Chapter 1521 Success Rate
Chapter 1521 Success Rate
1521 Success Rate
"So… when do you think you'll start crafting Celestial-grade treasures?" Zi Xuan asked Tian Qiyuan shortly after putting away her sword.
"You're asking me that when I just achieved Empyrean-grade not long ago? It'll probably take me thousands of years before I can achieve Celestial-grade."
"Only thousands of years? You're actually more arrogant than I thought." Zi Xuan looked at him with wide eyes.
There were around 7 Divine Blacksmiths in the Nine Heavens at their current time, not including Tian Qiyuan. All seven of them are considered prodigies in their field of expertise, yet it took all of them hundreds of thousands of years to reach the level of Celestial-grade treasure.
In order to be acknowledged as the God of Creation, one must be able to craft Celestial-grade treasures and have at least a 25 percent success rate when doing so.
The blacksmith with the highest success rate at this moment was Eternal Blacksmith, who has an incredible 15 percent success rate after almost half a million years of being a Divine Blacksmith.
The next highest success rate was 10 percent by Heaven and Earth Blacksmith, who had 300,000 years of experience under his belt as a Divine Blacksmith.
"By the way, what's your success rate with Mystic-grade treasures? Even Eternal Blacksmith only has a 70 percent success rate."
"I've never failed before, so I guess 100 percent?"
"Y-you what?" Zi Xuan's eyes widened with disbelief at his ridiculous claims.
"I have crafted over a hundred Mystic-grade treasures by now and have not failed once. In fact, I've never destroyed a treasure before."
"T-that's literally impossible!" Zi Xuan exclaimed.
"I always craft the treasure in my head first, and I won't begin if I cannot guarantee its success. If you don't believe me, I have nothing else to say. Or do you want me to prove myself by crafting a dozen Mystic-grade treasures for you?" Tian Qiyuan casually shrugged.
Zi Xuan swallowed nervously. She really wanted to believe him, but this claim was simply too hard to believe.
If another blacksmith were here to hear such claims, they would laugh their assess off and immediately brand him as a liar and crazy, regardless of his prior fame and reputation.
"Alright, I'll believe you." Zi Xuan eventually said.
But she was not finished and continued, "But I won't stop you if you want to prove yourself. Of course, even if you manage to prove yourself to me, it won't really mean anything since I am just a single individual. Moreover, I really don't care if you prove yourself or not since I already said I believe you."
Tian Qiyuan remained silent for a moment before speaking, "You can stay here a little longer if you want. I am going to craft a few more Empyrean-grade treasures to solidify my foundation."
"Then I won't be humble!" Zi Xuan, who was prepared to leave, immediately decided to stay a little longer.
Tian Qiyuan quickly went back to work and started crafting his next Empyrean-grade treasure.
However, he didn't immediately start the craft and instead sat down to cultivate.
"Why are you suddenly cultivating?" Zi Xuan asked with a puzzled face.
"It helps me with my mental visualization," he said.
"What…? Won't that have the opposite effect since cultivation requires more attention?"
"Is that how it works for you? It works differently for me, I guess."
Zi Xuan was speechless, and then she realized that he was speaking to her and cultivating at the same time, even acting very casually about it, like it was as natural as breathing.
'Just what kind of talent does he possess? It's too ridiculous…' she thought to herself.
Not wanting to disturb him, Zi Xuan silently watched him work over the next several months.
Before he started working on the first treasure, he had spent two days practicing inside his mind. Once he started, his first Empyrean-grade treasure required almost three weeks to complete. The next one only took two weeks.
After nearly three months of practice, he reduced that time to one week. However, his crafting speed wasn't anywhere near as ridiculous as his success rate. In three months, he crafted five Empyrean-grade treasures without failing a single one. Meanwhile, even the most experienced Divine Blacksmiths would fail at least three out of five.
Then, over the next three months, Tian Qiyuan made 12 Empyrean-grade treasures, succeeding in every attempt.
In half a year, he'd successfully crafted 17 Empyrean-grade treasures without wasting any materials. If the world knew of his achievements, it wouldn't surprise Zi Xuan if people started declaring him to be the new God of Creation even without needing to create any Celestial-grade treasures first.
"What are you going to do with so many treasures? Sell them? I don't think the world is prepared to see 17 Empyrean-grade treasures half a year after you sold your first one." Zi Xuan said.
"I'm going to recycle them to make more treasures," he casually said.
"Seriously…? That seems like such a waste of resources. Even if you can recycle 90 percent of its original material, you'll still lose 10 percent every time. You might as well sell it and use that money to buy more resources. Who knows, you might even make a profit."
"That will take too much time and effort. I am fine even if I lose some resources. It's only natural, after all."
Sometime later, Zi Xuan said goodbye to Tian Qiyuan.
"It's about time for me to return to my sect. Thank you for letting me stay here to watch you train. It definitely opened my eyes and broadened my view."
"See you next time." Tian Qiyuan bid her farewell.
Once Zi Xuan left, Tian Qiyuan reopened his store and returned to collecting materials while he continued to hone his skills.
Zi Xuan would often visit him to chat or simply hang around him. Tian Qiyuan did not mind her company, even enjoying it.
Five hundred years later, Zi Xuan suddenly appeared before him with this crucial information, "Tian Qiyuan, I've found the Void Meteoroid Core! Or, more precisely, where to find it! They say it's at least a hundred million years old, too!"
Hearing this, Tian Qiyuan halted whatever he was doing to look at her.
"Where?" he asked with a serious expression.