Meng Wan didn't say much, picked up the materials and prepared to throw them into the furnace.

But at this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.

"Wait, there's something wrong with this material!"

A disciple stood up, pointed at the materials in Meng Wan's hand, and spoke loudly.

Meng Wan looked up, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

She knew that someone was deliberately trying to trip her up and make things difficult for her.

"Oh? What's the problem?"

Meng Wan's voice was calm, without any emotion.

The disciple smiled proudly and pointed at the ore in Meng Wan's hand.

"This piece of red flame stone is obviously inferior. Using it to refine a spiritual weapon will only ruin the entire spiritual weapon."

The people around began to whisper, and their eyes were full of contempt when they looked at Meng Wan.

"You can't even figure out such a simple question, you're such a loser!"

"People like this don't deserve to work in a foundry!"

"If I were you, I would jump into the furnace and commit suicide to apologize, so as to avoid being blamed by the senior and having to explain myself."

Meng Wan did not argue. She just looked at the disciple quietly until the other person's smile gradually stiffened.

"I don't believe it."

"What?"

The disciple who pointed out the mistake was stunned.

"I said, I don't believe this Red Flame Stone is inferior. You come and try it for me."

As he spoke, Meng Wan moved as fast as lightning, stuffed the Red Flame Stone into the man's hand, pulled him over forcefully, and pressed his hand and the Red Flame Stone into the furnace.

"No--"

The man looked terrified and struggled desperately, but he was unable to break free from Meng Wan's grip.

The fire in the furnace was blazing, instantly engulfing the disciple's palm. The red flame stone emitted a dazzling red light under the high temperature.

The disciples' screams echoed in the foundry, making people shudder.

The people around were in an uproar. They didn't expect Meng Wan to dare to do this.

The disciples who were originally whispering to each other now looked at Meng Wan in horror and dared not say anything more.

Meng Wan let go of the disciple with a cold look in her eyes, leaving him to writhe on the ground in pain.

"Well, now I believe it. It turns out that the Red Flame Stone you gave me is really a defective product."

The burned disciple covered his arm in pain. His palm was burnt black and the red flame stone was gone.

A buzzing sound erupted from the furnace. Because a flawed red flame stone was mixed in, the spiritual weapon that was originally being refined failed.

This scene made everyone realize that Meng Wan was terrible.

No, she is even scarier than the rumors say!

He's simply a lunatic!

The person in charge of the foundry hurried over, and when he saw this scene, his face became extremely ugly.

He glanced at Meng Wan coldly, but didn't say much. He just asked someone to take the injured disciple away for treatment.

"Wait, shouldn't he compensate me?"

Meng Wan stopped the person in charge and pointed at the disciple who was about to be taken away.

"compensation?"

The person in charge of the foundry frowned, with suppressed anger in his eyes.

The person was injured so badly and the spiritual weapon was destroyed. It’s good enough that you were not held responsible. How dare you ask for compensation?

"certainly."

As if she didn't notice the person in charge's ugly expression, Meng Wan's voice remained calm.

"He deliberately gave me the flawed Red Flame Stone, wasting my time and hindering my mission, which led to the failure of refining the spiritual weapon. Shouldn't he be compensated?"

The foundry manager was so angry that he could hardly suppress his anger. Listen, what is he saying?

You've caused such a big thing, yet you're still holding on to that little thing from before?

But thinking of the incredibly fast speed at which Meng Wan attacked, he finally suppressed his anger.

Although Meng Wan's cultivation level is only the seventh level of Qi Refining, it is hard to say how strong she is!

It is true that the demonic cultivators of Xuanyin Sect love to fight, but they are not brainless fools.

"How much do you want?"

Meng Wan casually held up five fingers. "Five thousand spirit stones, isn't that a lot?"

The people around gasped. Five thousand spirit stones was not a small amount for a disciple in the Qi Refining Stage.

Many people's total assets may not be this much.

The face of the person in charge of the foundry was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out of it. He stared at Meng Wan for a long time and finally nodded.

"Okay, I'll compensate you on his behalf."

He took the storage bag from the unconscious disciple and threw it to Meng Wan.

Meng Wan took the storage bag, put it away with satisfaction, and then looked at the others.

"And you, too, need to compensate me."

"We want compensation too? Are you crazy about the spirit stones?"

"That's right, we didn't provoke you!"

The others looked at Meng Wan like she was a fool, sneering, "With such a big appetite, aren't you afraid of eating yourself to death?"

Meng Wan raised her head and looked around at the people around her.

"Are you really not involved? That person gave me the flawed Red Flame Stone. Do you dare to say you were completely unaware of this?"

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

Of course they knew about it. Before the man's hand was put into the furnace, they were secretly hoping that Meng Wan would suffer a loss.

But so what?

Meng Wan is a newcomer. Even if she has some ability, can she really go against everyone in the foundry?

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the person in charge of the foundry gave the others a look and tried to smooth things over.

"Meng Wan, you've already received compensation, so don't make things difficult for others."

Meng Wan remained unmoved. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife as she scanned the disciples one by one.

"I can let it go today, but you must remember to be more careful in the future and don't give me excuses."

After saying that, Meng Wan no longer paid attention to the crowd and turned around to fiddle with the spiritual weapon in front of her.

After hearing what Meng Wan said, the others looked surprisingly ugly.

"She's so arrogant, does she really think we're afraid of her?"

"She's only good at using dirty tricks. Who can she defeat in a real fight?"

"With so many of us, let's attack together and knock her down, then snatch her storage bag!"

However, these people used the communication wooden signs to communicate frantically, but no one dared to show any dissatisfaction on the surface.

If we attack together, we can indeed beat Meng Wan.

But the question is, who is willing to be the first to take the lead?

Forget it. Meng Wan asked for compensation, but they didn’t give it to her.

Since there is no loss, there is no need to fight with that madman.

They were very dissatisfied with Meng Wan, but they had to admit that her strength and methods were intimidating.

Some of those who were more clever began to think that they should be more careful in the foundry in the future so as not to provoke this evil star.

Meng Wan didn't have time to care about what others thought. She dealt with the materials on hand, threw them into the furnace, and watched them melt bit by bit in the flames.

When you first arrive, don't push the sheep too hard. Give them some time to recover.

The person in charge of the foundry looked at Meng Wan's back, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart.

For people like Meng Wan, as long as they don't die, their future achievements will be limitless.

No, he can't just sit there and wait for death!