Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Han immediately taught the Xuanjin weapon refining technique to Zhou Chi, Fang Qing, and several elders of the Fang family who were interested in weapon refining.
At this point, he had already cultivated divine sense, making the teaching process much simpler.
He stretched out his finger and gently touched the space between Fang Qing and Zhou Chi's eyebrows. In an instant, the many key points and mysteries of the Xuanjin Refining Technique flowed into their consciousness like a babbling brook.
The art of refining magical artifacts with profound and complex techniques can be described as a vast and profound science.
The techniques for refining weapons contained within are ever-changing and unfathomable.
However, if you are only crafting ordinary weapons and general magical artifacts, you do not need to master all their essence. You only need to grasp some basic points to complete the crafting.
There are many intricacies involved in weapon crafting.
Besides mastering exquisite weapon-making techniques, one also needs a crucial weapon-making furnace, as well as indispensable fuel and raw materials.
As luck would have it, the Fang family's ores included not only refined iron ore but also precious fire crystals.
In this way, the Fang family doesn't need to worry about raw materials and fuel.
However, the Fang family had never been involved in the field of weapon crafting before, so they had neither a dedicated weapon crafting workshop nor a weapon crafting furnace.
But that night, everything began to change.
Under Fang Han's leadership, the entire Fang family sprang into action.
Fang Han personally worked on the blueprints, planning to build a magnificent weapon-refining pavilion in the secluded mountains behind the Fang family mansion.
As for the weapon-refining furnace, Fang Han already had a plan in mind.
He was confident that he could forge it himself with his own abilities.
At the same time, he also thought about going to some auctions in Tianyuan County to see if he could find a superior weapon-refining furnace there.
...
While the raging fire at the Zhao family manor was still burning fiercely, the blazing flames devouring everything like a greedy beast, a tall, middle-aged man with an anxious expression and a thin, black-clad servant beside him hurriedly arrived near the manor.
Both of them were high-level martial artists, exuding the sharp aura unique to martial artists.
They stared at the raging fire that engulfed the manor, their eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness.
The fire was so fierce that the intense heat made it difficult to get close.
The man in his thirties clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force. He desperately wanted to rush into the fire to put it out, but reason told him that this would be like a moth drawn to a flame, utterly futile.
The two could only helplessly hide in a dark corner, watching as the once magnificent manor was gradually devoured by the fire and turned to ashes.
Once the fire subsided a bit, the two men went to the vicinity and asked some people about the situation.
About an hour later, the man in his thirties quickly disappeared into the shadows near the Zhao family manor and hid himself, while the servant in black alertly and quietly left. A few hundred meters away, he nimbly mounted a sturdy horse and galloped off towards a farm on the outskirts of the city, kicking up dust along the way.
Upon arriving at the farm, the servant in black looked around to make sure no one was following him, then quickly entered a hidden basement.
The basement was extremely spacious and open, with many rooms distributed throughout.
In a study, a lamp cast a soft and tranquil glow. Surprisingly, Zhao Banshan and his son Zhao Tiancheng, who had not been seen in Yanming City for a long time, were hiding here.
Zhao Banshan is the grandfather of Zhao Wu, Zhao Ziyi, and Zhao Jian.
Although he was over seventy years old and had white hair, he was in good spirits and his eyes exuded an imposing aura.
Standing to the side was Zhao Tiancheng, a man in his early fifties with a resolute face. He was the current head of the Zhao family and the father of Zhao Jian, Zhao Ziyi, and Zhao Wu.
The father and son sat facing each other, the tea on the table still steaming, but neither of them had any appetite for it.
They sat quietly, without uttering a word, the air thick with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if they were all waiting for a crucial outcome.
"Xiao Hei, someone has gone to our Zhao family manor. What's the situation now?"
Upon hearing footsteps, Zhao Tiancheng abruptly raised his head, eagerly looking at the black-clad servant who had entered, and asked impatiently.
"Master, our manor has been burned to ashes."
The black-clad servant, Xiao Hei, was breathing heavily, his voice tinged with frustration, as he replied with his head bowed.
"I heard from that Taoist Qingshan that he was going to set up a Thundercloud Sword Formation in the manor. It seems that he used magic to burn the Fang family's experts to death? Just who are the Fang family, that they dare to enter my Zhao family's manor?"
Excitement instantly surged across Zhao Tiancheng's face. He stood up, paced back and forth, and his eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of revenge.
He had full confidence in the people of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect.
After all, Master Qingshan was already a mid-stage Foundation Establishment expert. In his opinion, no matter how powerful the Fang family was, they were definitely no match for Master Qingshan.
Zhao Tiancheng had met Su Qianyu's mother, Ouyang Yan. In his mind, Ouyang Yan should be at the level of a high-level Martial Grandmaster, and among high-level Martial Grandmasters, her strength was unparalleled.
That's why the Su family couldn't defeat Fang Han despite their repeated attempts. After receiving this information, he became convinced that the Fang family must have a mysterious expert in charge.
Despite being filled with hatred because his son Zhao Jian was killed by the Fang family, he and his father Zhao Banshan weighed the pros and cons and never dared to seek revenge on the Fang family.
Left with no other choice, he wrote a letter to his daughter Zhao Ziyi, who was far away in the Longyuan Sword Mansion and would be entering the Longyuan Sword Sect in a few months, earnestly asking her to ask the people of the Longyuan Sword Sect for help.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
