Chapter 351 - 282: Village Defense (18)
Chapter 351: Chapter 282: Village Defense (18)
Tang Ruan was already dizzy and disoriented, as if she were drunk.
Zhao Chi also felt extremely excited, but everything before him was a blur.
’Time to rest, then.’
By 12 AM, Zhao Chi, guiding Tang Ruan, had used a total of 30 Speeding Charms. Besides Steel Equipment, they also crafted 4 sets of Iron Armor.
Those 30 Speeding Charms were equivalent to 30 days of work.
With the dual bonuses from the Experience Fruit and the Goddess Sleepwear, Zhao Chi and Tang Ruan’s Forging Experience skyrocketed.
**Character**: Zhao Chi
**Skills**: Forging 8
**Specialization**: Steel Saber 2, Steel Shield 2, Iron Armor Set 4
In just half a day, Zhao Chi’s Forging Skill had already reached 8, nearly the same level as professional blacksmiths like Ding Dang and her companions.
But Zhao Chi kept it quiet and had Tang Ruan swear to secrecy as well.
After all, something like this could be quite demoralizing.
Tang Ruan obediently agreed.
She hadn’t been doing the forging directly, so her experience was much lower than Zhao Chi’s, though it was still half of his.
**Character**: Tang Ruan
**Skills**: Forging 4
**Specialization**: Steel Saber 1, Steel Shield 1, Iron Armor Set 2
Tang Ruan’s skills had also improved significantly, reaching a level that would take an ordinary person four months of full-time work to accumulate.
After they rested and woke up, Zhao Chi didn’t continue forging.
A new day had begun.
His Genes were replenished to 2.
Without wasting any time, Zhao Chi immediately teleported to Peach Blossom Village.
It wasn’t that he was impatient to get his hands on Shirel; he just wanted to obtain the Primordial Elf Bloodline and get them on their way as quickly as possible.
When Zhao Chi arrived at the Lord’s House, Gu Qing was already inside.
The Spider Silk bindings on Shirel’s hands had been removed, but she sat dejectedly on the bed, her head hanging low.
Gu Qing stood to the side, watching her with a mocking expression.
Zhao Chi asked curiously, "What’s wrong?"
Gu Qing shook her head and smiled. "It’s nothing. She’s just a bit down, that’s all. I’ve already comforted her."
Zhao Chi gave Gu Qing a skeptical look.
But since she’d said so, Zhao Chi chose to believe her.
Gu Qing nodded to the female soldiers at the side. "Alright, you’re dismissed. Go and rest."
The female soldiers saluted and left.
Gu Qing closed the door. "Shirel, the Lord is here. Let’s begin."
"Mm." Shirel sat up in bed.
She then walked over to Zhao Chi on her own accord. "Let’s do it."
Zhao Chi looked at Shirel in surprise. The haughty arrogance she’d displayed before had mostly vanished.
’Needless to say, Gu Qing must have done something.’
Gu Qing stood to the side, simply watching the two of them with a smile.
Zhao Chi didn’t press the issue.
’The most important thing right now is to help Shirel condense her Racial Bloodline.’
Thanks to her experience from last time, Shirel was much more familiar with the process.
Her body was no longer so stiff, and she even tried to cooperate, albeit awkwardly.
Her hands were no longer covering her mouth, just tightly gripping the bedsheets.
She was no longer clenching her teeth, and rhythmic sounds escaped her lips.
But the one thing that remained the same was her uncontrollably trembling body.
Zhao Chi couldn’t help but glance at Gu Qing again. ’Gu Qing must have said something to her to cause such a change.’
But Gu Qing just smiled, satisfied, offering no explanation.
Half an hour later, the crucial moment finally arrived.
Shirel was frantically shaking her head and kicking her legs wildly.
Zhao Chi reminded her, "Shirel, focus on condensing the bloodline."
But Shirel was already beside herself, unable to hear a thing.
Gu Qing said from the side, "It’s okay, my Lord. You don’t have to hold back. She’ll be able to condense it in a moment anyway."
Hearing this, Zhao Chi relaxed.
He gave Shirel his all.
A moment later, Shirel propped herself up, her head beaded with sweat.
Her skin began to glow again.
Just like last time, the light gathered at her lower abdomen, growing brighter and brighter.
Only after the light illuminated the entire room did it slowly dim.
Zhao Chi felt Shirel gripping him tightly.
Shirel breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, you can go now."
After Zhao Chi pulled out, Shirel’s lower abdomen began to glow again.
This time, the light was even more dazzling.
The light condensed, then suddenly erupted in a golden blaze!
Shirel looked down, her face filled with confusion. "Huh? Why has the light turned golden?"
Zhao Chi and Gu Qing exchanged a look.
They, of course, had no idea what was going on.
Shirel frowned, as if trying to suppress the glow, but she couldn’t contain the golden light. Instead, it only grew brighter.
"Ah! It’s so hot! So hot! Help me get it out!"
Shirel suddenly leaped up, pressing her hands firmly against her lower abdomen. "Hurry, help me!"
Gu Qing flicked a finger, and a beam of healing light landed on her, but Shirel kept pressing hard on her abdomen.
Zhao Chi asked nervously, "What’s going on? What’s happening? Did it fail again? How can I help you?"
"Help me get it out. I can’t expel it, and it’s so hot."
"Stop jumping around and lie down!"
Shirel gritted her teeth and immediately lay down. "Hurry up and help me."
Zhao Chi glanced at Gu Qing, then moved to help.
But his hands were too large; he could only use his fingers.
But he couldn’t feel the Racial Bloodline at all, only a yielding warmth.
Shirel was sweating even more profusely.
Gu Qing walked over. "Brace yourself. I’ll help press down, too. This might hurt a little."
As she spoke, her hands began to seep with healing blood. She then pressed down hard on Shirel’s lower abdomen.
The golden glow in Shirel’s abdomen shifted immediately.
"I touched it."
Zhao Chi’s fingers quickly found a very hot, smooth sphere.
But the temperature wasn’t absurdly high—around 60 to 70 degrees Celsius.
Still, being inside her body, Shirel would certainly feel it as scalding hot.
Shirel said through gritted teeth, "What’s happening? Hurry and get it out of me."
Zhao Chi said urgently, "This bloodline sphere is too slippery; I can’t get a grip! Gu Qing, press down again!"
Without another word, Gu Qing pressed down hard with both hands again.
As Shirel cried out, Zhao Chi pinched it between his fingers and yanked it out forcefully.
With a crisp POP, a golden sphere the size of a ping-pong ball appeared in Zhao Chi’s hand.