Full-time mage: starting from Mu Tingying’s divorce

Chapter 42, Magic Tools and Magic Weapons
"Before refining the weapon, you must first refine the embryo. Only after you have the prototype of the magic weapon can you continue to refine it, otherwise you may fall short in the end." Feng Huang said.

"The embryo? How to refine it?" Feng Yao asked.

"There are four steps in refining a weapon, and the embryo takes up three steps." Feng Huang explained carefully, and Feng Yao listened carefully.

"The three steps of the embryo are to refine the material, and then use powerful soul control to shape the material."

"After the shaping is successful, we come to the most important step, the soul fusion."

"Soul-melting, this is the most critical step in giving a magical tool a soul."

"The essence must be purified and then integrated into the created magic weapon."

"After refining the weapon embryo, you can further create the magic weapon you want."

When Feng Yao heard that there were so many steps involved in refining a weapon, Feng Yao suddenly felt a pain in his head.

Putting aside the complexity and difficulty of refining the weapon, with his current level of cultivation, I am afraid that he can only make the lowest level magic weapon.

"Master, let me show you something first."

After Feng Huang finished speaking, a piece of fine iron appeared in her hand. This piece of iron was somewhat similar to the star iron in front of Feng Yao, but there were still some differences in material.

Feng Yao stared at the changes in the iron block in Feng Huang's hand.

I saw Fenghuang releasing blazing flames from her hands, blooming like lotus flowers in her hands, and gradually lifting the palm-sized iron block!
The moment the flames in the fire lotus come into contact with the fine iron, the entire iron block beats in the flames like an elf.

In an instant, the star-silver iron block was melted into molten iron, and the molten iron was dragged by the fire lotus in Feng Huang's hand.

Then Fenghuang's entire soul shone brightly in the palace, and the white light enveloped the molten iron in the lotus.

The jumping molten iron began to take shape, and the molten iron quickly turned into a slender iron sword from beginning to end as if it was poured into a mold.

The whole process was completed in one go, without any delay.

The slender iron sword that was shaped was the embryo of the magic weapon, and it was refined as the embryo was completed.

The white light on Fenghuang's body has not disappeared. The milky white light is her soul power. The sword embryo is slowly taking shape under the mold of her soul, even the details of tempering are not spared.

Finally, a piece of fine iron was cast into a fine iron sword, and the whole process took less than one minute.

"This is a mortal-level fine iron sword. Because there is no essence power injected into the soul, it has nothing but its appearance."

"The difference between a magic weapon and a magic tool is the inner soul, so all the magic tools nowadays are just superficial and have no spirit." Feng Huang handed the iron sword in his hand to Feng Yao.

"Wow! It's still warm." Feng Yao held the straight iron sword in his hand and his eyes shone.

"So, magic weapons and magic tools are not the same thing at all?"

"It can also be understood that the current magic tools are tempered and forged by flames, and the soul of the tool is not involved at all." Feng Huang explained.

Feng Yao had always believed that weapon refining meant using instruments or tools to strike and forge, but he didn't expect that he was ignorant.

"Doesn't a mortal-level magic weapon require essence?" Feng Yao asked.

"Slave-level essence is needed, but the soul power of the slave-level essence is pitiful. It is better to directly inject soul power to make up for it." Fenghuang clapped his hands and said.

"The boss is the boss." Feng Yao smiled awkwardly.

I thought to myself, wouldn’t it be over if you just said that you don’t like slave-level spirits?Other people's soul power is not as strong as yours.
"As a weapon refiner, essences are consumables and you must collect more. However, you now have a commander-level essence, which is enough to refine some spirit-level magic weapons." Fenghuang said.

"Why can only the commander level refine the spirit level? Shouldn't the corresponding one be the soul level?" Feng Yao was a little confused.

"Is your soul stronger alive or after death?" Feng Huang asked.

"Of course alive." Feng Yao guessed some answers after hearing this.

"Essence is the condensed soul of the demon after death. It is much stronger than the soul of the remnant soul, but it is still not a complete soul. Therefore, if you want to refine a soul-level magic weapon, you need two commander-level essences." If you want to refine a heaven-level soul, don't you need two monarch-level souls?" Feng Yao asked.

You must know that the explosion rate of the essence is not 100%. Two monarch-level essences may have to kill dozens of people before one essence can be exploded. This is why the essence is cherished by people.

"Naturally, after the heaven-level magic weapon is formed, it will give birth to an independent consciousness, just like the dark dragon dagger in your hand. Its immortal soul can become the soul of the weapon for refining the magic weapon."

"But if you want to refine a magic weapon that surpasses the heaven level, you have to pass the test of heaven and earth. Only after it is recognized by this world can you refine a magic weapon that surpasses the heaven level."

"test?"

"That's the thunder calamity of heaven and earth." Fenghuang said.

"By the way, what level of magic weapon is the Dark Dragon Dagger?" Feng Yao asked.

"The Dark Dragon Dagger is made from an emperor-level remnant soul. In addition, its material comes from an emperor, so it can be regarded as the top-level magic weapon among heaven-level magic weapons."

"The characteristic of the Dark Dragon Dagger is that it can collect remnant souls, so it is a rare treasure." Feng Huang added.

"So, as long as I kill the demon with the Dark Dragon Dagger, I can get out the remaining soul?" Feng Yao thought about it, isn't this similar to Mo Fan's Azure Dragon Pendant.

Think about it, they are both emperors and members of the same race, what's wrong with the similar characteristics?
"Ah."

Feng Yao tried to wave this fine iron sword in his hand, and found that it contained an indescribable force. This indescribable feeling was very similar to Feng Phoenix's soul.

I don’t know if it’s because Fenghuang used the power of his soul to replace the slave-level essence.

"Teacher, I want to try weapon refining!" Feng Yao said with eyes shining.

As long as he mastered this kind of weapon refining technique, he felt that he would be able to restore the magic weapon he wanted to make in the future!
"Leave this piece of meteorite iron alone for now. At your current level, you are not yet able to melt it."

Feng Yao nodded. He was still self-aware. Is it okay to continue to train the strength of the soul with this piece of star iron? How about refining it?To him it was a fantasy.

Feng Huang flicked his sleeves, and several pieces of iron similar to the fine iron appeared in front of Feng Yao.

"Your Comet Yan should be able to refine these pieces of fine iron easily."

"Since you can't rely solely on your soul to refine weapons now, go try it out." Fenghuang said.

Feng Yao opened her eyes, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and it was already noon from morning.

He got up, washed briefly and went out.

Tang Yue's absence these days has made it a little less fun.

Feng Yao recalled the daily routine of the two teasing each other. Tang Yue seemed to have left Feng Yao's past behind, and felt a little less grudge against her now.
After lunch, Feng Yao came to an abandoned park not far from Tianlan Magic High School.

There are usually no people here, so it is an excellent place to practice nearby.

Feng Yao passed the corner of the alley and saw two people lying on the hillside in the park in the distance, with an electric wheelchair beside them.

Feng Yao instantly guessed who these two people were. I'm afraid no one would come to a place like this except some young lovers having fun.
Feng Yao saw that since there were people here, it was inconvenient for her to try refining weapons here, so she might as well find another place.

Then turned to leave.

At this time, Mo Fan seemed to notice Feng Yao's figure and watched Feng Yao's back disappear around the corner of the alley.

"Brother Mo Fan, what are you looking at?" Xinxia looked at Mo Fan in confusion as he stared in one direction.

"It's nothing, I must have seen it wrong." Mo Fan said.

I thought: Is it her?The figures are somewhat similar.

Who is she?Why should you help me? A series of questions emerged in Mo Fan's mind.

(End of this chapter)