PDLP Chapter 67 Fiery Archer
Chapter 67 Fiery Archer
His divine sense, like the most precise instrument, enveloped the crimson copper plate, while his other hand remained as steady as a rock.
The blade tip fell, slicing across the hard metal surface.
There was no harsh friction sound, only an extremely faint rustling sound, like silkworms eating mulberry leaves.
Each engraving is precisely placed in its designated position, with uniform depth, forming a mysterious and indescribable array of runes.
Sometimes, a wolf-hair brush is needed to apply special spiritual lacquer of different properties to guide the carving knife to complete a specific energy loop, protect the path, and make the energy transmission more stable.
The fiery fury of the bursting runes, the sharp precision of the penetrating runes, and the meticulous control required to skillfully connect them into a spiral array... every step is mentally taxing.
Sweat silently slid down his forehead, but he was completely unaware of it.
Three hours passed quietly as the knife tip moved with focused concentration.
When the last complex wind-locking array rune was perfectly completed on the specially made wind spirit stone pupil component, Yang Changsheng finally let out a long breath, his eyes showing a hint of fatigue, but more so a sense of satisfaction in completing the core component.
Next comes meticulous grinding and polishing to ensure that every energy node is unobstructed.
Then comes the tedious but crucial assembly.
He joined the polished red-fire copper breastplate with the tough ironwood torso using mortise and tenon joints, and then applied a special strengthening glue.
Next came the installation of the limbs, with the joints filled with flexible chalcedony to ensure flexibility.
The assembly of the composite arrow box is particularly complicated. The two materials, red copper and cold jade, have conflicting properties. They need to be carefully spliced together in the shape of a yin-yang fish using yin-yang glue. There cannot be even a gap, otherwise the energy transmission of the arrow channel will be disordered.
Yang Changsheng held his breath, his movements as slow and gentle as embroidery, applying, gluing, and pressing the product layer by layer to shape it.
When the last piece, a dark red spirit wood shoulder guard covered with golden patterns, was fitted into place, the complete outline of the puppet was finally revealed.
This is a humanoid puppet about seven feet tall, with smooth and powerful lines. Fine golden energy patterns flow across its dark red body, like golden threads flowing in magma.
On either side of its head are two eyes inlaid with wind spirit stones, emitting a faint blue glow.
On his back he carried a uniquely shaped two-tone arrow box, where the boundaries between explosiveness and sharpness were perfectly blended by the yin-yang glue.
Most striking is its spine, with seven tiny holes meticulously arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, from which a faint heat emanates.
"call……"
Yang Changsheng exhaled again, his eyes gleaming, all fatigue gone, replaced by intense anticipation.
He filled the puppet with several low-grade spirit stones, stretched out his palm, and with a surge of magical power, touched the refining node reserved between the puppet's eyebrows.
At the same time, a surge of powerful divine consciousness erupted, imprinting its own spiritual mark.
The control array at the core of the puppet was activated instantly. Its dark red body trembled slightly, and the golden patterns on its surface suddenly lit up before slowly receding. A faint spiritual fluctuation was closely connected to Yang Changsheng's mind.
"It's done!" Yang Changsheng thought to himself.
hum!
The Wind Spirit Stone in the Fiery Archer Puppet's eyes lit up, and it turned its head slightly, walking into the courtyard and locking onto a thick ironwood stake used for testing in a corner.
It smoothly removed the composite bow from its back, the bow arm also made of red fire copper and cold jade, and the bowstring was made of tough fire dragon sinew.
An arrow, crafted entirely from refined iron and inlaid with tiny explosive runes at its tail, was silently nocked onto the bowstring.
The bow is drawn to its fullest extent not by manual operation, but by the combined action of internal mechanisms and spiritual power.
Yang Changsheng focused his divine sense and gave the order: Fire all three arrows at once! A rain of fire and meteors!
The seven Big Dipper-shaped vents on the back of the Fiery Archer instantly spewed forth blazing crimson spiritual flames, and the powerful recoil caused the heavy puppet to lurch backward slightly.
At the same time, the bowstring vibrated repeatedly!
call out!call out!call out!
Three crimson streaks of light shot out from the bow almost simultaneously, the arrows piercing the air with a sharp whistling sound.
During flight, the runes on the arrow were activated, and a violent burst of fiery spiritual energy enveloped the arrow.
Even more terrifying, the three arrows seemed to resonate with some mysterious force, their fiery spiritual energy intertwining, expanding, and splitting together!
"boom……"
In the blink of an eye, the three arrows transformed into a scorching rain of fire covering an area of about ten feet, striking the ironwood stakes like meteors falling from the sky.
A deafening explosion rang out, and the ironwood stake, as hard as refined iron, was instantly engulfed by crimson flames and a violent shockwave.
A blinding red light, accompanied by scorching heat waves, swept through the small courtyard, causing several green bamboos to sway incessantly.
If Yang Changsheng hadn't been prepared and activated the protective array light barrier of the courtyard in advance, half of the courtyard would probably have been blown up.
The firelight faded, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and dust.
All that remained was a charred, deep pit. The ironwood stake, which required a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator to use a magic weapon and exert all their strength to split, had long since turned into fragments burning with dark red embers, and the pit walls were a charred, glassy black.
"Power... truly extraordinary!" Yang Changsheng's eyes blazed with intense light.
The explosive power of this fire rain meteor was definitely at the level of a full-force attack from a peak Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator!
What's even more remarkable is the accompanying burning effect, like a leech clinging to a bone, and its powerful penetrating force. The exploding runes tear through the defenses, while the penetrating runes penetrate deep and cause further destruction.
Such attacks are enough to pose a substantial threat to cultivators at the sixth or even seventh level of Qi Refining.
He stretched out his hand with satisfaction, making a gesture from a distance.
From the ashes of the deep pit, three arrows, somewhat twisted and deformed but still intact with dim runes, burst from the ground and flew back into his hand.
"The main body is undamaged, recycling is feasible, so we've saved some money."
Yang Changsheng weighed the arrow in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips, as he quickly calculated the costs and benefits in his mind.
Controlling this puppet can be done by consuming one's divine sense, much like controlling a magical artifact, but the burden is considerable.
If one were to use magical power to condense into threads for precise guidance, it would greatly save mental energy and would not occupy any additional precious slots for controlling magical artifacts.
With his spiritual strength at the fifth level of Qi Refining, while fully controlling the Flowing Fire Archer, he could still manage to control at least two mid-grade magic weapons.
"As long as I continue to hone my skills, the crafting speed will be even faster. In that case, my earning speed of spirit stones shouldn't be too much slower than that of a mid-grade alchemist, right?"
Yang Changsheng stroked the cold metal arm of the Flowing Fire Archer, feeling the surging firepower contained within it, a satisfied smile on his face.
He walked to the gate and pushed it open a crack.
The air, unique to the southwest area of the market, is filled with a mixture of the smell of cooking fires and a faint dampness.
A few short shouts could be faintly heard in the distance, seemingly the Lu family law enforcement team on patrol checking suspicious persons again.
Occasionally, Lu family cultivators riding flying magical artifacts would rush across the sky, mostly heading towards the market and trade center, as well as the core area of Biyue Lake.
Although the atmosphere of war has not broken out on a large scale, it is like the thin fog that never dissipates over this water area, weighing heavily on the hearts of every cultivator.
Yang Changsheng's gaze was calm as he closed the window, shutting out the noise and prying eyes from the outside world.
He turned back to the workshop and carefully put the Fire Archer, which had cost him a great deal of effort and precious materials, into his storage bag.