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Chapter 349 Soul Craftsman, Entrusting the Dwarven Heritage, A Gift

Chapter 349 Soul Craftsman, Entrusting the Dwarven Heritage, A Gift

[Due to the intense spiritual fluctuations caused by the birth of the new species, the remnant spirit of Barnes, a craftsman from the dwarven race and a soul craftsman, has awakened from its slumber. Guided by the spirit of life, its location can be found.]

The remnants of the soul craftsman Barnes's spirit will not linger for long, and he urgently needs someone to entrust the legacy of the dwarves to. If you can gain his trust and take on the responsibility of passing the legacy on to the new dwarves, you will receive a reward.

Xiao Yun stared into thought as he looked at the two newly updated preview messages.

"If Merlin's prophecy is correct, my chance to repair the mithril sword lies with this dwarf craftsman, but—"

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Looking at the conditions for receiving Barnes's gift, Xiao Yun's expression turned somewhat bitter.

"After what happened with the goblins, I really don't want to get involved in the messy affairs of these new races anymore."

It's just too much trouble.

The emergence of new races is generally related to the spirit world.

The chaotic spirituality in the spirit world can affect the operation of the system, and it also has various unique rules that make it difficult to deal with.

Moreover, once a connection is established, it will create an awkward situation where the problem becomes too big to handle.

For example, the goblins' future survival, their relationship with surrounding human forces, or whether they encounter another crisis.

Although Xiao Yun is not a goblin, he has taken their faith and it is difficult for him to remain uninvolved.

"I haven't even finished dealing with my own responsibilities, and I still have to worry about these things—"

Xiao Yun sighed softly, his expression melancholy.

If it weren't for the need to restore the mithril sword's spiritual power, he would have turned around and left right now.

But what's meant to happen will happen.

"Awooo, Daddy, we think we've arrived."

The unfilial son shouted, turned his head, and pointed ahead with his mouthpiece.

A simple blacksmith shop stood there, and the sound of hammering could be heard coming from inside.

clang!clang!clang!

Accompanied by the sound of hammering, the surrounding spirituality trembled wildly, transforming into a spiritual tide that surged in all directions of the spirit realm.

Xiao Yun narrowed his eyes, inwardly marveling, "So powerful!"

Even residual spirituality can cause fluctuations in the spirit world.

This dwarf craftsman must have been ridiculously powerful during his lifetime.

Xiao Yun leaped down and, with his rebellious son and Kong Changhao, walked to the blacksmith's shop.

Just as they were about to speak, a shark suddenly leaped out of the blacksmith's shop, its jaws wide open, and lunged at them.

"Holy crap! Watch out, Xiao Yun!"

Kong Changhao exclaimed in surprise and shielded Xiao Yun behind him.

In his hand, the Heavenly Feather Blade was drawn and slashed fiercely at the shark.

Just then, a cold snort came from the blacksmith shop.

Before Kong Changhao could react, a heavy hammer struck the shark's head first.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the shark's body exploded, then turned into a cloud of dust and disappeared into the distance.

"Sorry, the shop is a bit messy because it hasn't been cleaned for a long time. Please excuse the mess."

The dwarf craftsman, who was over three meters tall with a very thick head and limbs, smiled apologetically and then casually smashed a rat that was trying to sneak away.

"Spirituality—no, creation of the soul."

Xiao Yun saw the crisscrossing lines of runes and quickly recognized their true form.

"It used to be so, but too much time has passed, and the soul has become obscured, leaving only chaotic primal spirituality."

Barnes explained, then looked Xiao Yun up and down, a strange glint in his iron eyes.

"Humans, dragons, the dead—and goblins and orcs, tsk tsk tsk—"

Barnes clicked his tongue and shook his head repeatedly: "This is the first time I've ever seen a human soul interact with so many races at the same time."

A connection that can influence the soul is not as simple as just meeting once; if it can manifest in the soul, it means that the destinies of both parties are closely intertwined.

Xiao Yun wiped his nose, his smile somewhat bitter: "Actually, I didn't want to either."

"Haha, no need to make excuses, I've seen guys like you before."

Barnes, looking like he'd seen it all, said, "They always complain about how troublesome this is or that is, but next time they encounter something like this, they still choose to step forward."

"To be honest, if I were alive, I would definitely stay far away from you troublemakers, but now—"

Barnes grinned broadly, revealing a bright smile, and patted Xiao Yun on the shoulder enthusiastically: "Ready for a wonderful journey with the dwarves, my friend?"

Xiao Yun shrugged and resignedly said, "I have no choice but to accept it; I'm already here."

"Haha, deal! My friend, come in, let me get ready, and you can also see what you want."

"You can choose any item from my blacksmith shop and take it. Even if it's damaged or missing, I will use my last bit of spiritual power to fix it."

Xiao Yun nodded and followed Barnes into the blacksmith shop.

Chaos erupted in the blacksmith's shop as out-of-control creations of spirits wreaked havoc.

"Ahem, although it looks a bit off, the original versions are actually all usable."

Barnes pointed to a four-legged dragon that was displaying its power and said, "For example, this one is actually a hand cannon, one of my proudest creations. One shot can kill a legend."

Xiao Yun gasped, looked at it for a moment, and then shook his head.

He's very strong, but it's not suitable for him.

After shifting his gaze, Xiao Yun looked around and observed each person.

Like the four-legged dragon, the soul creations in the blacksmith's shop are all very strong; according to the system's rating standards, none of them are lower than S-.

Unfortunately, none of them are a good match.

"Here you go, the legacy passed down to the New Era Dwarves is all here."

Looking at what Barnes handed him, Xiao Yun was speechless.

It was a rusty iron boot, as if Barnes had just taken it off, and it was still smoking.

"Is your dwarven heritage so casual?"

"It's just to avoid attracting attention. Do you really want to carry around a gemstone statue or something like that in public?"

"Besides, it wasn't anything valuable to begin with. It was just a bunch of outdated experiences left behind by some old guys who have been dead for who knows how many years."

"Moreover, in order to avoid the lingering effects of the previous era, many restrictions have been set up, and it's uncertain whether they will even be useful."

Barnes sighed softly and placed the iron boots in Xiao Yun's arms.

"Consider it a tribute to the new dwarves—if they were to be born in this era."

"Is it possible that it might never be born?"

Xiao Yun frowned slightly.

"Of course, it's said that at the beginning of the world, countless races existed. After so much time, where have the remaining thousands of races gone to make their fortunes?"

Barnes chuckled, waved his hand, and said, "Enough of that, it's taboo to talk about it anymore. Let's talk about the payment."

He pointed to the items in the shop and asked, "I noticed earlier that you didn't seem to like any of them?"

"There aren't any suitable ones."

Xiao Yun shrugged helplessly, but there was little regret on his face.

With a thought, the mithril sword appeared in his hand.

"I don't want anything else, I just want you to help me repair my sword."

After he finished speaking, the blacksmith shop fell silent.

Barnes stared intently at the mithril sword, his hand gripping his beard trembling so badly he nearly ripped it off.

"This sword—it's still here!"

Barnes gasped, then stretched out his rough, large hand and stroked the mithril sword as if on a pilgrimage.

After touching it once, he sighed and shook his head: "What a pity. Its former power is almost completely lost, and its spirituality is nearly exhausted, but it's not beyond recovery. It's like—it suffered a severe injury?"

"Truly a master craftsman."

Xiao Yun praised him, then asked eagerly, "Then—is there a way to fix it?"

Barnes remained silent for a long time, then shook his head slightly: "Difficult, difficult, difficult."

"You may not know the story of this sword. Once upon a time, all races exhausted their resources and craftsmen to forge a mithril sword for each person above the eighth rank."

"And at the end of the era, only one mithril sword remained in the world."

"It gathers the power of those who have used this sword, so powerful that it is beyond imagination, even causing the gods to fear it and cast a curse upon it."

"It's difficult to fix; at least I can't do it."

After hearing this, Xiao Yun's heart sank to the bottom.

"Don't be discouraged. Although I said it's difficult, it's not unfixable."

Barnes' words rekindled Xiao Yun's hope.

He held up three fingers: "First, you must have enough spirituality to support the spirituality of a race."

"Secondly, you must take it with you to defeat those powerful enemies who are capable of killing you, and seize the power of their weapons."

"Third, you must become a legend that will be passed down through the ages, not just a legend, but a legend that will be revered by all peoples and races."

As he spoke, he took out a stone from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Yun: "I can help you with spirituality. This star core can condense and store spirituality, and the spirit world is reborn. If you go to the spirit world more often, it shouldn't be difficult to collect enough."

"As for the rest, that's up to you."

Xiao Yun nodded, took the stone, and was about to express his gratitude.

Barnes suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot, I seem to have a piece of equipment here that you might need."

As he spoke, he pulled a dented wooden stick from the woodpile.

Xiao Yun examined it carefully and confirmed that it was a sword sheath.

"Don't underestimate this scabbard. It's one of my proudest creations, modeled after the scabbard of another top-tier longsword."

"You've probably heard of that sword, the Sword in the Lake. The sword itself is very strong, but the scabbard is even stronger, ensuring you won't get hurt."

"Of course, my replica doesn't have that function."

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Xiao Yun's lips twitched slightly as he silently awaited a turning point.

After chatting for a while, he discovered that Barnes liked to breathe heavily.

As expected, Barnes spoke again: "However, this replica of mine has a specialized soul protection function, ensuring your soul's immortality no matter when or where."

"Moreover, I made it a size smaller on purpose. When you find the elves and get the real Lake Sword scabbard, you can replace the inner scabbard. With both of them combined, it's practically like being truly immortal."

"That's more like it."

Xiao Yun nodded in satisfaction and accepted the scabbard handed to him by Barnes.

[Lake Sword Sheath (Replica) - Made by Soul Craftsman Barnster]

[Rank: S]

[Requirements for use: The main weapon must be a sword of grade S or higher, or a cursed sword of grade A or higher]

[Effect - Soul Immortality: When wearing the sword sheath, no one except those one major rank above you can harm your soul, and your soul is immune to death.]

【Effect - Soul Severing: Grants the main weapon the Soul Severing effect, ignoring the ability of the soul to be immune to physical damage and some physical weapon effects.

[Effect - Spirit Embrace: The scabbard will actively absorb dissipated spiritual energy, slowly restoring/nourishing the spiritual energy of the main weapon and the user]

[Description: Although it is a replica, it was made by one of the three great dwarven craftsmen and is not much worse than the original.]

"Make good use of it. Although I won't be able to see it, I look forward to the day when your legend resounds throughout the world."

As Barnes spoke, his figure slowly faded into the distance.

His final spiritual essence flowed into the scabbard, giving it new life despite its near decay.

"I will."

Xiao Yun sighed softly and sheathed his sword.

After closing the blacksmith's shop door, Xiao Yun returned with his rebellious son and Kong Changhao.

The blacksmith shop, which had been bustling for a while, returned to deathly silence, on the verge of being swallowed up by the tide of the spirit world.

Just then, a distorted black sun slowly rose.

One of the figures reached out and knocked on the blacksmith's shop door.

"It would be a shame to die. Come with me; there is a bright future even in the abyss."

The blacksmith shop was silent for a moment, then a weak chuckle rang out: "Bullshit, just a bunch of pathetic, wretched dogs clinging to life. Kid, get the hell out of here before I lose my temper."

The figure in the black sun remained silent for a moment, then pointed in the direction Xiao Yun had left: "That's my brother."

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Barnes's ethereal spirit appeared at the blacksmith's door and beckoned: "Come in and tell me about your great future."