Chapter 136: Chapter 118: Exorcising all Slight Dust, Sandstorm Witch! (6000 words)_2

"I need to use the smithing room today, so Assistants Si and Dan, please arrange it as soon as possible for me."

"Follow me."

The shock in Sikong Wei’s eyes was not entirely hidden yet.

Noticing Tu Long’s bulging eyes, he quickly extended his right hand, pointing to another passage:

"The unused smithing rooms are all on this side."

"Aside from Master Tu, few people use them on ordinary days. Whichever one you take a liking to, you can enter using this token."

"Understood."

Ye Hanjun caught the metal token that was tossed to him, and looked back at Tu Long.

He wanted to greet him before leaving, as a little courteous gesture.

Unexpectedly, the old man who was obsessed with instruments, had already pasted his eyeballs on the blue gold, obsessed and affectionate.

Ye Hanjun immediately dispelled this idea, and with Sikong Wei and Da Mu’er’s company, he visited the available smithing rooms.

"You really are... surprising!"

Without Tu Long by his side, the pressure on Sikong Wei greatly reduced.

He looked at Ye Hanjun’s dark eyes with intricate emotions, muttered to himself:

"It just seems like you were assisting Master Tu in smiting the blue gold..."

"But the feeling you gave me, is like everything was under control..."

Da Mu’er smacked his lips, in an incredulous manner, agreed:

"Yes, Master Tu has dedicated his life to studying smithing. You have such achievements at such a young age. It’s really puzzling..."

"I have read a lot of books, so naturally, I understand a little more..."

"Forget it, what’s the deal with the teaching indicators?"

Sikong Wei interrupted immediately:

"I heard a lot of people died, and some college leaders were angry about it."

"A total of twenty-five senior mentors were dispatched to hunt down those evil mercenaries who were year-round knife lickers."

"And you, as the person involved, are alive and well, and, even the students you took care of, are all vigorous and lively."

"You almost saved nearly ten people’s lives by yourself."

"With such results, you can’t just attribute it to luck, can you? Without some real skills, I just can’t believe it."

Ye Hanjun just laughed, not wanting to delve deeper into this topic, he asked out of curiosity:

"Where did you guys hear all this from?"

Sikong Wei sighed: "It’s not been very peaceful around the college recently, there’s all sorts of riff-raff."

"It’s just that this Four Ghosts Mercenary Group is the most reckless. Even under the supervision of two official mentors, they were preparing to kill all the trial participants."

"Such a brutal act, if we don’t deter it properly, Canghai Pavilion will become a laughing stock."

"Because of this, the matter got quite big, and everyone in the faculty circle has more or less heard about it."

Ye Hanjun seemed thoughtful.

Before he could speak, Sikong Wei could not help it saying:

"Are you afraid of attracting attention and bringing unnecessary controversies?"

"Actually, it’s really alright. Just because we know you, we asked a little more about you."

"Most people only heard that Dong Xuan and Zhi Zhengqing were nearly ruined."

"Then, how ruthless Ghost Hand, the soldier of the Four Ghosts Mercenary Group is, and who the Wang Family has offended and attempted to kidnap Miss Xinfei... Most of the assistants and mentors are only interested in these topics and don’t pay any attention to you."

"Then I’m relieved."

Ye Hanjun said relaxedly:

"The less unnecessary trouble, the better."

"Uh..."

Sikong Wei shook his head and said listlessly:

"I won’t bother you anymore. The smithing rooms are all here; choose one yourself."

"Old Dan and I will go and study blue gold too, learning Master Tu’s new smithing process..."

Sikong Wei and Da Mu’er, along with the Mane Rat and Torch Monkey, gradually drifted away.

Ye Hanjun pushed open the door of one of the smithing rooms, his originally calm face showed a rare seriousness.

"Swoosh--"

The goose-yellow light flashed, and the Desert Witch appeared ten meters away, her dim snake’s eyes staring straight at him.

"Sir, are you conducting the ceremony today?"

Candle asked softly, looking somewhat dazed.

"Nothing better than bumping into the day; your dream will come true today."

Ye Hanjun closed the door, confirmed that there were no foreign objects in the room that could spy on him, and then took out various items one by one from the Dimensional Space Bag.

From the day the Sandstorm Witch·Candle had destroyed her seven chakra wheels, she only had a life expectancy of a hundred days.

Only through the test of the ceremony can she shed names like Dirty Bone Spirit and Grey Flash and be reborn as a true Fond Spirit of the Witch.

This ceremony — to her, is very important!

Although the success rate of the ceremony is extremely high and there is almost no chance of failure.

The only thing I care about is what kind of Fond Spirit of the Witch, Candle, in her current condition, can mutate into as a result of these material combinations.

Mutation, such a huge scientific field, is full of uncertainties.

Candle has a small chance of mutating into known species, but a greater chance of becoming a new species, unique in the world.

Unfortunately, unique only represents its rarity and uniqueness.

If the blood is still weak, it will be captured and killed by other predators instantly.

This sort of ending where one could casually end up dead in the wilderness is not what Ye Hanjun wanted to see.

He has made his best effort to collect high-quality raw materials and found a suitable ceremony environment.

What’s left is up to Candle herself and that elusive luck.

"Don’t think too much. If the luck is extremely bad and you end up with a weak witch, it just means that the path ahead will be a bit harder."