In the cultivation world, weapons are classified into strict grades based on their quality and power.

Only swords that reach the level of magical artifacts are qualified to be called magical swords. They are not only extremely sharp, but can also resonate with the true energy of cultivators.

Once it breaks through the boundaries of magical artifacts and reaches the level of spiritual artifacts, it is called a spiritual sword.

As for swords of divine weapon level, those are the legendary divine swords.

The divine sword possessed a trace of sentience, as if it had a life of its own, and could communicate with its master's mind. It was the supreme divine weapon that countless cultivators dreamed of.

For Gongsun Yaoqin, the divine sword had always existed only in legends and ancient records. Although she longed for it, she had never had the chance to see its true form.

At this moment, Fang Han and Gongsun Yaoqin were standing in the weapon-refining workshop, their eyes focused on the sword on the table that was radiating a cold light.

Fang Han reached out and gently stroked the sword, his eyes filled with regret: "This sword is still a little short of perfection, failing to reach the level of a divine sword. Although it has surpassed the level of a high-grade spiritual sword and reached the level of a top-grade spiritual sword, it is still one step away from my goal."

This was the first time he had failed to achieve his expected results in the weapon-refining process since his reincarnation and rebirth in the Qiankun Continent.

The failure to refine the weapon this time was not due to his lack of skill, but rather to his current level of cultivation.

Weapons of divine quality have long transcended the category of ordinary objects and possess unique spirituality.

But this sword, despite its immense power, still lacks that crucial element of spirituality.

"A top-grade spirit sword is already a rare divine weapon in the world. At least it is not a piece of junk; it is priceless and enough to drive countless people crazy."

Gongsun Yaoqin tried to comfort Fang Han, believing that the weapon forging was undoubtedly a success.

After all, the creation of a top-grade spirit sword is an achievement that many weapon refiners can hardly attain in their entire lives.

"But in the end, it was still a waste of three multicolored gems."

Fang Han sighed deeply, his eyes filled with resentment.

He had extremely high standards for himself; in his mind, only by successfully forging a divine sword could he be considered truly successful.

"Yaoqin, you go ahead and do your work. This time, we're only one step away from success in refining the weapon. I'll think about it carefully and summarize the lessons learned. Next time, I'm sure I'll succeed."

Fang Han looked at Gongsun Yaoqin, his tone firm. Despite this setback, he was not discouraged.

In his previous life, Fang Han became a renowned sword emperor and weapon-refining master on Tenglong Star precisely because he constantly summarized his experience and improved his skills through countless failures.

At this moment, he calmed down and recalled every detail of the weapon-forging process, trying to find the reason for the failure.

In his view, failure is not terrible. As long as you can learn from your failures, you will definitely be one step closer to success next time.

Fang Han stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the forging tools on the table, muttering to himself, "If I were to infuse a drop of my true blood into the forging process, and then pour my martial arts essence into it, I might be able to imbue the sword with spirituality and successfully forge it into a divine weapon by using the power of the true blood and true essence."

After repeated contemplation and deduction, Fang Han finally sketched out a complete weapon-refining plan in his mind.

However, having experienced the previous failure, Fang Han knew that there was no room for carelessness in forging divine weapons.

This time, he wanted to be absolutely certain.

Therefore, although his ideas were clear, he did not start immediately. Instead, he chose to calm down and sort out and control every detail of the weapon-refining process.

On this day, Fang Han was completely immersed in the weapon-refining workshop, deducing the steps, adjusting the tools, and wholeheartedly preparing for the next weapon-refining session.

Meanwhile, on the distant official road leading from Yanming City to Guyue City, the caravan led by Shi Wenshan and Shi Yujiao fled in a sorry state, like stray dogs.

This time, the colorful gems loaded on the carriage to Yanming City belonged to the Poison King Sect, but the people in charge of escorting them were from the Shi family.

At this moment, inside the Shi family manor in Guyue City, Shi Tianyong, the head of the Shi family, was leisurely sitting in the courtyard, having breakfast with his wife Wen Min, eagerly anticipating the good news that his son and daughter would bring back from the successful auction.

After all, Lin Yao, the sect leader of the Poison King Sect, had promised that the Shi family would receive a generous 30% of the profits after the gem auction.

Yanming City and Guyue City are hundreds of miles apart. Shi Wenshan and his group originally planned to sell all the colorful gems, spend a few more days sightseeing in Yanming City, and then return to Guyue City.

But now that Shi Wenshan's cultivation has been destroyed and his shoulder blades have been shattered, they have no choice but to travel overnight back to the Shi family to ask for help and settle accounts with Fang Han.

The convoy finally arrived at Guyue City the following morning, covered in dust from their journey.

"Master, the young master and young lady have returned!"

While Shi Tianyong and his wife were having their meal, Shi Wei, a member of a collateral branch of the Shi family, stumbled into the courtyard, his voice trembling slightly with anxiety.

"What's the panic! Shi Wei, you're forty years old, why are you still acting like a young boy, so easily flustered in the face of trouble!"

Wen Min raised her eyebrows, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face.

Born into the Wen family, a prominent family in Guyue City, she not only has a powerful background but also possesses cultivation comparable to Shi Tianyong, both being high-level martial masters, and thus enjoys considerable prestige within the Shi family.

"Madam, something's wrong! Young Master and Miss seem to be injured!"

Shi Wei, without even wiping the sweat from his forehead, hurriedly reported the incident.

For many years, he had been running errands for Shi Tianyong and was one of Shi Tianyong's confidants.

"Injured? He was just going to Yanming City to sell some stones, how could he have gotten injured? Didn't Sect Master Lin Yao go with him?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Min slammed her chopsticks down on the table with a "clatter," her face filled with shock.

Shi Tianyong also put down his chopsticks and looked intently at Shi Wei, saying in a deep voice, "What exactly happened? Tell me in detail!"

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