Chapter 27: The Mysterious Hot Spring

  Blacksmith opens the iron tongs, letting the iron ingot jump in the air, he uses the iron tongs to grab another iron ingot and places it on the anvil, waiting for the jumping iron ingot to fall down, then strikes again with a heavy hammer.

  Two pieces of red-hot metal bounced back, wanting to break free, but were pressed together again by the iron hammer without mercy.

  His eyes widened in shock, this standard is completely different from the last iron forging standard! This time, not only do you have to hit the iron hammer's landing point, but also calculate the landing points of two iron ingots at the same time. It can even be said that at the moment of impact, you need to control the landing points of both iron ingots.

  Is... is this a training session? Qian Jin doubted whether he was watching a super warrior teaching himself how to practice killing combat.

  The iron hammer was raised, spun around in a circle above his head, and finally fell...

  The iron hammer was raised, spun around in a circle above his head, and finally fell...

  The iron hammer was raised, spun around in a circle above his head, and finally fell...

  Two pieces of iron ingot turned into one piece, and another piece turned into the head of a steel gun. The scorching heat rushed towards Qian Jing's cheek, and Blake picked it up and threw it into the water bucket like last time. The scorching metal and icy cold water let out a sharp cry as they met, and a misty white gas rose continuously.

  After doing everything, Blake gently put down the iron hammer in his hand, re-ignited the extinguished pipe, and pointed to the anvil not far away with the pipe in his hand, as well as the pig iron on the ground, completely in a commanding tone: "Learn to do it."

  "Wait." Blake glanced at Qian Jin and pointed to the backyard, saying: "Go take a bath."

  Take a bath? Dry and tired, the old blacksmith didn't know why he had such an idea, dragging his somewhat fatigued body towards the backyard.

  This day was almost without rest, last time was forging iron here, back to school was washing clothes, and twisting wrists, also went to forge iron and found a job, finally even fought with Zuo Lun Tian Ren, the body never got rest, and entered this [Infinite World] to forge iron again.

  Take off your clothes and fall into the hot spring with white mist, Gan Jing suddenly feels the warm current swirling around his whole body, the fatigue of his body is being impacted and decomposed by these warm currents bit by bit.

  "Comfortable!" Qian Jin closed his eyes and let out a moan, he had taken hot springs before, but never one as comfortable as this. The fatigue on his body was washed away by the warm water in just a short time.

  "Isn't it too amazing?"

  Qianjin lifted his arms with open palms, and the soreness in his muscles surprisingly disappeared completely in a short period of time. He lowered his head to look at the spring water around him, which had become somewhat murky for some reason.

  "Are you tired?" Blake's hoarse voice echoed in the front yard: "Not tired, come out to hammer iron."

  He jumped out of the hot spring, casually wiped his body, put on his clothes, and walked back to the front yard with a look of surprise, frequently turning his head to gaze at the magical hot spring.

  "...That's...," Blake broke the silence: "That's called Fatigue Hot Spring. You can use it for free three times, after which the water in the hot spring will turn green and lose its fatigue-relieving effect. To restore its effectiveness, you'll need to spend money buying medicine powder from the Mysterious Medicine and inject it into the hot spring."

  "Make money?" Gan Jing looked around outside the house door. In this small village, except for the store, there was not even a single person, where could he make money?

  "The endless world is very big." Blake tapped his pipe against the sole of his shoe, leaning against the wall: "You have three chances to get it for free, so make good use of them. Let's start..."

  Qian Jin saw Blake close his eyes and smoke, knowing that asking would not get anything out of him. His gaze fell back onto the furnace, where the raw iron had been burning fiercely red-hot for some time.

  "It's tough." Gan Jing took a deep breath, placed an iron ingot on the anvil, and with great force, he lifted a hammer of several hundred pounds high above his head, swung it in a circle, and slammed it down.

  Clang! Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of metal clashing broke the silence of this blacksmith's workshop once again.

  Blake's closed eyes, unknowingly opened a slit, the appreciative light jumping in his pupils, the corners of his lips involuntarily hooked up an appreciative smile, and his chin also nodded involuntarily.

  Qianjin could no longer see Blake's movements, his eyes only had these two pieces of red-hot iron, the large hammer in his hand fell down from time to time, striking him as if he were an enemy.

  Two iron ingots, that's not just a matter of doubling the number of hammer strikes, Gan Jing knew from the first strike that it would take twice as many.

  Monotonous, repetitive, and ear-piercing ironwork sounds occasionally echoed in the quiet smithy. Sweat dripped down his forehead, soaking through his clothes, and sometimes fell into his eyes, but he just subconsciously blinked and continued hammering at the anvil.

  Waving an iron hammer with his right hand, he was tired.

  The left hand continued to swing the iron hammer, tired.

  He swung his right hand with an iron hammer again and got tired.

  Left hand...

  "Your forging proficiency has increased, and your strength has risen slightly."

  "Your forging proficiency has increased, and your strength has risen slightly."

  "Your forging proficiency has increased, strength enhanced..."

  Last time one thousand down, Qian Jin fought all the way until dusk, this time three thousand down.

  The dry and strong fourth-level warrior's fighting spirit was used up completely, to the point of almost total exhaustion. The three thousand strikes were finally all completed.

  After the last strike, the ground immediately transmitted a dull thud of metal hitting the ground. The iron hammer in Qian Jin's hand slipped directly to the ground, and he no longer had the strength to hold that two or three hundred catty iron hammer. His body suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground, lying in a big character shape, panting heavily.

  A dry and aching feeling, this time it's not just the muscles on the right half of my body that are screaming in agony, but all the muscles in my entire body are wailing. Even opening my mouth to gasp for air feels like the muscles controlling my teeth are aching, I don't even have the strength to move a single finger.

  Blake opened his turbid eyes, rubbed the corners of his eyes, looked at the time in the sky again, and finally his gaze fell on Gan Jing's body: "Today's work is not bad, just right, there's still some time left. There's not much raw iron here, you go to the east outside the village, there's a mine pit there, dig some ore from inside."

  Blake didn't even give Qianjin a chance to object, placing an iron shovel beside him and grabbing two metal ore samples. "Take a good look, the greenish one is malachite, the dark grey one is iron ore. The dark red one over there is wind-fire copper, but you probably won't be able to dig it up. You can leave now."

  Yesterday and the day before yesterday's updates were not on time, some friends mentioned this issue in the book review section. In the future, I will pay attention to it and try to update around 9 am and 5 pm.