Flames roared inside the furnace, and the materials that had been put in earlier had now melted into liquid metal.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng's hands continued to change hand seals. As each seal was struck on the refining furnace, the furnace body trembled incessantly, emitting a sound like metal clashing against stone.
The alchemists present were already discussing it, and even the elders of the Netherworld Sect joined in the discussion.
"What weapon-refining technique is Mr. Feng using?"
"Yes, I've never seen it before."
"Mr. Feng is truly a man of great talent!"
"Mr. Feng has only been in our sect for a little over ten days, yet he has already become an inner disciple and gained the sect leader's favor. His progress is truly astounding. I initially thought it was because the sect leader was too kind to him, but now it seems that's not the case. Mr. Feng truly has real skills!"
"yes!"
The alchemists and elders present chatted away, one after another, without stopping.
The weapon-forging technique that Ye Feng is currently using is called the Heaven-Breaking Forging Chapter, which is an extremely powerful weapon-forging method.
The most distinctive feature of this weapon-forging method is its speed, but it is quite difficult to learn and practice. Without putting in enough effort, it is absolutely impossible to master it.
Before we knew it, more than an hour had passed.
Night Breeze's weapon forging finally came to an end.
After he cast the final spell, the furnace body trembled violently, and the furnace lid opened with a bang.
Thin streaks of silver light shot out from the furnace opening and gathered around Ye Feng.
These fine silver threads, as thin as hair, are actually silver needles!
"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting." Ye Feng put away the 1,800 silver needles he had crafted, stood up and smiled.
Bai Lan immediately asked, "Mr. Feng, did you successfully forge the weapon?"
"Yes, it went very smoothly, it's a success." Night Breeze nodded.
The person who was happiest upon hearing this was naturally Tong Kui.
Tong Kui quickly stepped forward and said, "Then what are we waiting for, Mr. Feng? Please help my disciple!"
"Elder Tong, please calm down and don't be so impatient."
Ye Feng chuckled and then walked up to Chen Jiaqing, Tong Kui's disciple.
Chen Jiaqing is still unconscious, but because the Star Shift Pill that Luo Zhui just refined has alleviated his symptoms of blocked true qi, his condition is much better than before.
After taking a deep breath, Ye Feng sat down cross-legged in front of Chen Jiaqing and let out a soft shout.
"go!"
Ye Feng raised his hand and pointed, and strands of silver threads flew out from his hand and immediately entered Chen Jiaqing's body.
Chen Jiaqing's body immediately began to tremble violently, and a look of pain appeared on his face.
"Elder Tong, immediately restrain Chen Jiaqing to prevent him from moving around!" Ye Feng reminded him.
"OK!"
Tong Kui strode over and pinned Chen Jiaqing's shoulders and arms down.
Chen Jiaqing was thus unable to move and could only lie on the ground like a puppet.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng's silver needles had already entered Chen Jiaqing's veins and were traveling throughout his body's meridians.
Wherever there is a blockage in the vital energy, these silver needles will forcefully clear the blockage.
This process naturally caused Chen Jiaqing some harm and considerable pain.
However, as time went on, Chen Jiaqing's qi stagnation improved.
Before we knew it, half an hour had passed.
The blockage of true energy in Chen Jiaqing's body was completely resolved by the night wind.
"receive!"
Ye Feng raised his hand and sent strands of silver threads flying out of Chen Jiaqing's body and back into Ye Feng's hand.
Eighteen hundred slender, short silver needles gathered in Ye Feng's hand into a small silver ball the size of a walnut, which Ye Feng then stored in his storage ring.
"Mr. Feng, my disciple is all better? If that's the case, why hasn't he woken up yet?" Tong Kui asked, both expectant and nervous.
“He’ll wake up soon,” Night Wind said.
"How much longer?" Tong Kui asked again.
"five……"
Before Ye Feng could finish uttering a single word, Tong Kui impatiently pressed, "Five quarters? Surely it's not five hours?"
"Four, three, two, one!"
As soon as the night wind counted to one, Chen Jiaqing, lying on the ground, coughed and opened his eyes, waking up from his unconsciousness.
Tong Kui was both surprised and delighted, and at the same time admired Ye Feng to the extreme.
The alchemists and elders present all looked at Ye Feng with respect and admiration.
Capable people can thrive anywhere, and talented people can earn the respect of others wherever they go.
The night breeze is now the best proof.
Logically speaking, Ye Feng's status as an inner disciple and weapon refiner should not be enough to attract the attention of the elders of the Netherworld Sect.
But now, the skills that Ye Feng has displayed have earned him the admiration of the elders of the Underworld Sect.
However, Ye Feng was not arrogant or complacent; to him, it was just a minor matter.
"Master, what's wrong with me..."
Chen Jiaqing fell into a coma when he went into a state of demonic possession, so his memory is still stuck at the moment before he fell into a coma, and he doesn't know what happened afterward.
Tong Kui said, "You unfilial disciple, you didn't concentrate on your cultivation. Even when you were meditating, you were having all sorts of wild thoughts, which led to your qi deviation! If it weren't for this Mr. Feng from the Underworld Sect, you would probably be dead already! Get up quickly and thank him properly!"
Chen Jiaqing finally realized what had happened. He quickly got up from the ground and, following his master's instructions, respectfully bowed to Ye Feng to express his gratitude.
Expressing gratitude should not be merely verbal; it must be accompanied by tangible gestures, otherwise it would be too perfunctory.
Tong Kui then took out a bag of spirit stones from his storage ring and presented it to Ye Feng with both hands.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Feng. Please accept this small gift," Tong Kui said.
Ye Feng didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the bag of spirit stones directly.
This bag contains several hundred spirit stones, all of which are high-grade spirit stones, meaning it is worth the equivalent of tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones.
This is an enormous sum of money for an ordinary martial artist.
However, Ye Feng didn't take it to heart at all.
For Ye Feng now, spirit stones are meaningless.
What happened after that was none of Ye Feng's business, so Ye Feng decided to leave.
But Bai Lan said, "Mr. Feng, please wait, I have something to say to you."
The night wind then stopped.
After Tong Kui left, Bai Lan and Zhuo Er took Ye Feng back to Tianqing Palace.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Feng, for your help. Without you, our Netherworld Sect would have been humiliated," Bai Lan said with a smile.
"Senior Sister Bai, there's no need for that. I'm also a member of the Netherworld Sect, and it's only right that I contribute to the sect," Ye Feng said modestly.
“That being said, we can’t leave without making a gesture,” Bai Lan said.
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