Chapter 47: Whetstone Technique Maxed!

  Zhu Lisi was frozen in ice, but her thinking ability still existed. She stared wide-eyed and listened stupidly to Huang Quan's words, watching as he accomplished things with a raise of his hand.

  The water in the wooden tub is rolling, and the clothes are also tumbling with the rolling water, as if someone is washing clothes. Huang Quan himself, however, sits by the well, meditating! Really! After casting magic, she can still meditate?! Genius? No! The legendary super genius? This can probably only be done by a Bloodline Mage!

  Magic, especially for novice students of the Magic Academy, does not have the ability to release magic on their own. Even casting the simplest spell requires several people or dozens of people standing in a pre-made magic circle to achieve it. But this self-proclaimed Huang Quan, Bi Luo, can easily do it!

  "What's Huangquan? Isn't she called Bìluò?" Zhū Lǐsī stared blankly at the lost-in-thought Bìluò, endless fear creeping up her heart. What kind of woman was this? Why did she feel afraid when she saw her? It was as if she were facing a legendary monster.

  Contemplation... contemplation... contemplation... failed.

  With a dry and forceful stretch, his face still wore a disappointed expression. He grabbed the game headset that looked like a magic hat with one hand and put it directly on his head.

  Everything went black before my eyes, then everything lit up again, and I entered an endless world.

  After two times entering this 【Endless World】, Qian Jin had already gotten used to this way of entering.

  The village was still as quiet as ever, and Gan Jing didn't think much of it, directly walking towards the blacksmith's shop. In his mind, he began to think: If I come in twice, I can forge fifth-grade fine iron. I wonder if I'm considered a fifth-grade blacksmith now?

  "Excuse me, is it necessary to check the properties?"

  That voice which claimed to be the system spirit when he first entered the Endless World suddenly echoed in Qian Jin's ears once again.

  "What's wrong?" Gan Jing raised his head and looked around before casually responding, "It's fine."

  A light screen suddenly appeared in front of Qian Jin, with a bunch of strange numbers written on it. The most attractive one to Qian Jin was the blacksmith column: Blacksmith level 5, experience value three hundred and twenty-nine, still three experience values away from the next upgrade.

  What are the three experience values? Qianjin thought while calling out the detailed information of the blacksmith.

  Blacksmith level 5, Iron Forging level 5. Currently able to forge level 5 fine iron, forging weapon ability 'none', owns equipment blueprint 'zero'.

  "What's an equipment blueprint?" Qian Jin continued to look at the status attributes.

  Xīng Fēng: Level 0: Insufficient learning conditions

  Mining: Level 0: Insufficient learning conditions

  Repair: Level 0: Insufficient learning conditions

  Sharpening: Level 0: Learning conditions met

  "Does a blacksmith have so many skills?" Gan Jing walked with a puzzled expression: "I thought I was very strong, but after messing around for half a day, it seems that I'm actually quite poor."

  "Knowing your weakness means you still have a chance."

  By the fire of the iron forge, old Blacksmith Blake was leisurely puffing on his pipe, a smile-like expression appearing on his face full of wrinkles.

  "Go take a bath."

  Before Blake could finish his sentence, Qianjin had already rushed into the yard.

  After the last soak, Qian Jin really liked that feeling, as soon as his body entered the hot spring, the fatigue inside would be pulled out by the water of the hot spring, this strange medicine was too magical! In the future, he must learn how to make it.

  A brief soak in the bath, washing away the fatigue from her body, refreshed and rejuvenated, she returned to the courtyard.

  "Today..." Blake said thoughtfully, carrying his tobacco pouch: "What I'm going to teach you isn't blacksmithing."

  "Isn't it for blacksmithing?" Gan Jing looked at Blake's hammer with some surprise. What else would you learn in a blacksmith shop if not blacksmithing?

  "Hmm, learn something else." Blake picked up an unsharpened knife beside him and casually threw it on the whetstone, saying: "The basic skills of a fifth-level blacksmith can already be used to sharpen knives."

  "Sharpening a knife?" Gan Jing clicked his tongue twice, his eyes scanning the various weapons on the ground: "I've heard that even a first-rate blacksmith can forge weapons, how about..."

  "A first-rate blacksmith forging a weapon? Won't even walk before running? Idiot!" Blake tapped his tobacco pouch against the sole of his shoe: "Watch! I'll only do this once, whether you're an idiot or a mediocrity depends on yourself."

  The battle knife was placed on the whetstone and suddenly slipped, but the expected friction sound between metal and stone did not occur, and the iron shop was quiet without a single sound.

  Dryly astonished, he stared at Blake's hands holding the knife, back and forth on that black ordinary whetstone, just like a most skilled chef cutting radish into thin strips.

  Metallic luster fluttering, like dozens of snow-white butterflies, that never had a single fraction of the ear-piercing sound of sharpening knives, was even more than a hundred times better than the ear-piercing sound of sharpening knives.

  Qianjin's eyes widened again as he watched, previously only knowing that Blake's ironwork was an art form, but unexpectedly he could even grind a knife to be completely different from ordinary blacksmiths!

  Knife sharpening can be done like this? This kind of knife sharpening is no longer just knife sharpening! Art, absolute art!

  The small black whetstone, simply back and forth, yet has the flavor of dozens or hundreds of silver butterflies dancing.

  Blake's speed is both fast and stable, with every stroke of force being extremely even, while taking care of the sword's every thread. The back-and-forth drawing seems complicated, but it has a special frequency and regularity.

  Staring at that silent pull, I was completely stunned...

  "The player's efforts paid off, mastering the basic whetstone technique..."

  "The player's dry spell is over... his knife skills have leveled up..."

  "The player's dry spell is over... his knife skills have leveled up..."

  "Player..."

  "Player..."

  "The player's efforts paid off, mastering the beginner-level Washing Frenzy technique..."

  In less than an hour, Blake stopped sharpening the knife. The steel knife, which was originally very ordinary and could be bought for a few silver coins on the street, now emitted a cold light that seemed to belong only to precious swords. Just glancing at it made one feel as if the blade would cut through the air and slice open their body.

  An ordinary battle knife that's not ordinary at all, how can sharpening it achieve this level? Gan Jing was shocked to the point of being speechless. If this knife were to be thrown into a store in Franlin, it would definitely be treated as a treasured artifact and never sold, no matter how much gold was offered.

  "It's your turn."

  Blake casually tossed an axe, Gan Jing looked at the axe in his hand and wanted to ask the other party, why not throw a hammer over for me?

  "Let's start!"

  At the command, Qian Jin fell into contemplation, recalling every move Blake made while sharpening his knife, and his arms and body slowly began to move as well.

  Black puffed on his pipe, a spark of satisfaction dancing in his narrowed eyes.

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