In the cavern, Wang Chong piled up another bunch of pine trees and started another flame.
Different from the one he made for quenching, the flame he created was significantly smaller this time around.
The temperature required for tempering was much lower than quenching, at around 150 degree Celsius. As such, a small flame would suffice.
“Alright, about time!”
Placing his hand above the flame and feeling that it had reached the ideal temperature, Wang Chong placed the quenched saber on top of the flame.
150 degree Celsius was an extremely low temperature, far insufficient to melt Wootz steel. All it was capable of doing was to turn it slightly red.
On top of that, the saber had been quenched, granting it astonishing resilience. Thus, the tempering process was destined to be a lengthy and tiresome one.
If it was in the past, Wang Chong would find it hard to complete the entire tempering process.
However, after reaching Origin Energy Tier 7 and having cultivated Might of the Barbaric God, Wang Chong strength had been boosted tremendously, granting him the power and endurance to finish his work himself.
Boom!
It sounded as though a bolt of lightning had struck the cavern. Swinging a metal hammer, Wang Chong struck heavily on the surface of the blade. The heavy platform trembled beneath Wang Chong’s massive strength, and some dust and debris fell from the ceiling.
Boom!
Once!
Twice!
Thrice!
…
With massive strength, the hammer in Wang Chong’s hands fell again and again. His full might was harnessed for every single strike of the hammer. He paid careful attention to every single movement he made, and he bore great expectations for the product.
The sound of Wang Chong’s hammering sounded ceaselessly in the cavern.
The process of tempering was much longer than quenching, and the tough property of the Wootz steel sword did little to help.
It took an entire day, from sunrise to noon, then on to sunset, until all of the pine trees that he had cut and collected had burned out, for Wang Chong to complete the tempering process.
Standing by the metal platform, sweat flowed down Wang Chong’s body profusely. By now, Wang Chong’s clothes were already completely soaked. In fact, even the ground in a three zhang radius around him was wet. For this saber, Wang Chong had truly put in all of his soul.
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However, Wang Chong felt satisfied and gladdened when he saw the newborn slender-blade thick-blunt saber in his hands.
“Even though I had to spend an entire day on it, it’s worth the effort!”
Wang Chong lifted the saber to take a closer look at it. This saber was elegant and beautiful, and there was an alluring pattern reminiscent of flowing water and floating clouds on it. At the same time, it emanated a cold and merciless aura!
This was a weapon crafted for murder!
However, under Wang Chong’s hands, it became a marvelous art piece as well!
Shua!
Lightly shaking the saber in his hands, the air in the cavern immediately shook, as though it had been cut into countless pieces.
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The Human Emperor (1-200)
FantasyNOT MINE. OFFLINE READING PURPOSE. Author:Huangfu Qi, 皇甫奇 Alternative names:Nhân Hoàng Kỷ, Ren Huang Ji, THE, The Records of the Human Emperor, 人皇纪 Source:StarveCleric Forcefully brought over from the modern world to an alternate world, Wang Chon...