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“ hiss!”
Everyone's gaze turned to the small Flying Sword hovering in the air, and they collectively gasped in disbelief.
How is this possible?
How could anyone refine weapons at such an astonishing speed?
Shouldn't weapon crafting, as Master Alchemist Lang Sun Chuan said, be a meticulous process, striving for perfection step by step?
How could someone just throw a pile of crafting materials directly into the furnace and produce a spiritual weapon?
And the time taken to forge this spiritual weapon is simply too short!
Yet, the aura emanating from the Flying Sword was undeniably real.
It was definitely at the level of a spiritual weapon, and it seemed to be of quite a high grade.
“Xian'er, could he really be a Master Alchemist?”
Wuma Changkong looked at Ye Fan, disbelief etched across his face, filled with shock.
Wuma Xian'er wore an enchanting smile, blooming like a flower, but she nodded firmly, “Absolutely.”
Though she said this, even Wuma Xian'er felt a hint of astonishment within her heart.
The reason Wuma Xian'er was so certain that Ye Fan was a Master Alchemist was that he had not denied it.
Additionally, during her time tracking Ye Fan in the Riotous Immortal Sea, she had witnessed him refining weapons firsthand.
Although it wasn't as spectacular and shocking as this current refinement, his techniques, speed, and proficiency had left Wuma Xian'er deeply impressed.
In Wuma Xian'er’s eyes, even Lang Sun Chuan, the Master Alchemist, paled in comparison.
Could Lang Sun Chuan really forge a High-Quality Spirit Tool in just a moment?
The answer was clearly no, yet Ye Fan had done it.
Just like what was happening right now, in this extremely brief moment.
Ye Fan was already on the verge of completing the forging of a spirit tool.
"Impossible! How could one person have such speed in forging?" Suddenly, Lang Sun Chuan's eyes gleamed with madness as he stared at Ye Fan and said, "I am a Master Alchemist; my words are never wrong. As the saying goes, haste makes waste. Even if this kid can forge a spirit tool at such a rapid pace..."
"But until the final step is completed, it cannot be considered finished. Throughout history, I have seen too many masters of forging who, in their eagerness to succeed, caused their spirit tools to shatter at the last moment, failing at the final hurdle."
Lang Sun Chuan grew more animated as he spoke, almost convinced that Ye Fan would follow in the footsteps of those failed masters.
With a cold smirk, he said, "Kid, your forging technique may seem astonishing, but I must say you are still too young. Forging is not as simple as you imagine!"
Having already completed the shaping and opened the tool, Ye Fan glanced at Lang Sun Chuan and shook his head with a smirk. "It seems you won't give up until you hit rock bottom!"
Damn it! I’m almost done forging here, and you’re still hoping that my spirit tool will self-destruct?
For someone so narrow-minded, Ye Fan clearly didn’t know what else to say.
He decided to let his actions and results speak for themselves!
In the past, Ye Fan had forged based on his experiences from his previous life without much thought.
This time, to make it more impressive, he employed the forging techniques from his past life.
It was called the Divine Refinement Technique, which combined powerful Spiritual Sense and mental strength to forge spirit tools through relentless refinement.
As the final strike fell in the void, the myriad shadows of hammers vanished completely.
Ye Fan casually cast a mysterious seal, which instantly struck the Flying Sword he had just forged.
"Clang!"
The Flying Sword emitted a violent ringing sound, its blade trembling as it suddenly shone with an incredibly blinding Radiant Light.
The aura of the spiritual weapon suddenly spread out, becoming even stronger.
"Gather!"
With a light shout from Ye Fan, the flames extinguished, the Alchemical Furnace landed, and the Spirit Sword flew into his hand, still slightly trembling with immense pressure.
"Not bad."
After checking the level of the spiritual weapon, Ye Fan nodded casually and then tossed it toward Lang Sun Chuan.
"It... worked?"
Lang Sun Chuan was taken aback, his expression subtly darkening.
Behind Lang Sun Chuan, Hong Junfeng and several other disciples also wore grim expressions.
Suddenly seeing Ye Fan throw the newly forged Spirit Sword toward him, Lang Sun Chuan instinctively reached out to catch it and began to inspect it.
Upon closer examination, Lang Sun Chuan let out an exclamation.
"A Supreme Spirit Artifact...!"
"This... how is this possible?"
Lang Sun Chuan stared blankly at Ye Fan, his mouth agape as if he had just swallowed a fly.
"Supreme Spirit Artifact?"
At Lang Sun Chuan's exclamation, everyone was taken aback once more, their eyes filled with disbelief. Was it really possible for someone to forge a spirit artifact in such a short amount of time? And a Supreme Spirit Artifact at that?
"Quick, let me see it." Wuma Changkong stepped forward, directly approaching Lang Sun Chuan and snatching the Spirit Sword from his hands. As he examined it closely, he too was momentarily stunned, just like Lang Sun Chuan.
"Unbelievably... it really is a Supreme Spirit Artifact...!!!!"
Wuma Changkong looked at Ye Fan as if he were a monster, his hand gripping the Spirit Sword trembling slightly in excitement. To forge a Supreme Spirit Tool Flying Sword in such a brief period was beyond anything an ordinary Master Alchemist could achieve. Wuma Changkong found himself at a loss for words to describe the shock he felt inside.
"Good, good, good! My dear daughter, you have given me an enormous surprise upon your return. This is not just a great gift; it's something monumental! Having someone like Young Friend Ye Fan join us is an honor for my Supreme Demon Sect."
"From today onwards, Young Friend Ye Fan shall be the foremost Guest Expert of my Supreme Demon Lord, second only to myself and above all others. No, he shall be regarded as equal to me; anyone who meets Young Friend Ye Fan will be as if they have met me."
Wuma Changkong was now brimming with enthusiasm and confidence, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he established Ye Fan's status. Given Ye Fan's speed and skill in forging artifacts, Wuma Changkong understood well his significance and value. Not only was he the foremost Guest Expert, but whatever Ye Fan desired at this moment would be granted by Wuma Changkong without hesitation.
Even if it were for his precious daughter, he would not hesitate.
"Hehe..."
Ye Fan chuckled lightly and nodded slightly to Wuma Changkong, saying, "Thank you for your generous support, Sect Master!"
"Ah, my young friend Ye Fan, you are too polite. These are all well-deserved by you. In the future, if you need anything in the Supreme Demon Sect, just let me know," Wuma Changkong waved his hand.
Ye Fan smiled but did not respond. Instead, he turned his gaze to Lang Sun Chuan, who stood to the side and still seemed unable to believe what was happening.
Seeing Ye Fan's gaze, Lang Sun Chuan's expression darkened further, yet he shook his head and said, "This is impossible. How could anyone refine a Supreme Spirit Artifact in such a short time?"
"Impossible? Absolutely impossible..."
Ye Fan shrugged in disbelief and said disdainfully, "You must understand that there are always people beyond your imagination. Just because you think something is impossible doesn't mean others can't achieve it."
"Putting that aside, I want to ask if your face hurts? Should I write the words 'Lang Sun Chuan' backward?"
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