Ricky was almost reeling from shock after hearing what Grace said.
What a joke! A pile of scrap metal was not even worth a thousand copper coins, and here she was
charging him a thousand silver coins. What kind of master was she?
But, he agreed anyway.
Besides, he had never paid off the silver coins he owed her. So he was going to do the same.
After Ricky left, Grace continued to brief Heather on their cultivation method practice. Neither of them
were concerned about Ricky's casting thing.
Neither believed in the slightest that Ricky could cast, not even the lowest level of ordinary weapons.
They both just chalked it up as another one of Ricky's fantasies.
In Grace's abandoned weapons arsenal, Ricky selected several delicate irons, bronzes and polished
stones and put them into the yard.
These, he planned to exchange for a big tripod he would use for the casting.
After going to a place where he couldn't be seen, Ricky took the beasts he had hunted in the snow
mountains out of the Devourer Zone and then went to the Snow Kitchen Hall to sell it for silver coins.
This time, Ricky exchanged ten beasts at the peak grade of Skin Refinement for a hundred golden
coins, which was equivalent to ten thousand silver coins. This made him very excited. It was the first
time in his life that he saw so much money in front of him.
In the outer Snow Sect, there stood a Weapons Hall where a variety of weapons were sold. The Snow
Sect disciples were free to buy any top grade weapons of the Mortal Level of their choosing - as long
as they could afford it.
Strictly speaking, only the powerful warriors of the Bone Reinforcement were qualified to use them.
The Weapons Hall and the Cultivation Method Hall were all extremely lively. Outer disciples and inner
disciples streamed in and out, chattering, bickering, transacting.
Ricky's arrival drew the attention of many disciples, even inner ones.
There were four floors in the Weapons Hall. The first floor sold the most common weapons, the second
floor had inferior weapons of the Mortal Level, the third floor offered middle level weapons of the Mortal
Level, and the fourth one showcased superior weapons of the Mortal Level.
Even if he had ten thousand silver coins' worth, Ricky could barely afford the weapons of the second
level.
Ricky ascended the staircase to the second floor. Since he decided to try his hand at casting, he
needed to find a large, sturdy tripod. Otherwise he would be muddling through his own work.
Among the Snow Sect, many disciples purchased to casting weapons, even if they were not eligible to
use them.
That was why there were so many tripods for sale in the second floor.
Soon, Ricky found a big bronze tripod which met his standards. After practicing the Chaos Manual, he
had shown discernment in weapons. This was a common ability of all those who practiced casting. It
gave him hope.
Ricky bought the bronze tripod, which cost him three thousand and five hundred silver coins.
"What did he buy a tripod for? Isn't he specialized in skills for the broadsword?" The disciples on the
second floor were murmuring at Ricky's purchase.
"Is he going to try to do casting!?
No way, he doesn't even have a spiritual meridian!" "No matter how incredible he is at combat, it's still
impossible for him to do casting!" The disciples said loudly and sarcastically and didn't worry that he
could hear them.
"Yes, does he really think that killing Dustin makes him a genius? Any one of our inner disciples could
have killed him with their little finger..."
It was obvious that these disciples belonged to either the Refinement or Casting Faction.
Ricky ignored them all and picked up a sledge hammer as well. He left, carrying his purchases back to
the courtyard.
"A big hammer, big tripod. He really is planning to do casting!" many disciples said, feeling surprised
and incredulous.
Their recognition of Ricky's achievements of the martial arts did not mean that they would recognize
that he was qualified to do casting. Of course, this was because they all still thought that he had no
spiritual meridian.
Soon, a very funny joke spread all over the Snow Sect: A disciple with no spiritual meridian wanted to
learn casting! Hilarious!
...
In their courtyard, Ricky set up the big tripod, lit the flame, and stirred the flame with spiritual energy.
On the big tripod, he began melting the fine iron and bronze.
At the same time, Ricky added some fuel from the Devouring Zone to the flame, stoking it even hotter.
Although he didn't know how powerful the Devouring Fire would be, he knew its force would be
unusual, which could speed up the melting of fine iron and bronze.
Four hours later, the fine iron and bronze finally began to boil.
Then, Ricky shaped the molten metal into a broadsword with his spiritual energy, using the frosty power
emitted by Freezing Palm to cool it down.
After the molten metal had solidified, it was finally time to cast.
Casting a successful weapon stage was affected by three factors. First, the level of the manual, which
corresponded to what level of weapon a man could cast the best;
Second, one's insight into the Manual - for instance, a man knowing nothing about a God-level manual
could only cast a worthless hunk of metal;
Last, the casting materials. After all, only the best materials could cast truly legendary weapons.
What Ricky had to use now was only fine iron and bronze. The weapon he would cast could only be in
the inferior stage of the Mortal Level, at best.
However, it was exactly what he wanted. It would be enough, even for him to barely be counted as a
caster.
Ricky placed the solidified iron broadsword model on the grinding stone, and began to strike it with the
sledgehammer to eliminate the impurities. "Clang! Clang!" The more impurities were removed, the
higher the final level of the broadsword.
It was definitely not a series of random, floundering hits. Instead, they were executed as according to
the Manual, and supplemented by spiritual energy.
Otherwise, the impurities would not be removed.
What Ricky used now was the Devouring Skill of the Chaos Manual.
Devouring Skill could devour impurities, which would aid the process greatly.
Moreover, Ricky fused his spiritual energy and the Devouring Fire together, quenching them in the
process. This further helped eliminate impurities, which was not surprising. After all, it was the power of
Devouring Fire.
To a degree, Ricky was practicing for something other than casting too in the process.
Casters could go into a trance-like state of concentration once they were accustomed to the rhythm of
striking the newly formed metal. It would be more conducive to them to understand the three
incomparable powers of Light, Intent and Soul Apperception.
Understanding the Light Apperception was one of the most pressing reasons that made Ricky decide to
do casting.
He hadn't fully realized the power of Light Apperception, until he fought with Dustin.
He needed to grow stronger, and the Light Apperception was indispensable for this goal.
Ricky's pace, which affected the hit track, slightly moved with every strike. It was a regular hit skill, and
also the Devouring Skill.
"Clang! Clang!"
Soon, the small courtyard resounded with the rhythm of this sound.
When casting, warriors could drown out the noise, instead focusing on the rhythm of the atmosphere.
Slowly, Ricky started to get into the beat of his work and this atmosphere.
Grace and Heather quietly emerged from the house, watching Ricky hitting the broadsword he had
forged. They were in shock.
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