An Zhenshan looked very sincere, and Fang Yan did not have any thoughts of keeping it to herself.
On the surface, if the matter of becoming his disciple was successful, it might become a good story in the future.
However, Fang Yan felt that something was wrong. He thought for a moment and asked,"Master An, I admire your humble spirit, but there's one thing I don't understand! You have a reason to acknowledge me as your master, but I have no reason to accept you as my disciple!”
"Advanced skills should be passed down," An Zhenshan quickly said. I don't think you want the forging technique that you painstakingly researched to be passed down, right?”
Fang Yan looked at An Zhenshan's white hair and said with a strange expression,"Even if I want to pass on my skills, I should at least find a few younger disciples, right?”
An Zhenshan immediately understood what Fang Yan meant. He said bitterly,"I admit that I am old, but I think…I should be able to live for another few decades.”
Suddenly, An Zhenshan's body tilted and he knelt on the ground.
"I beg you, please take me as your disciple!”
Fang Yan saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly helped An Zhenshan up.
"Eh? Master An, you're going too far! You're so old, how can you kneel down so casually? You can't do that!"
An Zhenshan rubbed his eyes and said with snot and tears,"Please have pity on me, an old man! I'm already so old. I don't seek fame or profit. I just want to be able to forge the strongest weapon and pursue the truth of forging. Grandmaster Fang, please grant this old man's wish!”
Fang Yan was really a little touched. People like An Zhenshan were really rare these days.
Earlier, he had sent gifts and blessings, and now, he had even personally come to acknowledge him as his master.
Even if it was a lie, this sincerity was enough.
Fang Yan thought about it and finally said,"How about this? I'll let you observe from the side once. If you feel that you've gained something after watching it and insist on acknowledging me as your master, then I'll take you in as my disciple.”
What he used was the art of refining weapons, not the art of forging. He did not believe that a martial master who did not even know how to use spiritual will would be able to see through it.
Seeing that Fang Yan had finally relented, An Zhenshan quickly said,"Good, good, good! This old man wants to see it."
Fang Yan asked Yu Youya to come out and greet Wen Xiuyue's mother. Then, she brought An Zhenshan into the forging workshop.
……
When they arrived at the forging workshop, An Zhenshan hurriedly said,"I'll help you start the fire."
"No need. I don't need to go through so much trouble to forge equipment." Fang Yan waved her hand.”
An Zhenshan was confused. Wasn't the first step of forging equipment to start a fire? How did it become troublesome?
Before An Zhenshan could be lost for too long, Fang Yan had already begun a series of 'enigmatic' operations.
An Zhenshan did not understand and could only watch from the side.
Then, he looked at it without blinking.
He saw that Fang Yan's hands were emitting blue flames out of nowhere.
"This…this is the legendary immortal technique? Or is it a westerner's magic?"
It seemed that due to different beliefs, after the recuperation of reiki, most westerners could also use reiki to cultivate, but what they cultivated were magic and battle energy.
Battle energy and martial arts elemental energy were somewhat similar, but magic was a little unimaginable.
If magic appeared in the west, then immortal techniques should also appear in the east.
However, after so many years, only a few western descendants would occasionally use magic in the eastern land. No one had ever seen immortal magic.
As time passed, the Eastern Dragon tribe thought that they could only cultivate martial arts.
Now, when An Zhenshan saw flames appear out of thin air in Fang Yan's hand, he was a little suspicious. Could it be that there were immortal techniques in the East, but people did not know how to cultivate them?
What happened next made An Zhenshan even more convinced that Fang Yan was using an immortal technique.
He saw a few fifth-tier materials fly into the fire and melt in an extremely short period of time.
"This…this melting speed is so fast! How high was the temperature of the flame? However, I couldn't feel any heat at all. Magic definitely couldn't do this. It must be an immortal technique!”
Although the magic used by Westerners was wonderful, its lethality was only so-so. Compared to martial arts elemental energy and battle energy, the advantage was not particularly obvious.
Fang Yan's flames could easily melt grade-5 materials, so it was far beyond what westerners could compare to.
An Zhenshan focused his mind and tried his best to understand Fang Yan's forging process.
However, the more he looked, the more confused he became. Until the end of this refinement, he still did not understand the refinement process.
Forging? What about the meridian structure of the equipment? What about quenching?
None of these critical processes were involved. An Zhenshan only saw the melted material constantly changing its form and finally taking shape.
Fang Yan handed the equipment that she had just refined to An Zhenshan.
At first, An Zhenshan was afraid of the heat and did not dare to take it. However, after touching it lightly, he realized that the equipment was already cold.
He held the equipment in his hand and looked at it carefully. In the end, he sighed and said,"Truly amazing! I'm afraid that I'll never be able to learn this forging technique.”
"Then do you still plan to acknowledge me as your master?" Fang Yan asked with a smile.”
" I still have to acknowledge you as my master," An Zhenshan said decisively." If you don't accept me as your disciple, I'll come here once a day until you change your mind."”
Fang Yan shook her head and said helplessly,""Since you insist, I can only refuse.”
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