Chapter 95: A Pill Refined by a Blacksmith... Can It Be Considered a Serious Pill?
Mu Yun and his team rushed joyfully back toward Wutan City, carrying the Dual-Blade Feather Sheath Wings and the Feather Sheath flying technique.
"Brothers! We bet on the right person!" Mu Yun said excitedly on the way, his teammates grinning ear to ear in agreement.
They didn't think they could hide the truth from the Blacksmith Guild, but even if the Guild found out what really happened, they likely wouldn't make a fuss. More importantly, they had now established a relationship with a blacksmith genius who might one day reach Xuan Tier!
Compared to the meager reward the Guild had promised them, Mu Yun and his squad had already hit the jackpot!
"Come on, let's deliver the Dual-Blade Wings to the Miteer Chamber and then focus on training Feather Sheath!"
With high spirits, Mu Yun led the team back to Wutan. Though the wings were precious, it was clear that Jiang Lin himself was the real treasure. They'd never be stupid enough to steal the wings and disappear.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lin, riding on Ying Jiang, was heading toward Myriad Medicine Hall in Qingshan Town. Along the way, he examined the Thunder Rhino materials Mu Yun had delivered. The leather was top-quality, and they'd even included the rare Thunder Rhino horn and tendons. This would save him the trouble of gathering materials to replicate a Tier-Three Mystic Qi Umbrella, capable of deflecting long-range Dou Techniques.
"The one the Xiao Clan picked up probably has some backstory. It might even be a copy of a copy. Over time, the inheritance was lost and all that remained was junk," Jiang Lin murmured after a quick inspection, then accelerated toward Qingshan Town.
Perhaps the Xiao Clan had once had a blacksmith ancestor who used that inheritance to craft a Mystic Qi Umbrella. But over the years, the artifact decayed and was forgotten, left to rot in storage. Jiang Lin had discovered it while helping the Xiao Clan inventory their supplies. He noticed traces of 'Qi' flow in the umbrella's inscriptions.
Curious, he brought it back to study and eventually managed a rough restoration. It seemed to deflect Dou Qi attacks quite well—enough to unsettle him. So he quickly returned the restored Tier-One umbrella to the Xiao Clan under a flimsy excuse.
The umbrella was the prototype of a true magical artifact. Jiang Lin didn't want to touch anything with too much karmic baggage. If he needed one, he'd just make a better version himself.
"When I finish crafting my Tier-Three Mystic Qi Umbrella, I'll soar into the sky with that thing floating over my head. Total immunity to all methods and calamities! At this rate, I'm starting to feel like I don't belong in this world anymore…"
With Ying Jiang's speed, Jiang Lin soon reached Qingshan Town and sighed at the thought of his tragically chaotic household.
At Myriad Medicine Hall, Jiang Lin jumped down from Ying Jiang. In the backyard, both Old Yao and Xiao Yi Xian looked up at him.
He dismissed the others and took Xiao Yi Xian's hand, noticing the pale white at the ends of her hair. He spoke gently but firmly: "Sister Xian'er, listen... I found an alchemist. He told me your body is special—it carries a unique constitution. You have to stop messing around..."
"Huh?" Xiao Yi Xian stiffened as Jiang Lin suddenly grabbed her hand. A hint of pink crept up her ears. But when she heard his words, her expression cooled, and she feigned ignorance. "What are you talking about, Linzi?"
At that moment, Old Yao walked over and paused slightly upon seeing her discolored hair. With a soft sigh, he said, "Lin'er is right. Until we find a way to cure your body, Xian'er, you have to learn restraint."
Jiang Lin looked back in surprise. Damn, what else does this old man know?
Seeing Jiang Lin's puzzled face, Old Yao shook his head. "I don't know what her constitution is. But I remember the day I found her."
When Xiao Yi Xian heard that, her expression turned quiet.
Old Yao had found her in a lifeless village shrouded in poison mist. Not a single living thing remained—except her. Even back then, he had a faint idea that her body might be unusual. But he didn't say anything, not wanting her to be feared or ostracized.
Whenever her poison body showed signs of losing control, he would plan to leave Qingshan Town and return to the Izumo Empire to search for a solution.
Until then, Old Yao just wanted her to have a peaceful childhood. Once they returned to the empire, there'd be no more easy days.
He had never planned to tell anyone—not even Jiang Lin. But somehow, Jiang Lin had found out anyway, leaving Old Yao no choice.
Old Yao was helpless—but Jiang Lin was even more so.
Goddammit, how was he supposed to play the game when both the old and the young in his house were ticking time bombs?
"Feeling the pressure now?" Old Yao even found time to joke.
Jiang Lin scratched his head, glared at the old man, and then turned to the still-silent Xiao Yi Xian. Life sure was beautiful.
"Don't worry. I met someone who said there's a way to cure it. For now, just try to control it. If we can delay a flare-up for a day, then do it."
Old Yao said, "That person must be a high-ranking alchemist."
"You again? How'd you guess?" Jiang Lin glared. Old Yao just smiled and shrugged. "Once you reach Dou Wang or Dou Huang, I'll give you a letter. It'll explain everything."
Defeating the Amethyst Winged Lion King wasn't the real goal. The letter left by Jiang Lin's mother could only be opened once he reached Dou Huang—it was the qualification to learn the truth.
"It's fine. I'll go find that person again when the time's right and ask what to do." Jiang Lin patted Xiao Yi Xian's head like a child, earning him an indignant glare that told him to knock it off.
"Stay strong. Old Yao, make sure you supervise her. And you, Sister Xian'er, try to hold it in. I'm heading to Jia Ma Holy City to check the Blacksmith Guild—see if there's a forging method that can help."
Jiang Lin didn't want to place all his hopes on a mysterious ring grandpa. That was a bit unreliable. He'd rather go do his own research.
After all, who said forging was useless? That ancient blacksmith Dan Qi Zi once said: "A blacksmith who can't refine pills isn't a good blacksmith!"
...Granted, that's assuming "pills" meant the same thing to him.
But why… why did Jiang Lin get the feeling Dan Qi Zi's version of "pills" might not be entirely proper?
(END CHAPTER)
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