Under Fang Han's powerful divine sense and precise control, the molten iron seemed to be given life, dynamically gathering and shaping. In an instant, ten well-shaped sword blanks, radiating intense heat, flew steadily onto the anvil, carrying wisps of heat.
The sword blank struck the anvil, producing a crisp sound that echoed through the weapon-refining room.
Fang Han's eyes were sharp and his expression focused. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the heavy hammer beside him.
The hammer looked extremely heavy, but in his hands it felt as light as a feather.
He raised the heavy hammer high, his muscles taut, the veins on his arms bulging slightly. With a low shout, the hammer, carrying immense force, slammed heavily onto the sword blank.
Each strike sent up dazzling sparks, and the rhythmic clanging of the hammer created a spectacular display.
After a series of hammering motions, Fang Han quickly placed the sword blank into the quenching pool that had been prepared beforehand.
In an instant, water vapor rose from the quenching pool, emitting a "sizzling" sound, as if telling the story of the transformation that the sword blank was undergoing.
After the sword embryos cooled down, Fang Han threw them back into the Yin-Yang Cauldron.
The runes on the Yin-Yang Cauldron shone brightly, and the powerful force once again tempered the sword embryo, making its internal structure more compact and its texture more resilient.
Then, Fang Han took the sword blank out of the Yin-Yang Cauldron again, placed it on the anvil, and began a second round of hammering.
This time, with the increase in the number of hammerings, the shape of the sword blank became more and more perfect, and the prototype of the sword gradually appeared.
Finally, Fang Han picked up a specially made tool and began polishing and engraving symbols on the sword.
His fingers moved nimbly across the blade, each engraving revealing his profound understanding of weapon crafting and his exquisite skills.
Before long, the sword was covered with mysterious runes, which shimmered with a faint light, as if telling of their extraordinary nature.
Under the unwavering gaze of the crowd, ten swords appeared before them in just a moment.
These ten swords are long and slender, gleaming with a cold light. The runes on the swords are faintly visible, radiating powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.
It can be said that in Yanming City, no one's weapon has ever reached such a high level.
Fang Han's weapon forging was done in batches, and of such high quality that it left the Fang family members dumbfounded and wide-eyed with astonishment.
They had high hopes for Fang Han's weapon-forging skills, but they never expected him to create such an amazing miracle.
"These ten swords are for my grandfather, parents, sister, uncle, Fang Qing, Zhou Chi, Lord Ye Zhong, Pavilion Master Lin Xunhuan, and Ye Qianqiu."
Fang Han methodically arranged the ownership of the ten swords, saying, "They will be given to the Elders' Council in the next batch."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
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Meanwhile, inside a cave dwelling on a mountain peak of the Qingxuan Sect, Wu Lei was cultivating with his ancestor, Wu Qiang.
Inside the cave, the spiritual energy was abundant, resembling a mysterious underground palace.
Time flies, and a few days pass in the blink of an eye.
Wu Qiang had previously suffered a backlash due to the destruction of his sword talisman, but his injuries have now been largely healed.
However, if he wants to break through from the early stage of the Divine Sense Realm to the middle stage, he will need to spend several months in seclusion to cultivate.
Wu Lei obtained the demon's dantian, and this powerful and mysterious force surged and raged within his body like a turbulent tide.
In a short period of time, his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds, directly breaking through from the original mid-level Martial Grandmaster to the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
“Grandfather, I think we should go back to Yanming City and settle accounts with Fang Han and the Fang family, shouldn’t we?”
After finishing his cultivation, Wu Lei slowly stood up, his eyes revealing an undisguised urgency and ruthlessness, and said to Wu Qiang.
Perhaps because the demon's dantian had been replaced, his tone of voice was completely different from before, full of arrogance and domineering.
In those eyes, besides domineering aura, there was also a hint of evil, as if they were being corrupted by some dark force.
Wu Qiang slightly raised his head, looking at the clouds and mist outside the cave. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly nodded: "Yes, we should go back to Yanming City. Since the Fang family is so capable, I estimate that the Wu family's assets have been almost completely swallowed up by the Fang family by now. If we don't seek revenge on the Fang family, the people of Yanming City will really think that our Fang family is finished."
His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of the vicissitudes of time.
Although he was unable to break through his cultivation level in a short period of time, his injuries had healed, which allowed him to regain his former confidence.
In his mind, no matter how powerful Fang Han was, he was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, while he, as a master of the Divine Sense stage, could easily crush this young man with a weak foundation and reclaim everything that belonged to the Wu family.
"Ancestor, when shall we set off?"
Wu Lei stepped forward and asked eagerly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
He could almost see the scene of returning to Yanming City and trampling Fang Han under his feet.
At this moment, he exuded an aura of arrogance, and the increase in his combat power made his confidence extremely inflated.
He had only one thought in his mind: to personally cut off Fang Han's head to wash away the shame deep in his heart.
In his memory, the scene of Fang Han crippling his cultivation in public was like an indelible scar, deeply wounding his pride.
That was the greatest humiliation of his life, and every time he thought about it, it made him grit his teeth and feel boundless hatred.
Moreover, his engagement banquet, which should have been a glorious and joyous occasion, was ruthlessly ruined by Fang Han.
Although Su Qianyu was a demoness from the Hehuan Sect, for some reason, Wu Lei could never forget her.
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