Chapter 57: How Can Such Divine Weapons Exist?
Outside the window, the sky had already darkened, and the crescent moon shrouded in thin clouds looked as if it had been immersed in water.
The apartment was pitch dark, but it did not affect Lu Yibei’s vision after the urban legend transformation. She tore open the package and spread various materials on the coffee table, carefully confirming everything once again.
The vermilion was contained in a palm-sized glass bottle, its color vibrant.
The brand-new carving kn*fe for sculpting wood gleamed coldly.
The shopkeeper also cut the peach wood into credit card size, a small block about an inch thick according to her specifications.
For this, she had paid a full twenty dollars!
After checking for damage or missing items, Lu Yibei nodded in satisfaction, “Hmm, seems pretty good.”
The urban legends gathered behind her, examining and whispering amongst themselves.
It was like parents bringing home an interesting toy and the children being full of curiosity, hesitant to touch it.
“What is the witch lady going to do?”
“Alchemy, it must be alchemy. Did you see the vermilion? Isn’t that an alchemical material?” the Eye remarked, spitting softly, “Alchemy is indeed something rooted in the souls of witches! I think, she’s now refining alchemy with ore, and sooner or later, she’ll use humans!”
“Brother Eye, don’t think so badly. She can use urban legends too, like me…”
“Shut up!”
The urban legends were suddenly alarmed, all voicing their concerns together, interrupting the False Teeth.
Lu Yibei was a bit annoyed by the noise from the urban legends. Expressionless, she threw a few pieces of peach wood at them. They instantly fought over them like they had received a fascinating toy and then stealthily ran off.
Though the urban legends in the apartment often had some dark and bizarre thoughts, they didn’t retain much memory from their past lives, so their minds were still immature, just like children.
She shrugged off the emotional influence of Pharaoh and the others who fiercely wanted to stop her, patted her small face, and focused her spirit to start creating the Chuqing Chunfeng spell.
Recalling the formula for Liangyue, Lu Yibei picked up the carving kn*fe and a piece of peach wood, carving carefully according to the patterns in the formula.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the coffee table, humming a tune while carving the wood, her delicate little feet swayed to the rhythm.
Although the wood of the peach tree was quite hard, her skills in cooking and carving quickly helped her adapt to the feel of the wood, and her speed increased significantly.
Within half an hour, Lu Yibei had completed the inscription on the first piece of wood, which depicted symbols of the wind and the sun, along with some hieroglyphs that she didn’t know the meanings of, looking like peculiar little figures.
Putting down the carved wood, Lu Yibei took a short break, then stood up to fetch the purified water she had prepared earlier, mixing it with the vermilion in a small bowl.
Though the memory of Liangyue used a porcelain dish for this step, her experiences in Shihhekou Middle School had almost left her with psychological shadows, making her subconsciously resistant to using a dish.
Moreover, she might still be under the watchful eye of Zigu!
In a sense, she could be considered the ancestor of all plate mediums. If she used a dish to create this mysterious item, what if Zigu noticed?
Dipping a brush into the vermilion, Lu Yibei focused her gaze and began to paint according to the formula in her memory.
Unlike her culinary skills, she had no talent for painting at all—she was purely clumsy, and even Liangyue’s memories couldn’t help with that.
The formula stated that each inscription must be completed in one breath. Lu Yibei worried about making mistakes, so she painted with extra caution, extra slowly.
During this time, the urban legends in the apartment became quiet, lying on the sofa behind her, intently observing.
This step, which was clearly much simpler than carving, took Lu Yibei almost twice as long to complete.
When she finished the last stroke, she felt a nearly exhausted sensation mentally.
The talisman indeed possessed some mysterious power; Lu Yibei sensed her spirit draining quickly during its creation.
While waiting for the vermilion to dry and solidify, she tilted her head, staring at the half-finished talisman on the coffee table, her slender fingers twisting her long hair that fell over her temples, worrying about the next step.
Although she had been deliberately trying to cast aside the influences of Pharaoh and the others, the influence was still present, and she had a habit of playing with her hair when thinking, which was a small quirk of Yun Meng.
The next step was the final one in making the Chuqing Chunfeng spell. In Liangyue’s memories, she had failed at this step every single time.
“What does ‘using spirit energy to awaken it’ even mean? Does the ‘spirit’ here refer to spirit energy? But I can’t even control my own spirit energy…” Lu Yibei muttered quietly.
In Liangyue’s memories, she had tried many methods, such as exposing it to the sun, bathing under moonlight, heating it in a microwave for three minutes, and even running to a church for baptism.
That girl was probably also in a hurry, taking a talisman possibly derived from ancient texts of Z Country to find a priest to bless it—wasn’t that like ordering takeout with a delivery rider?
Was she not afraid the priest would turn into a paladin and kick her out?
Lu Yibei thought, shaking her head gently, refocusing her attention on the half-finished talisman.
“Even if the ‘spirit’ in the formula is spirit energy, I still can’t control it!” she said to herself, turning to look at the urban legends closely watching the talisman-making process.
“Does anyone here know how to control spirit energy? Come help me out!”
Instinctively, the urban legends exchanged glances. Although they could all control spirit energy, they felt that their witch lady’s request seemed suspicious, so…
They all teamed up to hold down the Eye and threw it over.
“d*mn! You traitors! I won’t let you go even as a ghost!” the Eye shouted, flying through the air in an arc.
Lu Yibei caught the flying Eye and said irritably, “Do you think you look any less like a ghost like this? Ordinary ghosts aren’t as scary as you! Come on, quickly cooperate and let out some spirit energy.”
“I won’t! I have my pride; I’d rather d*e standing than kneel!” the Eye said proudly.
“I see you won’t cry until you see the coffin! Since you won’t cooperate, then there’s only…” Lu Yibei said in a low voice, her fingers nimbly moving, which reminded one of something unsavory.
Seeing the wicked gleam in Lu Yibei’s eyes, the Eye suddenly panicked, “Wait, wait! It’s just a little spirit energy, I’ll give it to you!”
Lu Yibei, “……Why do I feel like I’m the one being persecuted here?”
“Hmph—!”
The Eye snorted coldly, squirming its round body closer to the half-finished talisman, controlling spirit energy to infuse it, and the next moment it screamed.
“Ahhh—! Quick, quick! It’s sucking me dry! Help, help, help!”
As spirit energy continuously flooded into the talisman, the engraved peach wood shook violently, green light swirled rapidly along the inscriptions, and those little figure-like inscriptions seemed to dance in the light, while the Eye’s body visibly shriveled.
“Wow!”
Seeing this, Lu Yibei exclaimed and rushed forward, expending great effort to separate the Eye from the talisman before it was completely drained.
The talisman, losing its source of spirit energy, flickered a few times in the darkness, then with a loud “bang!” split in half, its light dimming.
There was no time to check the damaged talisman.
Lu Yibei cradled the Eye in her hands, observing its deflated balloon-like appearance, and cautiously asked, “Are you… okay?”
The Eye weakly replied, “You… you’re sinister. If you want me to d*e, just say it; I really don’t have a drop left…” Before it could finish speaking, it lost consciousness.
Seeing this, Lu Yibei frowned and turned to the group of trembling urban legends in the corner.
The urban legends suddenly felt a terrifying pressure, like a large invisible net weaving around them.
False Teeth’s words had come true!
This horrifying woman jumped over the beginner stage and directly started alchemy using urban legends!
I am the fish meat, and they are the kn*fe; what should I do?!
However, the concerns of the urban legends were unnecessary. Lu Yibei simply said, “Take good care of it,” before heading upstairs.
The Eye’s experience reminded her of the remaining core of the urban legend she had left behind last time.
If the Eye’s spirit energy could work, then the spirit energy from the core of the urban legend surely could too.
After all, it couldn’t continue devouring recently, so it might as well be used; if left alone, it would stink.
Her neighbors had already knocked on her door, asking if she was boiling durian or frying poop. If this continued, it wouldn’t be long before someone reported her for hiding a corpse at home.
It was a perfect opportunity to use it well.
Thinking this, Lu Yibei rummaged through the storage room to find the remaining core of the urban legend and began a new round of production.
Other alchemists would be cursing over such extravagant behavior!
…
During the second production, Lu Yibei became much more skillful, taking only a little over ten minutes to carve an embryo. After a brief contemplation, she picked up half of the urban legend core and tried to cut it, only to freeze in place.
It wouldn’t cut!
The carving kn*fe, which could easily carve wood, left only a light scratch on the urban legend core.
What was going on? It had been so easy to cut open last time!
Wait, could it be…
While pondering, Lu Yibei suddenly remembered something, looking suspiciously toward the kitchen. After a moment, she got up and walked over, rummaging until she found the ancestral kitchen kn*fe.
Taking the kitchen kn*fe, she spread the package on the coffee table.
After hesitating for a bit, Lu Yibei drew out the long, thin mulberry kn*fe, aimed at the urban legend core, and slowly brought it down.
Without any obstruction, silently and seamlessly, the urban legend core was cut in half.
Lu Yibei lifted the mulberry kn*fe, staring at the cold gleam of the blade, her breathing growing rapid, and in a moment of excitement, she couldn’t help but let out a curse.
“F**k! How can this kn*fe… it’s impossible, impossible! How could such divine weapons exist?”
