Guo Tianyi slowly stood up, his face full of remorse: "Your Excellency, it was my mistake in judging people poorly that I made a grave error."
"Oh?" Han Wentian's eyes were like an eagle's, fixed on Guo Tianyi, and he pressed, "What exactly happened to make you feel so guilty?"
Guo Tianyi presented the letter with trembling hands, saying in a heavy tone, "My lord, this is a personal letter from Mr. Fang Han, the newly appointed Supreme Guest Elder of the Demon Suppression Division. Shi Tianming, whom I have always regarded as a trusted confidant and cultivated, has actually done such an outrageous thing..."
Han Wentian took the letter, unfolded the paper, and quickly scanned the words between the lines.
"This Mr. Fang Han is indeed mysterious and unpredictable. I've heard that he once saved the Prince of Zhenbei, who told me personally that Fang Han's strength is unfathomable, far surpassing his own. Moreover, the Fang family of Yanming City rose to prominence because of Fang Han, and they are now able to refine top-grade Body Tempering Pills, Meridian Opening Pills, and even Qi Transformation Pills. I've always wanted to befriend such an outstanding alchemist and expert. I never expected that the Shi family of Guyue City would be so foolish as to openly offend Mr. Fang Han. It's truly unforgivable. Of course, this matter has nothing to do with you. You made a poor choice in personnel, but you took the initiative to admit your mistake, which shows that you know your error and are willing to correct it. I will not punish you."
After reading the letter, he fell into a brief silence, then slowly stood up and paced back and forth in the hall. He quickly made a decision: "Here's what we'll do. You and I will take a small team to Guyue City. We should help Mr. Fang Han resolve the Shi family's matter. If he has to handle this himself, then our governance capabilities will become a joke."
"Alright, I'll follow your arrangements, Princess!"
Guo Tianyi nodded respectfully, a hint of relief flashing across his face.
Princess Han Wentian did not reprimand him for his poor judgment of character, which made his heart, which had been in his throat, quietly settle down.
He secretly pondered that Shi Tianming was only a minor general now. If this guy were to rise to a high position of power in the future, he would definitely be implicated once the truth came out. At that time, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to get rid of the connection.
Soon, Prefect Han Wentian and Commandant Guo Tianyi selected ten highly skilled fighters.
Dressed in light clothing and with swords at their waists, the group galloped towards Guyue City amidst the clatter of hooves.
Meanwhile, in the weapon-refining pavilion of Yanming City, Fang Han was concentrating on refining a divine weapon.
This was his second attempt to forge a true divine weapon, and his technique was becoming increasingly skillful compared to the last time.
He used talismans as fire, and the blazing talisman fire instantly melted the refined steel, turning it into molten steel, which then condensed into a sword embryo within the sword mold.
He repeatedly hammered the sword blank with a heavy hammer to shape it, and then he incorporated the five-colored gemstones into it one by one.
At the crucial moment of forging the sword blank, Fang Han slowly infused the sword blank with the true essence of martial arts he had comprehended, like threads of silk.
Immediately afterwards, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a drop of his essence blood dripped from his fingertip and merged into the Yin-Yang Cauldron.
As a pure Yang holy body, his essence and blood contain powerful energy, which, when integrated into weapons, imbues them with a unique aura.
Fang Han was so engrossed in the refining process that everything around him seemed irrelevant.
His gaze was fixed on the sword blank, striving to perfect every detail, and all his energy and spirit were concentrated on it.
Time passed by unnoticed, and finally, the refining was about to be completed, and the talisman fire in the Yin-Yang Cauldron gradually went out.
The sword hovering in front of Fang Han looked dull and lifeless, covered with a layer of gray, like a piece of worthless scrap iron.
Gongsun Yaoqin stood to the side, her brows furrowed, secretly worried.
In her opinion, her master's attempt to forge a divine weapon this time was likely to end in failure again.
"Consecration!"
Fang Han, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the futon, suddenly stood up, looked up at the sky and roared, the sound making the walls of the weapon refining pavilion vibrate.
He extended a finger and lightly flicked it on the suspended longsword.
"Buzz!"
The longsword emitted a dragon's roar, the sound so real it seemed to pierce the clouds.
The gray matter on the sword fell off layer by layer like snowflakes. With the sound of a dragon's roar, the sword gradually became brighter. Runes flowed on the sword, the light flashed, and a powerful aura rushed out.
"It's done!"
Fang Han breathed a sigh of relief, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.
Upon seeing this, Gongsun Yaoqin's previously anxious heart finally settled down, her eyes filled with admiration and joy.
With such a commotion in the weapon-refining pavilion, Fang Gaoyang, Fang Zhendong, Tang Yumei, Fang Sihai, Fang Qing, Fang Yingxue, Zhou Chi, as well as Master Huang and the elders of the Elder Hall, all rushed over.
"What happened?"
Zhou Chi had the loudest voice; he shouted as soon as he entered the weapon-refining pavilion.
He thought that Gongsun Yaoqin had been forging a weapon and then it exploded.
He originally learned alchemy from Fang Zhendong, but Fang Han later discovered that he had a greater talent in weapon crafting, so he focused on training him in weapon crafting, especially in forging sword and saber embryos, which he was very good at.
Even some of the elders of the Fang family couldn't match him in weapon crafting.
However, ever since Gongsun Yaoqin became Fang Han's disciple, he was no longer the best at weapon crafting, because Gongsun Yaoqin had a higher talent in this area.
Moreover, Gongsun Yaoqin has a higher talent in cultivation. He is only a high-level martial artist, but Gongsun Yaoqin is already a mid-level martial master.
Just as he thought Gongsun Yaoqin had failed in her weapon forging attempt and felt a little relieved, thinking that even this female demon could make a mistake, he saw a sword moving around in the weapon forging pavilion like a dragon.
This sword exudes extraordinary power, surpassing any top-grade spiritual weapon at a glance; it's no longer just a top-grade spiritual weapon.
"This...this is a divine artifact, a divine weapon!"
"My God, Young Master Fang has forged a divine weapon..."
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