Battling Records of the Chosen One

34. A Storm Is Coming

In the courtyard, a pile of phosphatized wood was burning, on which a big iron cauldron was purring with white steam.

There were dozens of spiritual ingredients, some beasts' blood and flesh, as well as herbs, boiling in the cauldron.

Lin Xun was smelting some kind of spiritual ink instead of concocting pills as it looked like.

Normally, smelting spiritual inks required specially-forged "ink furnaces", some of which were engraved with spiritual tattoos inside, making them as precious as spiritual artifacts.

However, Lin Xun was unable to find an ink furnace in Feiyun, so he had to make it with the iron cauldron even though he could only get some ordinary spiritual ink out of such good spiritual ingredients.

The spiritual ink he was smelting now was called the "Red-fire Spiritual Ink".

The formula was quite common, but the effect of the Ink would differ a lot with different Ingredients.

Take one of the ingredients "Hydrangea" as example, three-leaf Hydrangea was commonly seen but of mediocre quality, and nine-leaf Hydrangea was rare but the best.

The spiritual ingredients Lin Xun used were only of average quality, not the best but good enough for his current needs.

In the meanwhile, Lin Xun was honing a dark purple bone on a grindstone.

The bone was half-feet long and as thick as a chopstick. It was a leg bone of a monster named "iron-beak pheasant".

It was valuable as it could be made into an inscribing pen, which was a key tool to inscribe spiritual tattoos. Its tip was as sharp as a knife, so it was also called as the Tattoo Knife.

The quality of an inscribing pen depended on the raw material it was made of. The better it was, the easier it could channel the spiritual energy of a Spiritual Tattooist.

Besides, a first-rate inscribing pen could aid the spiritual tattooist to accurately control the power of the spiritual ink and inscribe lines that could meet the requirements of the spiritual tattooist in terms of shade, thickness and camber.

After the dark grey inscribing pen left by Master Lu disappeared, Lin Xun had been in need of a good inscribing pen to practice.

Luckily, among all the dead monster bodies he found there was an "iron-beak pheasant". Its leg bone was good enough for him to make an inscribing pen.

The bone scraped on the grindstone repeatedly, making sparks fly. After a while, an inscribing pen was in its early form.

Around the courtyard, white monster skeletons piled up. More than 500 kilos of salted beast meat hanged on the wall of the cottage, like a meat mountain.

Beast skin, veins, flakes, claws and horns were classified and piled in sorts, which were in total worth a lot, as they could either be used to concoct pills or smelt spiritual inks or be traded for money.

All of these were the results of his hard-work in the past few days.

Shiao Tianren and the villagers had brought back even more. Only the monster carcasses they had given to Lin Xun were as many as 30. Beasts and wild animals had been much more than that, but of little use to him, so he had distributed them among other villagers.

Therefore, every villager in Feiyun, apart from Lin Xun, had been all busy preserving the meat from dawn to night in case it got rotted.

Until today did Lin Xun dissect all the carcasses to sort out the useful parts and throw away the useless ones.