I Can Strengthen Infinitely-Chapter 95 - 86: Forging the Soul-Swaying Bell

Under the Qin family’s enterprises, they are involved in various fields like bookstores and blacksmith shops.

On regular days, they forge knives and swords for the martial arts heroes or craft some farming and labor tools to sell.

However, such trades do not usually bring in much profit, so they have never attracted much attention from the Qin family.

Today, at Dachui Blacksmith Shop.

"Young Master Qin, your items are all kept here, and no one has touched them."

With a smiling expression, the blacksmith shop owner, Wang Dachui, opened an iron lock and took out some precious materials that Cao Zhengchun personally delivered yesterday.

From Cao Zhengchun’s mouth, it was learned that the young master of the Qin family intended to have something forged at the blacksmith shop.

This left Wang Dachui quite puzzled.

What could this young master possibly need that he couldn’t buy or have someone else make for him, insisting on crafting it himself?

Does he even know how to forge?

Though confused inside, he dared not show it, as after all, this blacksmith shop belongs to the Qin family, and he’s merely renting it out for use.

"Cao Zhengchun, move everything to the forge table and clear out all unrelated personnel." Qin Yuesheng said calmly.

"Yes." Cao Zhengchun immediately began to act, chasing out all the apprentices, odd-workers, blacksmiths, including Wang Dachui, the shop owner.

Soon the shop was left with only Qin Yuesheng and Cao Zhengchun.

"You should leave too." Qin Yuesheng said.

"Yes." Cao Zhengchun exited the room and closed the door behind him.

Qin Yuesheng forged the Soul-Swaying Bell, a process that absolutely couldn’t be seen by others, plus, with the dismantling blueprints he gained a lot of craftsmanship skills, single-handedly crafting a qualified Soul-Swaying Bell was no problem at all.

The flames in the forge burned brightly, and all necessary basic tools were neatly prepared.

Qin Yuesheng rolled up his sleeves, donned a leather apron on his chest, and directly began the process steps.

First was the smelting of gold, as the body of the Soul-Swaying Bell was made of gold, followed by jade carving, and other material processing steps.

If anyone were to watch, they would notice Qin Yuesheng’s expression was quite calm, and his methods exceptionally fluid.

His strokes flowed smoothly, without a hint of clumsiness.

He mastered each material and process operation with utmost precision, watching longer you could even see a trace of artistry in Qin Yuesheng’s motions.

Like a master painting, a literary giant writing calligraphy.

He worked busily until the lunch hour, and Qin Yuesheng had a bowl of beef noodles outside the blacksmith shop, then went back inside to start a second round of crafting.

Sunrise, sunset.

Looking at the five gold bells on the forge table, Qin Yuesheng couldn’t help but stretch lazily, exhaling a big breath.

This breath resembling an unsheathed sword, extended a good five to six feet before gradually dispersing into the air.

This is one of the characteristics of Inner Power Realm martial artists; they wield considerable power between inhale and exhale, experts in the seventh or eighth level of Inner Power Realm could even kill in stealth.

Picking up a Soul-Swaying Bell, Qin Yuesheng shook it gently, hearing an extremely crisp ringing from within the gold bell, nothing particularly special.

This is mainly because the Soul-Swaying Bell has no effect on humans; placed on spirits, it captures souls. If weaker wandering spirits encounter it, they could instantly be scattered.

Indeed a perfect choice for exorcism and house protection.

When Qin Yuesheng pushed open the blacksmith shop door again, the sky outside was already studded with stars.

"Young master."

Upon hearing the movement, Cao Zhengchun walked over immediately.

Following him was Wang Dachui, who looked like he just woke from a nap, expression a little dazed.

"I’m done, did you give him the money for his downtime?" Qin Yuesheng asked.

"Not yet."

"Do it, I have things to do, you go back to the mansion yourself." Qin Yuesheng left behind a sentence, took the five Soul-Swaying Bells, and floated towards the depths of the street.

...

The glacier in Cyan Yang City had almost entirely melted, revealing the whereabouts of Fuan Alley.

The high walls on both sides of the alley made it impossible for sunlight to reach inside, keeping it shrouded in gloom throughout the year, and exceptionally damp after rain.

Qin Yuesheng arrived outside Fuan Alley, extending his hand to feel the air at the entrance, with no abnormality detected.

It seems the entrance to the Celestial Demon heart realm is not permanently present and has long disappeared.

The first step into the alley immediately greeted a chilling, hair-raising air, unclear if it was inherent to Fuan Alley, or due to the lingering cold from the melted glacier.

Water droplets covered the damp walls.

As Qin Yuesheng treaded on the waterlogged ground, ripples spread out in circles.

The deeper he walked into Fuan Alley, the darker it grew.

With a single hand gripping the Exorcism Toad, as he gradually ventured deeper into Fuan Alley, it was evident that the faint light within the glazed plate was steadily rising.

In no time, it surpassed the count of thirty, showing no signs of slowing down.

Qin Yuesheng couldn’t help but feel secretly fortunate that he didn’t rush in recklessly back then, otherwise even with the Evil-Subduing Saber as protection, facing real danger would be no easy situation.

Tap tap tap!

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from behind, causing Qin Yuesheng to frown. In Cyan Yang City, the number of people daring enough to enter Fuan Alley wouldn’t exceed three.

Yet none should be here at this moment.

Before Qin Yuesheng could turn his head, a plaintive voice sounded from behind him.

"Young Master, have you seen the item I lost?"

Qin Yuesheng glanced sideways, seeing a blurry figure standing behind him; he said nothing but tightly grasped the Evil-Subduing Saber’s hilt.

Thud!

Suddenly a round object dropped from that figure, rolling to Qin Yuesheng’s feet.

"Young Master, I dropped something; could you help me pick it up?"

This time, the voice did not come from behind but rather from beneath Qin Yuesheng’s feet.

He slowly lowered his head and saw a pale woman’s face, bleeding from all seven orifices, staring at him with resentment. Her hair, like aquatic plants, scattered chaotically in the puddles on the ground.

Bang!

Without hesitation, Qin Yuesheng violently kicked the head, sending it flying high in an instant, not knowing where it landed.

Ring-ring-ring!

Frantically shaking the Soul-Swaying Bell in his hand, the five bells produced overlapping, crisp sounds, causing the figure to tremble.

Suddenly, it transformed into a vast amount of black sludge, enveloping Qin Yuesheng overwhelmingly.

Boom!!!

When the sludge entirely landed, Qin Yuesheng vanished into thin air, as if he had completely evaporated.

Fuan Alley fell into silence.

However, it wasn’t long before—

Buzz!

A rumbling sound erupted suddenly from beneath the ground, akin to an earthquake.

Boom!

The entire ground burst open, with sludge erupting explosively while Qin Yuesheng’s figure leaped out accompanied by it.

Ring-ring-ring!

When the Soul-Swaying Bell shook, the sludge crumbled into ash.

Meanwhile, Qin Yuesheng wielded the Evil-Subduing Saber in his right hand, continuously slaughtering vast areas. Under the influence of the vibrating force, any sludge approaching him shattered into countless droplets and scattered on the ground.

Snap!

Just landing on the ground, Qin Yuesheng weirdly looked back at the deep pit he had escaped from.

In the depths of the pit, buried was a clay water urn, inside which lay a female corpse in a bright red skirt, bound completely in iron chains and pierced everywhere with wooden spikes.

The most disturbing aspect was that she had no head on her neck, and she was a human swine!

Why would such a thing be buried beneath Fuan Alley?

Around the clay urn, many bodies, seemingly long buried, emerged.

Men and women, old and young.

Their faces displayed the most genuine terror and despair they felt before dying.

Face upward, arms stretched out in a gesture pleading for help.

They must have suffered greatly just before death.

This place resembles a mass grave, burying numerous unnamed souls.

Barely a breath after Qin Yuesheng crawled out from underground, several shadows pursued him, turning out to be various restless spirits.

With fierce claws extended toward Qin Yuesheng, each had a hideous long tongue continuously flailing from the mouth.

"Causing harm endlessly, better rest early." Qin Yuesheng swung the Soul-Swaying Bell, causing these apparitions to shatter instantly, their souls scattered.

These spirits were merely starters; the real danger here was the headless woman stuffed in the clay urn.

"The clay urn represents earth, the red gown symbolizes fire, wooden spikes stand for wood, iron chains represent metal. This place, unseen by daylight year-round, is heavily humid, signifying water. Earth, wood, water, fire, and metal, all elements present; someone is using this place to craft corpses and array!"

Qin Yuesheng exclaimed in shock.

The crafting corpses and array concept he had seen in the "Seven-Star Treasure Manual," a malignant technique constantly monitored by the Seven-Star for its heinousness.

Under Qin Yuesheng’s gaze, the clay urn suddenly stirred; spikes embedded in the female corpse fell away, and a torrent of black blood flowed out.

As if triggering some restriction, a cold aura began emanating from the female corpse, even making Qin Yuesheng, now in the Inner Power Realm as a martial artist, shiver involuntarily.

Bang-bang-bang!

The clay urn shattered with numerous cracks and within moments collapsed entirely, as the chains binding the female corpse rattled and broke automatically, slipping beyond sight at the pit’s bottom.

Four crimson arms slowly emerged from the severed joints of the female corpse, as Qin Yuesheng tightly gripped the Evil-Subduing Saber, blinking instinctively.

In an instant, she moved.

Like a phantom, the female corpse appeared right before Qin Yuesheng.

Twenty fingers on four hands, like sharp spikes, simultaneously pierced toward Qin Yuesheng.

...

Somewhere in Cyan Yang City.

In the courtyard of an ordinary household.

"Daoist Nie, why are you standing in the courtyard so late?" A startled old man crawling out of bed to relieve himself asked the Daoist looking at the sky.

The Daoist did not answer, muttering to himself, "A bloody aura rising skyward, disaster has arrived."

The old man glanced in the direction the Daoist gazed at: "Blood aura rising skyward? Daoist Nie, are you mistaken? There’s no bloody aura here."

The Daoist replied not, producing a yellow turban from his bosom and gently stroking it.

...

Outside Cyan Yang City, somewhere.

Two figures stood atop a hill, gazing at Cyan Yang City.

"What happened? Why did the half urn break the seal now? It clearly wasn’t time yet!"

"Someone must have disturbed it. Quick, force it back; West Qi Mountain Temple shows no sign yet; now is not the time to reveal it."

"I’ll prepare immediately."