With her comprehension of the Star-Falling Sword, the two trials in the Fantasy Dragon Palace, and the experience gained from studying various strange and unusual arts during this period, Mu Hanyan's understanding of the laws of heaven and earth has actually far exceeded her level of cultivation.
If there was no one to guide her and she had to rely on herself to figure it out, it might be difficult to integrate it into the art of alchemy. However, after seeing Feng Qingyu's previous method and carefully pondering it, Mu Hanyan's mind suddenly became clear.
Looking at Mu Hanyan's hand gestures, Feng Qingyu's smug smile gradually froze on his face, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
How is this possible?
Mu Hanyan's hand gestures were the same as before. Some of them were learned from him, some were learned from Tianjin Palace, and the remaining part was figured out by herself.
Although these hand gestures are a little awkward, there is no mistake at all. Moreover, several different hand gestures are integrated into one, so seamlessly that there is not even a single conflict.
You know, it took me more than thirty years to learn how to refine this magic weapon. How could Mu Hanyan learn it so quickly?
Just when Feng Qingyu was surprised, Mu Hanyan felt a sense of understanding and joy in her heart.
It was not until she tried to refine the magic weapon herself that Mu Hanyan discovered that the refining of this magic weapon did not require as high alchemical skills as she had imagined, but instead required a higher understanding of the laws.
As long as one has sufficient understanding of the laws of heaven and earth, and uses them to adjust the hand gestures and control the temperature, refining magic tools is not much more difficult than refining other tools.
Of course, this is only for her. For others, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth is as difficult as ascending to heaven. Many people have practiced for hundreds of years and can only touch the edge of the laws. Wanting to integrate them into alchemy is nothing but a pipe dream.
Only a unique and extraordinary cultivator like Mu Hanyan would find it simple. After all, unlike others, her comprehension of the laws far exceeds her own cultivation level.
Finally, the golden bracelet gradually took shape, and a faint white light appeared in Mu Hanyan's palm.
For Mu Hanyan, the greatest difficulty in refining magical instruments lies in controlling the temperature. Just like alchemy, it's difficult to master this temperature without ten or eight years of practice. The slightest error will result in a pile of scrap metal. But don't forget, Mu Hanyan also has the Primal Chaos Fire. While this fire is still extremely weak and can't be used directly to refine instruments as Ling Baobao suggested, it's a foolproof aid in controlling the temperature.
"Buzz" As Feng Qingyu stared in amazement, a bracelet shining with golden light appeared before his eyes.
"Fatty, do you want to try the power of this magic weapon I refined?" Mu Hanyan said to Feng Qingyu with a little pride.
"What, Fatty, I'm your master." The Fatty was furious.
"I haven't taken you as my master. With just these little tricks, you want to take me, Mu Hanyan, as your disciple. Don't you think you are a little too shameless?" Mu Hanyan smiled contemptuously.
"A mere trifle! How dare you say my alchemy is a mere trifle? Very well, I'll show you a few more of my skills." The fat man's self-esteem was greatly hurt. He snatched the alchemy furnace in anger and made quick hand gestures.
He didn't notice at all that there was a sly smile in Mu Hanyan's eyes.
No matter how much she despised Feng Qingyu's character, Mu Hanyan had to admit that this sleazy fat man's alchemy skills were indeed superb. If she could master it, she might be able to repair the Glazed Sacred Armor on her own.
However, even for the sake of the Glazed Sacred Armor, Mu Hanyan was determined not to accept Feng Qingyu as her master. There was no other way, because he was so despicable. With a master like this, Miss Mu was afraid that she would never be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of her life.
Mu Hanyan was unwilling to become his disciple, but also wanted to learn his alchemy. The best way Mu Hanyan could think of was to provoke him.
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A night passed quickly, and when a hint of white appeared on the horizon, Mu Hanyan stopped again.
There was already a large pile of various magical weapons on the table, half of which were made by Feng Qingyu and the other half were made by Mu Hanyan.
"It's too easy. Isn't there something more difficult?" Mu Hanyan threw the magic weapon in her hand onto the table and said with a lingering feeling.
Although the magical instruments that Feng Qingyu refined later became higher and higher in quality and the techniques became more and more difficult, Mu Hanyan already knew the principles behind them and did not blindly follow his techniques. Instead, she relied on her own understanding of the laws and the miraculous effects of the Chaos Sky Fire to successfully refine them one by one.
Feng Qingyu finally closed her wide-open mouth and was speechless for a long time.
It was really unexpected that the alchemy technique that took him decades to master was not difficult for Mu Hanyan. No matter what sophisticated technique it was, she could master it in one go.
Fang Qingyu was pleasantly surprised by this talent, yet also felt a sense of deep disappointment. Over the past few hundred years, he had traveled extensively, visiting Longyan Academy several times, hoping to find a successor. However, compared to Mu Hanyan, those so-called geniuses were so mediocre that calling him a mere mediocre was a compliment.
However, precisely because Mu Hanyan's talent was so extraordinary, even he himself felt that he was not qualified to accept her as his disciple.
Living in the same era as someone like Mu Hanyan, not only the academy disciples are under tremendous pressure, but even hermit masters like Feng Qingyu are under the same pressure.
"That's all? Then I'm going to bed. If I had known that this was all you could do, I would have gone to bed earlier." Mu Hanyan yawned and said.
"Hmph, these magic weapons only take a moment to refine, so they are naturally not too difficult. They can't be called top-grade either. Wait until I refine a decent magic weapon some other time, and then I'll let you see it." Feng Qingyu was so angry that he didn't mention the matter of accepting a disciple. He walked away with a sullen face.
Seeing Feng Qingyu give up just like that, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She had originally thought that if she provoked him, she would gain more.
After a hard night, Mu Hanyan felt a little tired. She put away the magic weapons and went into the room to rest.
"Haha, this kid is teachable, this kid is teachable!" In the house next to him, Gong Hongru stroked his long beard and talked to himself with a gratified smile on his face.
When one's strength reaches Mu Hanyan's level, one can recover without resting for too long. When Gu Yushu prepared breakfast and Hua Yue and the others finished washing up and sat down at the table, Mu Hanyan also walked out of the room in high spirits.
"Disciple greets Master." Tan Yu and the Gu brothers all bowed respectfully.
"No need to be so formal at home." Mu Hanyan waved her hand and said.
When he accepted them as disciples, the main reason was to help them stay in the academy. Mu Hanyan was not used to being carefully served by their master every day.
"By the way, you were practicing alchemy last night, how was your progress?" Hua Yue asked.
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