Soul Immortal

The Making Of The Hand Cannon

This was a blacksmith shop. Although there was no sign indicating a smithy, this was the only blacksmith shop among dozens of small tribes around. Moreover, this was also the origin of the name of the Ironwood tribe.

From a distance, he saw Fei and the three people rushing over happily.

"We meet you well, Uncle Mammoth." Shuang said with a slight bow.

"Greetings, Uncle Mammoth." Hong also greeted the blacksmith.

"Hello uncle," Fei nodded at the strong middle-aged man in front of the door as they met. "You've been busy so early."

Obviously, such a mighty name "Mammoth" was not in total harmony with the averagely built man at the door. But Mammoth was a very famous among dozens of nearby tribes, because he was the only blacksmith nearby.

No one knew what his original name was, but everyone used to call him the blacksmith. Later, everyone gradually discovered that this blacksmith was not only talkative, but also bragging about his past deeds. Whenever they met him, he could talk to people about how powerful he was, all day long. When he was young, he once killed an adult mammoth beast alone.

Since a person had to be a cultivator of level six or seven to deal with an adult mammoth demon soldier, they found it hard to believe him. This average looking blacksmith didn't look like a spiritual master with a deep cultivation base.

Men from many tribes wanted to learn one or two skills, but the blacksmith always found reasons to push them away. Slowly, everyone became aware of the blacksmith's bragging problems and regarded him as a laughing stock. That was how the Mammoth's nickname was formed.

The trio had rarely visited the smithy before. Not because it was not only dirty and hot, but it also had serious noise pollution.

Fei only came over to let Uncle Mammoth do the crafting when he needed something special.

At this time, he handed over the designed drawings to the hands of Mammoth, and kept gesticulating some details. Mammoth nodded unceasingly, and occasionally showed a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Since Fei first asked Mammoth to make items, he had been impressed with the boy. Now, these things Fei painted, surprised Mammoth a lot. Unexpectedly, Fei, who was only a few years old, was so enchanting. How did his little head think of these strange things?

After Fei finished the description, he said. "That's it, uncle. Can you make it according to my requirements?"

After all, hand cannons were delicate things, and in modern society they had to rely on some technological means to make them. Therefore, in an era when there were only simple refining techniques such as hammers and iron shears, Fei did not hold out for much hope.

The drawing was of only a primitive cannon. However, if they could be made, it would also play a great role in the hunting and safety of the tribesmen when hunting.

Mammoth stared at the drawing while thinking about the structure in the drawing, then nodded and said, "Well, it's about the same as what I have in mind. I can make a twist to it too. I have enough bronze metal to make many dozens. Don't worry, I'll make two for you. Come and get them tomorrow."

After listening to the man, Fei immediately said happily. "Thank you, uncle. We'll come over tomorrow morning. Please, don't mind the trouble uncle."

After saying goodbye to Mammoth, the three of them left happily.

Not far away, Fei suddenly heard the voice of Taoist Mo. "Fei, the man just now is not an ordinary blacksmith. He's a spiritual master with a good cultivation base."

When Fei heard this, he was shocked and asked silently in his heart. "Master, are you awake? Seeing that your practice time is getting shorter and shorter, is your divine consciousness almost restored?"

Taoist Mo nodded and said: "Well, I didn't expect that the speed of divine consciousness restoration will be fast. It's actually faster than I thought. If this continues, probably before you are ten years old, my divine consciousness will be restored to its original state."

"That's great, master."

"Hmm. Yes." The Taoist Mo suddenly turned around and continued: "Where was I? Yes, the blacksmith just now was not a simple human. Before I discovered that there was a wave of spiritual power flashing from his body, I used my divine sense to probe him. It turns out that this person is an amethyst spiritualist. Most of his attributes should be of the gold element, and his cultivation base has reached at least level seven."

"Level seven?"

"At the least, yes. The hand cannon you want him to make may be difficult for ordinary blacksmiths, but for him, it is too pediatric. Judging from his metallic spiritual power, even if he is asked to make advanced guns, it can be done."

"Gold Element spiritist?" Fei's mind churned quickly. Metal spiritists had strong control over metal elements. If Mammoth had reached the stage of a seventh-level spiritist, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to make an advanced gun. Nonetheless, Fei prefered the ancient hand cannon made from bronze metal. In the hands of a powerful smith, it could become a Dragon Cannon.

After pondering for a while, Fei couldn't help saying: "In addition to my mother, there is another spiritualist in the clan. I will have to pay more attention to him in the future."

"Well, you're right." After a while, Taoist Mo seemed to think of something, and he couldn't help but reminded Fei of his cultivation's progress "Fei, your spiritual power seems to have improved a lot recently, and some slight spiritual power fluctuations around you may occur when you practice. You'll need to increase it later when you practice. Beware, your abilities are too enchanting. If discovered by others, it may cause unnecessary trouble, or even have you killed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, the disciple is very aware, master." Fei replied respectfully.

"Good." Taoist Mo nodded, and said with boundless expectations: "With your current innate spiritual power, you can already condense a good spirit crystal. But you should not worry, try to cultivate until you are eight years old and then condense. You can definitely be unparalleled in the world."

"Master, rest assured, your disciples will work harder to cultivate better." Fei had read many xianxia novels in his previous life. He deeply understood that, in addition to the extraordinary ability of talented evildoers, the crisis caused was also endlessly powerful. So, he had to be powerful and able to defend himself and others.

He just didn't know, what kind of crisis will this enchanting existence cause? What kind of crisis will be hidden on this peaceful sacred spirit continent? Fei felt infinitely at a loss.

"Fei, I'm about to start practicing as I have to accumulate energy and grow in strength. You must keep this in your heart." After saying this, the Taoist Mo went straight into solitary solitude.

Fei nodded grimly and decided that no matter what the future difficulties might be, he must first improve his cultivation level. He couldn't help making up his mind secretly.