Chapter 213: Top Grade Blood Gourd
When the Spirit Weapon mold emitted a faint, resonant thrum, Jiang Chen immediately withdrew the surrounding fire qi. With practiced caution, he pried the mold open, inch by inch.
The crimson gourd revealed within was familiar.
For this attempt, he had been meticulous. Every variable—timing, temperature, material ratios—had been calibrated to perfection.
Yet, to his dismay, the result was unchanged.
4 spirit patterns. No more, no less.
Jiang Chen lined up the three completed Blood Gourds on the workbench.
The first was a rough attempt: long refining time, heavy on ingredients, average temperature control. The second was better: faster, fewer ingredients, precise control. The third was technically perfect, the culmination of all his adjustments. Logically, even if the base quality remained the same, the spirit pattern count should have increased.
But there they sat, like identical triplets.
Size, shape, luster, aura—indistinguishable.