmacist that he had read at home, which recorded a phrase spoken by the mysterious pharmacist: "If there really are gods in this world! Then I will concoct a medicine that can make even a toad become a god if it drinks it!"

  Still remember the dry and powerful, the following comments recorded in the literature, many of which are evaluations by very famous strongmen in history: Madman! Madman! Madman! Madman!

  Uniformly negative comments, and from that time on, Qian Jing also had a subconscious aversion to the mysterious pharmacist profession. People who can say such words are indeed not normal people.

  Akarnash's Rune Shop

  Qianjin stealthily peeked through the door crack, and saw a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old, carving something on a strange metal piece. Her speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, she had carved out several strange flower patterns. Then, she sprinkled a pinch of strange stone powder at different positions, and those flower patterns immediately emitted different colorful glows.

  "Is this okay?" Gan Jing subconsciously shrunk his neck, the records in the literature about the carving speed of the symbol masters, that's a hundred times more difficult than any art master's carving, it seems like only a true symbol master can have that little girl's carving speed.

  Bang!

  A loud explosion occurred in the room, and Xiaotou fell to the ground with her butt up. The metal symbol that had been carved out had already exploded. Looking at Xiaotou who got up from the ground, her pink face was pitch black. She casually wiped the black soot on her cheek and thought seriously: "Oh! I think I added too much of the explosive magic core powder just now."

  A moment of silence, suppressing the urge to push open the door and enter the room.

  Runesmith! If you master this thing, even if it's just a rough understanding, wherever you go, people will look up to you. Even powerful warriors will treat you with respect.

  The Iron Forging Society can be used outside, but the runes may not work! Qianjin is working hard to restrain himself. Anything requires sufficient technique, just like the runes, which require a certain understanding of magic arrays and some knowledge of metals. It's better not to enter for now.

  Qian Jin walked on the quiet street of this quiet village, where there were surprising existences everywhere, not only with talismans, but also with inlaid craftsmen, and at the same time, there were tailors and so on.

  "This is..."

  Qianjin stopped in his tracks, looking at the room beside him, taking a deep breath into his lungs.

  Enraku Jikiden

  "Where is the place to learn Dou Qi?" Gan Jing blinked his eyes, didn't he come to Oakland for "Wind Cloud Dou Qi"? This endless world can casually hammer two irons and become a second-rate blacksmith, so what about the Dou Qi here?

  Qian Jin could no longer restrain himself, and his hands rose to push open the door.

  "Huh?"

  The door panel looked very thin, but when he pushed it with a bit of force, he found that the door didn't budge at all.

  "What's going on?" Qian Jin adjusted his breathing and used all his strength, but still couldn't push open the door.

  "I don't believe it!" Qianjin poured the fourth-level warrior's Dou Qi into his arms and pushed the door again...

  The pitch-black wooden door flashed a thread of light, which was not the light emitted by the door being pushed open, but several dazzling words shining on the door panel.

  Fighting spirit 4th level, insufficient ability to push open the door, primary opening condition requires fighting spirit 8th level.

  "Eight-level strength?" Qian Jin sneered: "Isn't that to say that only an eighth-level warrior can push open the door? It seems that even Teacher Rodriguez has come, he can only stand outside and cry."

  Qian Jin looked at the door that couldn't be pushed open, and his curiosity and doubt grew even more. This door required eighth-level Dou Qi to push it open, so what kind of Dou Qi was inside? This was truly a room that sparked endless imagination.

  Qian Jing once again returned to the front of the ironwork shop where he had learned to forge last time.

  Pushing open the old, worn-out door, Dryn walked into the ironworks that was a hundred times more desolate than Franlin's ironworks, which was already quite deserted. The scene of sparks flying everywhere and the furnace burning fiercely was nowhere to be seen here. Old blacksmith Blake was leaning against the anvil, puffing on his pipe, occasionally letting out one or two coughs, as if he was about to cough up his lungs.

  Blak saw the emergence of Gan Jing, his turbid eyes had a bit of life again. He slowly got up, patted the dust on his buttocks with both hands, walked to the iron anvil, picked up two pieces of raw iron and threw them into the furnace, ordering: "Light the fire."

  Kane had grown accustomed to the old blacksmith's temperament, his hands grasping the bellows and squeezing out a rhythmic push-pull. Blake used tongs to grasp the glowing red iron slab and place it on the anvil, grabbing a hammer with one hand and raising it above his head without immediately striking down. Instead, he whirled the hammer in a complete circle, gathering force as he did so before bringing it down with a mighty crash onto the glowing iron. The heavy hammer whooshed through the air, seeming to tear it apart, and struck the red-hot metal with a loud clang, sending up a shower of sparks that danced and scattered everywhere.