"rise!"

A delicate cry suddenly rang out in the weapon-refining room.

Before Fang Han could even refuse, Gongsun Yaoqin had already taken action.

She held a large iron clamp and skillfully reached into the blazing furnace.

Soon, a sword blank was steadily clamped out.

At this moment, the sword blank was glowing red-hot, like flowing magma. Under the grip of the iron clamps, it even trembled slightly, as if it was about to melt.

Although Gongsun Yaoqin has cultivated her divine sense, with her current level of divine sense strength, it is still extremely difficult for her to precisely control the opening of the refining furnace and at the same time make the sword embryo fly out on its own.

To reach that level of mastery, it would take at least several months of refinement.

Only then will she be confident in forging high-grade treasure weapons, or even more precious low-grade spiritual weapons.

Therefore, she cannot yet control some of the weapon-refining processes with her divine sense.

Gongsun Yaoqin walked briskly to the anvil on the side and gently placed the sword blank on it.

Then, she released the iron clamp, turned around, and walked straight to Fang Han's side.

She reached out her soft hand, grabbed Fang Han's hand, and with a hint of coquetry and eagerness, led him to the chopping block.

Then, she picked up the forging hammer next to her, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, and said with anticipation and longing in her eyes, "Master, please teach me how to forge swords."

Just as Fang Han was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Princess Xiao Qingluan walking gracefully towards them.

In an instant, a thought flashed through his mind, and he instinctively grabbed the long handle of the hammer.

In an instant, he stood behind Gongsun Yaoqin as if it were a natural occurrence, and the distance between the two instantly closed, almost as if he were half-embracing this beautiful female disciple.

"Jingle bells!"

The two men gripped the hammer handles with both hands and struck the bright red sword blank heavily.

Each hammer blow sent countless sparks flying, scattering through the air like dazzling fireworks bursting in the night sky.

The scene is indescribably harmonious and intimate; it's as if a sweet atmosphere truly permeates Mars.

"Yaoqin and the young master are truly a perfect match."

Zhou Chi witnessed this scene and muttered to himself at just the right moment.

He knew in his heart that Gongsun Yaoqin's deliberate intimacy with Fang Han was undoubtedly for Princess Xiao Qingluan's benefit.

If the princess were to become displeased upon seeing this scene and leave in anger, then Gongsun Yaoqin's goal would be achieved.

Zhou Chi was one of the few people who knew the Gongsun family's intentions. The Gongsun family wanted Fang Han to become their son-in-law, so they arranged for Gongsun Yaoqin to come and become their apprentice.

Nearly a month has passed, and Gongsun Yaoqin spends her days either diligently practicing her skills or studying weapon crafting. There has been no intimate interaction between her and Fang Han, nor has she ever done anything as rumored, such as climbing into Fang Han's bed.

Zhou Chi had already concluded that Gongsun Yaoqin had genuinely come to learn from him, rather than to seduce Fang Han.

However, at this moment, Gongsun Yaoqin's cheeks turned even redder.

In the past, Fang Han taught her how to refine weapons by demonstrating and explaining from the sidelines, but this time, he was giving her a real, hands-on teaching session.

Fang Han's warm body pressed tightly against her back, and their hands were truly touching.

Not only that, Fang Han's breathing was clearly audible in her ear, and his warm breath gently brushed against her ear, making her tremble slightly.

Her heart suddenly raced, as if a fawn was pounding wildly inside her.

Bathed in the light of the countless sparks flying everywhere, she felt as if everything before her was unreal.

This scene seemed to have appeared in her dreams before, a scene where she and her beloved forged peerless weapons together.

In the dream, the face of the beloved was always blurry and difficult to recognize, but at this moment, that face gradually became clear and transformed into Fang Han in front of me.

"Don't let your mind wander, focus on feeling my hammering technique."

Fang Han leaned down slightly and whispered in Gongsun Yaoqin's ear, "You still have some shortcomings in the application of this hammer technique. Ultimately, it's because your physical strength is not strong enough and you are not focused enough. In the next half month, you must focus on body tempering techniques so that you can improve your practical skills in weapon forging."

"Yes, Master."

Gongsun Yaoqin's response was delicate and melodious, just like the warbling of a nightingale in spring.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling, and the moment she looked at Fang Han, it was as if a spring breeze had brushed over her eyes and brows, unconsciously bringing a touch of spring to her.

However, she quickly regained her composure and focused all her attention on the iron hammer she was gripping tightly in her hand.

Her hands were pressed tightly against Fang Han's, and together they exerted force, rhythmically hammering the bright red sword blank.

Each hammer blow was accompanied by sparks flying, and in the blazing firelight, the two figures appeared even more intimate.

Just as sparks flew and hammers clanged in the weapon-refining room, Princess Xiao Qingluan walked into the weapon-refining pavilion with light yet hurried steps.

After joining forces to wipe out the remnants of the Hehuan Sect at Yin Yang Mountain, she returned to her brother, Prince Zhenbei, Xiao Zhan's side.

From that time on, time quietly passed, and for more than a month, she did not see Fang Han.

Xiao Qingluan knew perfectly well that Fang Han had no romantic feelings for her. Given her proud nature, she should have cut off all contact with Fang Han and ignored this man.

However, as the days went by, that longing grew stronger in her heart, like wild grass growing rampant in spring.

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