The quantity is correct; there are eleven blue iron crystals.

Fang Zong knew that ten blue iron crystals could be combined to create a magic weapon. In addition, blue iron crystals could also increase the success rate of equipment enhancement.

Therefore, there are two options:

1. Synthesize new magical artifacts;

2. Enhance Thunderous Cry.

Ninth Sister said, "I would like to remind the summoner that it is best not to synthesize clothing or other protective gear."

Fang Zong nodded, understanding what Jiu Mei meant.

Just a few days ago, Bai Su spoke with him on the phone.

Bai Su said that she had already reached the fourth level of the skill level, and not only her, but the strength of the entire Nine Heavens Rebirth Group was increasing rapidly.

As the ghostly aura grew stronger, the Nine Heavens Rebirth Group's strength continued to grow, especially the Black Robe, who was said to have reached the peak of the Technique level.

Therefore, Fang Zong has been dealing with ghosts recently, and he needs to improve his strength as soon as possible.

Ninth Sister continued, "Ordinary magical artifacts are no match for ghosts of the same level, but against a sixth or seventh level of magic, a single attack is enough to shatter a protective magical artifact. Also, if you were wearing magical artifact-level clothing, it would have shattered when you took those three blows from Ao Bai."

Fang Zong understood this principle and laughed, "Don't worry, I wasn't planning on getting any clothes."

He closed his eyes, constantly conceiving a blueprint, while the blue iron crystals continued to melt and slowly coalesce.

Finally, Fang Zong opened his eyes, raised his hand, and tiny blue light snakes wrapped around his arm and attached themselves to the Thunderous Cry.

"Haha, so that's what it is!" Ninth Sister laughed.

Fang Zong muttered to himself, "Of course it's this kind of thing." He stood up, stepped out of the bubble, squatted down and touched the large carp whose scales had turned into gold and silver. Its body then transformed into a shimmering water butterfly and scattered in all directions.

August 23, 2019.

End of Heat!

The Beginning of Autumn, also known as the End of Heat, signifies the departure of the hot weather. It is also the start of the new school year for some middle schools.

In a remote mountainous area on the western outskirts of Shimen City, a middle school has started its new semester.

Strangely, this middle school, despite having an officially recognized status, only has classes for repeat students preparing for the high school entrance exam.

"Tuimu Middle School? Strange, this... should be Linshui Village Middle School."

Fang Zong glanced at his phone's navigation, then at the school's sign, and muttered to himself softly.

A wisp of smoke hovered over his shoulder, transforming into the shape of an arrow pointing towards Tuimo Middle School. Fang Zong glanced around and spotted a small village in the distance, but it was abandoned; the villagers seemed to have migrated away long ago.

A stream flows around the school, where autumn grasses and fallen leaves grow, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

"It is a beautiful view, but unfortunately Shimen City is a very prosperous city that needs people and is moving its residents to the city."

Fang Zong simply stuffed the cigarette into his pocket and began to enjoy the scenery with great interest.

"Are you a new student?" someone suddenly asked.

Fang Zong turned around and looked in the direction of the hoarse voice, and saw a woman's gaunt face.

The woman's skin was very dry, and her face was shaped like a shoehorn, which was unsightly. Yet, she wore an enigmatic smile. Her large eyes were like two deep holes, with small eyeballs set inside, revealing a faint, eerie light, making her eyes seem unfathomable.

"Me? A student? Thank you for the compliment!" Fang Zong was speechless.

He's already this age. Even if he's handsome, well, no one should praise themselves like that. Anyway, he doesn't think he's the kind of person who would run away to attend junior high school.

The woman still smiled mysteriously: "What are you talking about? How could you come here without an admission notice?" He looked at Fang Zong and found that Fang Zong was clean and tidy. Apart from carrying a violin case, he looked like a rich young master.

[Ha, insatiable greed! You're already wealthy, yet you still come here to push the millstone and attend middle school. You deserve to never be reincarnated!]

The woman smiled even more mysteriously and turned around directly: "My name is Lin Jian, and I am your special course teacher. Please come with me."

"OK."

Fang Zong glanced at the woman's back and discovered that Lin Jian, who was quite ugly, possessed a very graceful figure from behind.

A slender waist, a pert bottom; judging from the curves of her clothes, what she's wearing is the kind of figure and beauty that would drive any man in the world crazy.

Thinking of Lin Jian's ugly face again, Fang Zong couldn't help but laugh and followed.

Upon entering the school, one is greeted by the playground. The simple playground once featured a national flag, but it was gone, replaced by a strip of white cloth. Fang Zong bit his lip, stared at the cloth with a slightly fierce expression, and then laughed even more heartily.

His smile contained anger.

He was enraged and wanted to kill the ghost.

Lin Jian was completely unaware of this and led Fang Zong into the classroom.

It was called a classroom, but it was actually a low-ceilinged old house from the 1980s, furnished with simple desks, some even with three legs. There were about twenty students sitting inside, most of whom were the same age as Wang Mingxing, but there were also some older students, including old men and women.

"Class, quiet down, class is starting."

Lin Jian's voice was still hoarse, and Fang Zong felt it was somewhat feigned. She tapped the blackboard and said, "Today you have come to this school, so I must tell you that this is not an ordinary middle school. This middle school has a very strange course in your eyes: 'Ghost Raising Course'!"

"Huh? Raising ghosts?" Fang Zong chuckled.

He suddenly understood the origin of the name "Tuimu Middle School". Tuimu Middle School, isn't it just "money can make the devil push the millstone"?

It seems that all the 'students' here have paid a lot of money, only to be scammed.

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