Because of her ancient Protoss heritage, she was very aware of the condition of various herbs and materials.
Yuri didn’t know the exact reason, but after years of seeing her ability to distinguish different kinds of materials, she always turned to her for help when she was in doubt.
"It's real, but it's of average quality. If it's cheap, it's okay to buy it. If it's too expensive, you’d better go back to school and do exchange." Yenny advised, she knew that Yuri had been practicing the rule of spell running, and the Requiem wood can help her nourish her overspent awareness.
After hearing this, Yuri started to cut the price with the stall owner.
Yenny put the thing back, but her eyes couldn't help but fall on a bronze mirror in the corner of the stall.
The bronze mirror was ordinary round in style, dark in copper color and even rusty in some places, which made it look shabby and old.
"Bro, what's the use of this?" Yenny asked, pointing to the humble bronze mirror.
She picked it up from the pile of merchandise scattered across an unknown piece of cloth and checking it in her hands, but found nothing special.
But she had just felt a wave of mana in the bronze mirror, and her sixth senses could not be wrong.
"I am not afraid to tell you that I know nothing about the bronze mirror. If you like, you can take it by paying twenty spirit stones, which may be a very valuable treasure indeed." The stall owner had just agreed with Yuri the price of the piece of soul wood, answered her immediately.
"Twenty spirit stones? Just a plain old mirror? A valuable treasure? Are you kidding?" Yuri grabbed him and said, "Come on, this is just a common ornament. My sister likes to collect all kinds of small mirrors, so she asked you, otherwise, who would buy such vulgar things with the spirit stone?"
The stall owner was embarrassed and blushed by Yuri’s word. It was, as she had said, something he had found in the broom closet to replenish his stall, and it would have been great if he had coaxed someone into buying it.
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"Well, for the sake of the deal we have already done, ten spirit stones." The stall owner, though somewhat embarrassed, insisted in order to spirit stones.
"In case it is really an unknown mysterious treasure, then you really got a great deal for buying it!" He persisted.
"Why don't you pick it up yourself if it's such a good thing?" Said Yuri, laughing at him.
"Well, I'll pay you two more spirit stones for the requiem wood, and you can give this mirror to my sister as a free gift. Or I'll return the sould wood, and I'm sure your stall is not the only one where i can buy it in such a big market." Yuri continued.
The stall owner saw that the spirit stone had been cut down into two pieces in a moment. He exclaimed that Yuri was too good at haggling. But finally he agreed, after all, a common broken bronze mirror could sell two spirit stones, was also a very good gain.
Back at school, Yenny was not in a hurry to check the copper mirror, but first back to the room to start the fourth stage physical quenching.
All kinds of herbs and materials were put into the large tripod filled with precious dew in proportion, and the most precious Icy dragon grass was catalyzed with mana and then added into it. Finally, Yenny stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bronze tripod.
Closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing rhythm to peace and clear her mind, connecting the golden blood suspended in her abdomen, which soon activated it. Filar golden light emanated from the inside to out hitting her body which began to take the initiative to absorb the material properties in the large tripod.
Absorbing, fusing, forging, quenching, again absorbing, fusing, forging, quenching...
And so it went, a cycle after cycle of accelerated motion in her body.
Gradually, the whole tripod was wrapped in golden light, it was seemingly mild and calm outside, but in fact every second was dangerous and painful for Yenny.
Her body was like being bitten by tens of thousands of ants, her mind was causalgic just like in the fire, and she couldn’t shield with any mana, what she must do was opening her whole body and mind to embrace the suffering, to let them be forged, quenched and remoulded thoroughly.
With the support of the auxiliary materials, the blood of gold today was more refined and absorbed crazily than ever before, and the aching feeling was a thousand times more than ever.
No wonder the quench could no longer be advanced beyond the third stage by refining gold blood alone. The energy required for quench after the third stage was simply much more than that of the first three stages. The barrier of channeling inside the body could only be broken when it was enriched by absorption of the golden blood energy.
Without the aid of so many elixirs and precious materials, even if she had other ways of refining gold blood for energy, her body would explode to absorb too much energy at once.