When the molten iron appeared, the man gently waved his left hand, and a bunch of various metal materials that had been prepared beforehand flew into the molten iron.
The man rapidly chanted some kind of incantation while his right hand lightly brushed across the molten iron. Visible silver specks of light fell into the molten iron.
The molten iron began to boil violently, and this phenomenon intensified as the luminous spots merged in. Seeing this, the man had no choice but to abandon his plan to continue.
It is clear that one of his attempts has failed.
This was the tenth time that the man, or rather Lu Xuan, had attempted to use Valyrian steel forging techniques to recreate that magical, anti-magic metal in this world.
Unfortunately, even though he combined experiences from various worlds in an attempt to bypass the barrier between the two worlds, he ultimately failed.
"Strange!" According to Lu Xuan's prediction, the technique should be completely flawless. Valyrian rune technology should be fully usable in this world. But for some reason, he just couldn't succeed at the last step.
However, Lu Xuan didn't dwell on such matters. He simply chuckled and left the room.
Strangely enough, the room, being a boiler and iron smelting facility, should have been incredibly hot. But as soon as you left the room, the scorching heat completely vanished, leaving only the sweet fragrance of the garden's flowers and plants.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Xuan remained undisturbed. He turned and walked to the opposite room. There, something resembling a pill furnace was boiling. Beneath the furnace, a flame was burning out of thin air.
Lu Xuan made several hand seals, seemingly performing some checks. Then he bent down and adjusted the flames beneath the alchemy furnace, making them slightly smaller.
Alchemy is a meticulous and precise craft, and although Lu Xuan has practiced it many times, he still needs to carefully control the refining of each batch of pills. Whether it's the heat, the properties of the ingredients, or the replenishment of spiritual energy, everything needs to be adjusted at any time.
It took Lu Xuan about half an hour to finish dealing with all the details of the pills before he left the room.
He walked out of the yard, around the vegetable garden, and came to the back of the yard. There was a small orchard there.
By this time, some apricots, plums, dates, walnuts, and other fruits and dried fruits had begun to ripen. He reached out and picked some fruit, putting them in his basket. Then he returned to the yard.
It was still early, so there was no rush to prepare dinner. He casually took a long knife from the shelf next to him and brandished it wildly in the yard.
There was no method to it; it was like someone who had never learned how to use a knife, waving it around haphazardly. A slash here, a cut there, like the unpredictable wind in the yard, doing whatever it pleased.
As the sun began to set, the little fox returned from who-knows-where. Lu Xuan couldn't help but smile when he saw it. This little thing, all it does is go out and have fun, and then come back for dinner on time.
He smiled, put down the knife, and went back to his room to make a simple dinner.
The little fox ate and drank to its heart's content, its belly round and full. This time, it didn't run out to play. It just lay lazily on the chair, unwilling to move.
Seeing this, Lu Xuan ignored it, and instead took out the fruit he had picked during the day, washed it, and put it in a plate. Then he carried the plate and a chair outside.
Lu Xuan laid down a chair by the stream and lazily lay back. He ate fresh fruit while looking up at the newly risen moon.
The little fox also ran over, but being so full, it didn't try to take the fruit from Lu Xuan. Instead, it nestled in Lu Xuan's arms, quietly keeping him company as they watched the moon.
Gradually, the moonlight fell from the sky like flowing water, enveloping the entire courtyard, including Lu Xuan and the little fox. The little fox let out a comfortable hum, its eyes becoming even more lively.
From afar, one could see a man and a fox, their bodies radiating a clear, moonlit glow, like immortals.
As the poem testifies:
The bright moon shines among the pines.
A clear spring flows over the rocks.
The stars and the wind are both silent.
I fear I startled the immortal's sleeve.
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Chapter 335 The Hunter
A sharp crack of the gavel drew the attention of everyone in the teahouse. It was a storyteller performing his tale.
"Speaking of the late Eastern Han Dynasty..."
"Shh..."
He had barely opened his mouth when he was booed by the tea drinkers below. One of them shouted.
"Come on, old man Yu. Stop bringing up your old, stale stories and embarrassing yourself. You've been telling them for over a decade, can't you come up with something new?"
"Yes, yes, yes, tell us something new." The other customers also started to cheer.
The storyteller surnamed Yu remained calm and composed upon hearing this.
"If you want to hear new stories, there are some, but..."
"Alright, alright, here's your reward. Now tell me your new story."
The man spoke again, casually tossing several large coins onto the storyteller's table. Following his lead, several other well-dressed tea drinkers also tossed in some coins.
"Speak well, and you'll get a good reward."
"Oh, thank you all for gracing me with your presence. Today, I'll tell you a different story. This story is called 'The Woodcutter Lu Encounters Danger in the Mountains and is Averted from Danger by an Immortal.'"
"Could it be that kid from Lu Family Village? I heard he was injured a few days ago. So there's more to this story?"
"That's natural, everyone. Please listen to my story. Let's talk about that woodcutter, Lu. One day, he went up the mountain to chop wood. He passed by a meadow when suddenly a foul stench hit him."
The woodcutter, experienced in the mountains, knew a wild beast was approaching. He hurriedly dropped his firewood and ran.
In the midst of the chaos, he felt a foul stench behind him, as if some enormous creature was chasing him. The woodcutter was so frightened that he lost his way and fell headfirst down a hillside, where he immediately lost consciousness.
"So he wasn't eaten by a wild beast?"