Chapter 561: 561 pinches so painfully, so it’s not an illusion.
Hearing Zhao Sinin’s screams, Mu Hanyan stopped in her tracks. She too had noticed something unusual: her hand gestures could not only control the Cangxuan Cloud Silk at will but also, when she retracted it, it didn’t return to the box as before. Instead, a shallow gold embroidery pattern appeared below her collar, shaped like drifting clouds intertwined with flying gauze.
"It can’t be, just casually casting a few hand gestures and I’ve completely sealed the formidable power within the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, turning it into a real Divine Artifact?" Mu Hanyan was shocked beyond belief.
Although she wasn’t skilled in Alchemy, she had heard about it in her previous life and, after witnessing the magic of Zhao Sinin’s Alchemy Artifact, she specifically went back to read a few ancient books, thus gaining some understanding of Alchemy.
It is said that the marvel of Alchemy largely comes from the mysterious power contained within Meteorite Gold Ore from beyond the heavens.
If one can control this power just right during the refining process, they can create a powerful Artifact, but if controlled improperly, either a lot of effort and resources are wasted to create a useless item, or half-finished products like the Cangxuan Cloud Silk are produced.
Speaking of which, its defensive power was comparable to that of a Divine Artifact, but its usage requirements were too high, and its size was too large to carry around. It was not on the same level as a real Divine Artifact. The root cause was the failure to balance the power from the Meteorite Gold Ore.
Yet with a series of careless hand gestures she had earlier cast, she unexpectedly sealed that uncontrollable power. The Cangxuan Cloud Silk could now be easily controlled, and even its appearance had changed; she no longer needed to carry the heavy refined iron box everywhere.
What is called luck? This is called luck.
Mu Hanyan was genuinely worried that she might use up all her good fortune for a lifetime in one evening. Her luck tonight was too mystifying; she didn’t even understand how it happened, and it was an unprecedented occurrence.
"Thank you very much, Senior Pang, I’ll accept this Cangxuan Cloud Silk. Actually, it’s not as difficult as you said, quite easy to use really. Maybe you were just not using it correctly before," Mu Hanyan said, giving a salute and walking out while taking the opportunity to give Pang Dezong another jab.
Since that old fellow had harbored ill intentions, Mu Hanyan would certainly not miss the chance to needle him.
Pang Dezong was struck by Mu Hanyan’s words so strongly that he nearly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his grief almost turned into a river flowing in reverse.
"Right, these boxes are all part of a set, aren’t they? I might as well take them too," Mu Hanyan walked to the door, thought about it, and turned back.
These boxes were also made using Alchemy Techniques, and used top-quality Meteorite Gold Ore as material; they should fetch a good price, and Lady Mu wouldn’t want to miss out.
"Take them, take them all." Old Man Pang, who had tried to steal a chicken only to lose his rice, was near tears and didn’t want to become entangled with emotions over those large boxes again. He waved his hands in resignation.
"Thank you very much. Also, Senior Pang, if you come across such treasures in the future, make sure not to forget me. As you know, I’m very lucky, really very lucky, haha... haha..." Mu Hanyan shouldered the large box and walked out, not forgetting to boast a little more.
"Scram..." It wasn’t until Mu Hanyan had walked quite a distance that Pang Dezong managed to grit his teeth and spit out the word.
That was his Master’s life’s work, crystallized. Did she think those were cabbages that she could just pick up as she pleased? "Find you?" He’d have to be crazy to seek her out.
Thinking of Mu Hanyan’s outrageous luck, Pang Dezong felt both unwilling and angry, itching in frustration.
"Uncle Master, are we really just letting her take the Cangxuan Cloud Silk?" Zhao Sinin had yet to recover from the shock and asked Pang Dezong in a daze. This absentminded query was undoubtedly another stab to Old Man Pang’s already wounded heart, truly painful.