Chapter 179: Set Equipment · Mud-Alloy Firelance

【Mud-Alloy Firelance】

【Durability: 1000/1000】

【Range +20】

【Mud Bullet: Bullet Splash +1】

【Mud Set】

【2 pieces: Physical Damage Reduction】

【4 pieces: Energy Damage Reduction】

【6 pieces: Slow Health Regeneration】

【8 pieces: Each attack has a chance to summon a Mud Giant】

【10 pieces: The Mud Giant gains corresponding profession and equipment upon summoning】

Chen Xiyi stared at this Mud-Alloy Firelance and was stunned.

This weapon was something Blacksmith made, and it was one piece of the set equipment.

Though the prefix “Mud” didn’t sound very nice, its source was special; it was forged using Earth Essence Block and Water Condensation Pearl.

The range doubled, and it added an effect called Mud Bullet.

More importantly, as part of the set effect, with eight or ten pieces equipped, it could summon a Mud Giant. It didn’t say the exact probability or how long it lasted, so it might last forever.

“But the problem is, I only have a helmet, a shield, full armor, plus the weapon. Even if I include bullets with the ‘Mud’ prefix, that’s just five items total. I don’t have things like pants, shoes, or accessories. Where do I get the other five items?”

Chen Xiyi’s eye twitched. Could this be counting tools for him?

【Blacksmith said not to worry; he could handle it all. It would just take a longer time.】

“Alright, I have faith in you.”

In all that time, Blacksmith had only made one production-boosting fairy equipment each for Jianghu and Shanyue, and had only crafted this one Mud-Alloy Firelance for him.

The reason was simple: Earth Essence Block and Water Condensation Pearl couldn’t keep up.

These low-level spiritual items didn’t have high yield and took a long time to produce. That’s why it took so long to create just three pieces of equipment.

Everything depended on spiritual items. Without enough, Blacksmith couldn’t do anything; it was impossible for him to make something from nothing.

This Mud-Alloy Firelance hadn’t been enchanted yet. It was freshly made by Blacksmith and given straight to Chen Xiyi like a treasure.

Blacksmith’s forging wasn’t like Chen Xiyi’s—where he just watched a progress bar. Instead, it needed real hammering, quenching, and other steps, not like Chen Xiyi’s unscientific ways. It took Blacksmith a whole month just to finish this one Mud-Alloy Firelance.

First, Blacksmith was very small, only the size of Chen Xiyi’s palm, but this Mud-Alloy Firelance was much bigger than him. It was like he was making a weapon for a giant, so the slowness was normal.

Anyway, just looking at its stats and effects, it completely crushed the alloy firearm he had now.

So, Chen Xiyi realized one thing: the prefix really mattered.

They were using low-level spiritual items like Earth Essence Block and Water Condensation Pearl right now. If they had more spiritual items later, sets with prefixes like “Deity Slayer” or “Buddha Destroyer” might show up.

But sadly, completing a full set would likely take seven or eight years.

Productivity was key. If productivity couldn’t keep up, even with divine blueprints, nothing got made.

This wasn’t Jianghu or Shanyue’s fault. His own strength shot up too fast, and with his past gains, it made the fairies seem behind him.

But if a real fight happened, Chen Xiyi probably couldn’t beat Jianghu or Shanyue.

Their powers were too overpowered.

After Chen Xiyi harvested the farms and ranches, he left the homestead.

He didn’t take the Mud-Alloy Firelance with him. Instead, he left it at the homestead for Blacksmith to try improving it.

Right now, before completing the Mud set, it didn’t help him much. And having just one piece meant that if it broke, it needed repairs.

If he faced enemies he couldn’t beat now, his plan was to shoot them with lots of alloy firearms, so one less didn’t matter.

He fell asleep to hit the clock, woke up a minute later, ate some food to fill his satiety level and get a Vigorous buff. He felt the Golden Toad’s ability, Wealth Absorption, give a tiny boost to his primordial spirit, and then he started working again.

Using the night to his advantage, Chen Xiyi clearly felt his AFK experience increase a little.

Since he came to this world, his strength hadn’t grown as well as in the Qi Refiner World. After all, this world had no Qi Mechanism, so his primordial spirit could only grow by relying on the fairies.

Unless he searched for nourishment resources, but Chen Xiyi didn’t do that—it was like killing the one cow for milk, wasting the future.

It might get him a lot of resources, but if people found out, he’d be in big trouble.

Besides, hadn’t Feng Qing said earlier that the Imperial Court sent a hundred thousand troops to attack Miaojiang? Even the Tiger Might Emperor was leading them himself. Using those troops as resources would let him harvest a wave and scare others off.

Chen Xiyi thought those hundred thousand troops of this world had to be better than a city’s worth in the Qi Refiner World. The soldiers must have all practiced martial arts; maybe not all experts, but definitely strong and full of qi and blood, each as good as two regular people.

“Once I finalize Primordial Soul Martial Dao, I can merge it with Innate Gang Qi. Otherwise, doing this now would waste all the resources I have.”

Primordial Soul Martial Dao looked like a system blended from martial arts and Gu Martial Arts, but in truth, it was the advanced form of Innate Gang Qi’s innate divine ability.

Chen Xiyi was creating it now as a stepping stone. Even if his body and primordial spirit were uneven, this would help the body catch up a bit. Otherwise, as his spirit got stronger, his body might be fine but would feel awkward.

For instance, while walking, his primordial spirit might suddenly rip through his body, dropping his health points by 99% and triggering Zhangliu’s Life-substitution Death Evasion skill.

That would mess up his daily life badly.

Only because he was a player was it just inconvenient. If he were a normal qi refiner, he wouldn’t die outright—he’d just take over a new body. But doing that every few days? No qi refiner could stand it.

That’s why most qi refiners existed in Void Heaven as primordial spirits, while their bodies became just containers.

Chen Xiyi couldn’t switch bodies; he was a player, an ordinary guy.

He had finished all the books from the Valley of the Healing Immortals. Though ten percent were messed up with sword stuff, it wasn’t a big issue.

Chen Xiyi used the valley’s medical skills and martial arts to improve his Gu Martial Arts, like Calamity Poison Body, which he thought was already perfect.

But his knowledge fell short. With the combo, he refined it even more.

He made it to a higher level.

While a Grandmaster Martial Artist, he got into deep concepts like Sword Intent and Fist Intent.

Innate Warriors did get it too, but only at a beginner level—using their will to send internal energy outward.

As for the final Longevity Martial Artist, it could probably be achieved only by becoming a Temporal Immortal under Wandering Light.

Grandmaster Martial Artists were the peak in their time. But from what he learned from the three outsiders, in thirty thousand years, the whole army would be Grandmaster Martial Artists.

In this era, training even a Postnatal Warrior took tons of resources and great talent. Thirty thousand years later? Innate Warriors and Grandmaster Martial Artists would be as common as weeds.

Chen Xiyi didn’t reject the idea; he just wondered about the resource cost. How did they afford it after so much time?

“Had he missed something?”

Earlier, he found nothing special about the three outsiders; they seemed like strong Grandmaster Martial Artists.

Grandmaster Martial Artists varied a lot in strength. Take Zhan Xue as an example: he was only at the first layer of Grandmaster. The highest ninth-layer Grandmaster could kill him in one hit.

He was weak among Grandmasters, and there were many like him, usually squad leaders.

The other members were Innate Warriors.

Higher positions needed even more power to hold.

Because of the Twelve Temporal Cycles, thirty thousand years later, the world became warlike and fiercely competitive.

With enough resources, how could everyone become an Innate Warrior? Or work hard to be a Grandmaster? Like it was mass-produced…

Then again, maybe it was possible.

Chen Xiyi suddenly understood why it wasn’t impossible to mass-produce Innate Warriors and Grandmaster Martial Artists after thirty thousand years.

Take an example: ancient glass versus modern glass could represent warriors now and later.

In old times, glass was rare because of low productivity and tech; it was called “liuli.”

But in a modern world, glass was dirt cheap.

So, after thirty thousand years, they had figured out how to produce things in bulk. Too bad nothing in the memories or bodies of the three outsiders backed that up.

Thirty thousand years—who knew what high-tech these warriors could dig up?

The three outsiders didn’t recall anything past now, just like they hadn’t known about the other sequences.

Chen Xiyi figured Wandering Light must have wiped those memories.

Think about it: people from thirty thousand years in the future coming to the past. With no tech gaps, they’d rule the place. Three trained Temporal Response Bureau members with strong combat skills? They’d easily change the world.

So Wandering Light erasing their memories made sense: he wanted strong puppets, not skilled thinkers who might cause issues.

Chen Xiyi now got why the outsiders’ memories were filled with combat skills, survival tactics, and mostly hardship.

Real knowledge and tech had all been erased.

Would an organization that travels through time to stop disasters only train its people in fighting?

No way—they needed training in history, basics, and science to win.

“Just rush in and kill them?”

If that fixed things, history would have changed already.

Likely, those agents were fooled by Wandering Light. They thought they knew secrets of this era, but upon checking, it was all fuzzy with simple ideas—like when and where major events happened.

Specific details? None.

So history had changed, but only how Wandering Light wanted it to change.

“Old Chen, trouble. We’ve confirmed news: the imperial court’s hundred thousand troops will reach Miaojiang in ten days.”