Chapter 0454: Scarlet Flame Blade and Bone China

The dwarves' forging secret techniques clearly held immense value. This hammer technique, in particular, was undoubtedly of great importance and must have been a closely guarded secret. Simply observing it was useless. Without understanding its underlying principles, no matter how many times one watched or how perfectly one memorized each movement, it would all be in vain. The dwarven blacksmiths had refined this hammering method to the point of perfection, swinging their hammers with the ease of moving an arm.

Every craftsman had their own traditions. Just like the ancient Chinese techniques of forging weapons through hundreds and thousands of strikes—tempering the metal repeatedly to create top-tier divine weapons. Such artisans, if born in a cultivation era, would have been capable of forging not just worldly weapons, but transcendent blades able to tear the skies and slice through space.

Take, for example, the legendary master Ou Yezi. If he were to appear on the Eternal Continent, and if he survived long enough to embark on a path of cultivation, the weapons he could craft would be unimaginably exquisite.

Weapon forging was a broad category in itself.It encompassed many branches—some specialized in refining magical treasures using cultivator methods, some in smithing divine weapons using traditional blacksmithing, others focused on forging battle swords as swordsmiths.Those who dedicated themselves to one specialty often achieved astonishing results.

At the very least, the forging techniques of the dwarves were undeniably exceptional.

The weapons they produced could all reach the Yellow-grade, on par with magic artifacts.

"Unbelievable. This technique is truly magical. Using hammer strikes, they manage to blend the inner grain patterns of the materials, naturally forming runes in the process. These runes, embedded into the weapon, act as restrictions and channels for power. What's more, the blacksmith can precisely control the rune formation just through hammering. And since the runes form naturally from the material's internal patterns, they become one with the weapon—perfectly integrated and tremendously potent."

Yi Tianxing's eyes narrowed as he observed, uncovering another layer of the dwarves' forging secrets.

They didn't inscribe runes or formations after forging. Instead, they manipulated the materials during the forging process—using the hammer to gradually shape the grain into runes. The result was a perfect integration.

It was a truly marvelous technique.

If the dwarves could be fully integrated into Xuanhuang City, the entire city would gain access to a premier class of blacksmiths.

The benefits would be immeasurable.

The finest divine weapons and magical artifacts were still best crafted by the hands of expert artisans.

Clang! Clang!

Under the rhythmic strikes of the hammer, the material quickly took shape. It formed into a massive, two-meter-long battle blade—wild and imposing in appearance. Runes flickered on the blade, forming fiery-red symbols that interwove and merged into the weapon's body.

Clang!

The final hammer strike landed, and the blade burst into a scarlet flame. The intense fire surged outward; even those standing outside the shop felt a sudden spike in temperature. A wave of heat hit them.

Fortunately, the flames lasted only a brief moment before vanishing into the blade. However, a faint scarlet glow still flickered across the surface.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this blade was forged from Scarlet Copper, mixed with Flame Tiger bones, and several other rare materials. It's called the Scarlet Flame Blade. Infused with true qi, it unleashes a blazing flame aura. The edge is extremely sharp—even a Tier 1 ferocious beast wouldn't be able to withstand its slash."

A dwarf held up the freshly-forged blade, calling out to the onlookers outside.

His voice rang like a gong—booming and loud.

"How much for the Scarlet Flame Blade?" someone in the crowd shouted, clearly impressed.

"Heh, not expensive. Since the shop just opened, we're offering a 50% discount. You can take it for 1,000 Eternal Coins. It's a Yellow-grade divine weapon," the dwarf replied with a grin.

"1,000 Eternal Coins? For a Yellow-grade divine weapon, that's not too bad," someone muttered.

Indeed, for a genuine, powerful divine weapon, this price was reasonable—not low, but certainly not high. Given the dwarves' crafting skills, it was more than fair.

However, 1,000 Eternal Coins was still a significant sum—not many could afford it.

"I'll take it! I've been doing bounty missions these past few months, saved up some coin, and I've been needing a solid weapon. This Scarlet Flame Blade suits me perfectly!" a burly man stepped forward.

He was a bounty hunter. After months of life-and-death battles, he had finally saved enough to afford a proper divine weapon. With the Scarlet Flame Blade, his combat strength would see a major boost—well worth the investment.

"Alright, the Scarlet Flame Blade belongs to this brother now!" the dwarf laughed heartily.

The transaction was swift and smooth.

The man gripped the blade and swung it a few times. Even without infusing true qi, streaks of scarlet light flashed with every movement, emitting fierce blade auras and a scorching heat. Those around him could feel the sheer power it contained. It was indeed extraordinary.

"Interesting… this Scarlet Flame Blade is even stronger than the Scorpio Blade. The Scorpio Blade is solid and sharp, and contains a mild scorpion venom. But the venom isn't too potent. This Scarlet Flame Blade, on the other hand, unleashes flame auras. Its base power is significantly higher. Also, though the Scorpio Blade was captured from the Scorpion People, we could only replicate its most basic version using the Universal Printer—it lacked the exceptional quality of handmade weapons."

Yi Tianxing nodded inwardly. Witnessing the entire forging process confirmed it: if he could recruit an entire dwarven tribe, it would be like gaining a battalion of master blacksmiths. Their value was immeasurable.

He gave a final glance at the Dwarves' Home before turning away.

The clean, well-paved streets of Xuanhuang City emitted no foul odors. Yi Tianxing had previously emphasized the importance of public hygiene, and the current results were promising.

Good sanitation not only benefited the people—it also enhanced outsiders' impressions of the city, improving its reputation. It subtly showcased the civilization of the human race.

Tailor shops, taverns, general stores, butcheries, vegetable vendors, shoemakers, teahouses, inns… In just three months, the variety of businesses had exploded. Some residents even possessed unique talents.

One man, for instance, was skilled in pottery.

After privatization, he immediately hired a team and built a kiln near the city. Through experimentation, he mixed clay with powdered bones of ferocious beasts and created a new kind of ceramic—Bone China.

The resulting porcelain was white as jade, the body resonant and crisp, and its surface glossy and smooth, even faintly glowing with a strange aura. The painted designs were lifelike and captivating.

This quality was thanks to the use of beast bones. Bone China was not only harder than regular porcelain, but also visually and structurally superior. As soon as it appeared, it became a citywide sensation.

The man behind it was Zhu Sanyan, also known as Old Zhu. He had inherited a family legacy of pottery making, and he loved the craft. Being clever, he compensated for poor clay quality by blending in beast bone powder—though it took many failures before success.

When the first batch was completed, he sent it straight to the City Lord's mansion.

Cai Yan loved the Bone China immediately. It was unlike anything she had seen before. But she didn't accept the gift freely—she insisted on paying for it with Eternal Coins. Zhu Sanyan tried to refuse, but under her firm stance, he had no choice but to accept.

He soon opened a pottery shop in the city, hiring more workers and producing more wares. The pricing was reasonable, and in no time, Bone China became a citywide hit. He earned a great deal of wealth and resources, and his cultivation soared as a result.

This wasn't an isolated case—many similar stories emerged throughout the city.

Xuanhuang City radiated a vitality rarely seen in times of chaos.

There were no expressions of despair—only hope for life and a yearning for the future. Here, people felt a genuine reason to keep living. They had expectations and dreams. This was the power of popular will.

Above the city, the air of destiny gathered.

It was a scene straight out of a flourishing golden age of human civilization.

"It seems Huang Chengyan and the others have done very well in my absence. The city is booming. Its prosperity may even rival the capitals of ancient times. The population must have exploded as well. If this continues, we'll have to redirect some of the people to nearby settlements. The faster we can forge the real Xuanhuang City, the better."

Yi Tianxing nodded quietly to himself, deeply satisfied with the transformation over the past three months. His desire to see the completed Xuanhuang City only grew stronger.