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"Putting on a show."
Seeing Ye Fan actually summon an Alchemical Furnace, Lang Sun Chuan flicked his sleeve and snorted coldly, clearly disdainful.
Did he really think that just by bringing out a broken Alchemical Furnace, he could forge a spiritual weapon?
It was simply absurd; the more he pretended now, the harder he would fall later.
The other disciples of the Supreme Demon Sect were momentarily stunned when they saw Ye Fan summon the Alchemical Furnace, but soon their expressions mirrored Lang Sun Chuan's, revealing a hint of mocking smiles.
To show off in front of a Master Alchemist was akin to brandishing a sword in front of Guan Yu; it would only lead to ridicule.
"Xian'er, do you really think he can forge a weapon?" Wuma Changkong couldn't help but ask quietly.
Wuma Xian'er smiled brightly, her confidence in Ye Fan unwavering. "Just wait and see."
"Since that's the case, I can't wait to see what kind of talent my daughter has brought back!" With Wuma Xian'er so confident in Ye Fan, Wuma Changkong said no more and let out a hearty laugh.
"Buzz!"
Ye Fan wasted no time; under his control, the Alchemical Furnace floated into the air.
Then, a strand of blazing flame erupted in Ye Fan's palm and was directly thrust beneath the Alchemical Furnace, roaring to life.
"Fire is merely the most basic requirement for forging. Anyone can wield it; don't think that this alone will allow you to forge a spiritual weapon. If you do, you'll probably end up as a laughingstock!"
Ye Fan controlled the flames, burning beneath the Alchemical Furnace, while Lang Sun Chuan stood nearby, casually commenting.
Ye Fan paid him no mind, merely smiling lightly. With a wave of his hand, all the materials needed for refining floated out and were absorbed into the Alchemical Furnace.
"Nonsense, absolute nonsense!"
Seeing Ye Fan's actions, Lang Sun Chuan shook his head in mockery.
"Refining requires precision; just like cultivation, it demands a step-by-step approach. You must add the materials needed for refining one by one into the furnace, then repeatedly purify them to remove impurities."
"Only after extracting all the impurities from one material can you proceed to add the next."
"To throw all the materials needed for refining into the furnace at once is sheer folly."
"Not even a Master Alchemist would do such a thing. Even a novice in refining would know better!"
Lang Sun Chuan couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment and turned to Wuma Xian'er, saying, "Miss Xian, is this what you call a Master Alchemist? It truly opens my eyes!"
Upon hearing Lang Sun Chuan's words, several disciples of the Supreme Demon Sect behind them nodded in agreement.
Though they didn't understand refining deeply, they still grasped some basic knowledge about it.
From Ye Fan's actions and methods, it was clear he lacked understanding of refining.
"Sigh..."
Someone sighed inwardly.
This young man was favored by the young lady, and now the sect leader had even promised him the position of Elder Guest. Why did he have to act so foolishly and boast so brazenly?
The young lady was also taken aback, having been deceived by this kid.
Even Wuma Changkong couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly after witnessing Ye Fan's actions.
As Lang Sun Chuan had said, crafting requires a cautious approach, progressing step by step.
Someone like Ye Fan, who approached crafting in such a manner, was not only unheard of but also unprecedented.
However, seeing Wuma Xian'er still brimming with confidence in Ye Fan, Wuma Changkong chose not to say much. As long as his daughter was happy, what did it matter if some time was wasted?
Observing the expressions of those around him, Lang Sun Chuan's smile became even more sardonic.
Go ahead and craft; let's see what you can boast about when nothing comes out of it.
At that moment, several figures rushed in from a distance and landed swiftly before Lang Sun Chuan and the others.
It was Hong Junfeng along with several disciples of Lang Sun Chuan.
"Master, respected teacher."
Upon arrival, Hong Junfeng first greeted Wuma Changkong and Lang Sun Chuan respectfully. Then his gaze turned cold as he scanned Ye Fan, his expression growing even more frigid.
However, he quickly masked it. If this little brat truly was the child of Wuma Xian'er and someone else,
then that meant he was Wuma Changkong's grandson. Some thoughts were best kept to oneself; if he revealed them and Wuma Changkong found out he intended to target his grandson, that would be problematic.
"Ah, Junfeng, weren't you supposed to pick up Miss Xian? Why are you back now?" Lang Sun Chuan suddenly recalled that earlier Hong Junfeng had gone to fetch Wuma Xian'er.
"Yes, Junfeng, did you not encounter her?" Wuma Changkong casually asked as well.
Hong Junfeng glanced at Wuma Xian'er, then cupped his fists toward Wuma Changkong and said, "Master, Junfeng has already met Xian'er. I was just delayed by some matters and couldn't return with Miss Xian."
"Oh, I see!" Wuma Changkong scanned Hong Junfeng and the others, clearly noticing their unusual expressions, but he simply nodded and said, "As long as you've met her, that's good."
Hong Junfeng stepped back behind Lang Sun Chuan and fixed his gaze on Ye Fan, asking, "Master, is he refining tools?"
Lang Sun Chuan couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Refining tools? Well, if you say he's refining tools, then I suppose he is! After all, this young friend Ye Fan is the Master Alchemist brought back by Miss Xian."
"Master Alchemist? Isn't he her son?" Hong Junfeng murmured in surprise.
"Junfeng, what are you saying? What son?" Lang Sun Chuan raised an eyebrow at Hong Junfeng's mumbling.
"Ah, it's nothing, Master!" Hong Junfeng quickly shook his head.
Lang Sun Chuan nodded. "Then let's go see what this Master Alchemist is capable of! It will be a good opportunity for us to learn."
Of course, anyone could hear the sarcasm in Lang Sun Chuan's words.
"Yes, Master." Hong Junfeng nodded respectfully, though confusion lingered in his heart as he turned his gaze toward Ye Fan.
Ye Fan paid no attention to the others and swiftly purified the materials in the Alchemical Furnace. He then fused them together, and under his mental control, the combined refining materials suddenly flew out and hovered above the Alchemical Furnace.
All the materials had become incredibly pure, glowing red from the flames' heat.
Then, under Ye Fan's mental manipulation, they began to change shape. When they finally settled into form, it was vaguely apparent that it was a tapered shape resembling a longsword.
Bang bang bang!
"Clang, clang!"
Amidst the searing flames, a myriad of hammer shadows suddenly filled the air, continuously striking the tapering blade of the longsword, making it even more refined and exquisite.
The sound of metal clashing echoed like a stampede of thousands of horses, resembling a graceful melody.
After an incredibly fierce and rhythmic pounding,
the taper of the longsword had become remarkably intricate and delicate.
A faint aura of spiritual pressure began to emanate from the sword's body.
"He actually forged a spiritual weapon..."
Sensing the unique aura and pressure of the spiritual weapon, everyone present, except for Wuma Xian'er,
gaped in disbelief, including Lang Sun Chuan and Wuma Changkong.
Lang Sun Chuan thought to himself, "I can't believe my eyes; he really did forge it..."
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