Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Before him burned a raging flame, and the black iron block remained unchanged under its smelting. Xue Lan stared intently at the furnace, his expression extremely solemn.

Xue Tong wanted to move on from what had just happened, so he asked, "What kind of iron is this that even a strange fire can't melt?"

Xue Lan slowly spoke: "This is a material called Thunder Bearing Stone. When it is smelted by a strange fire, it will give rise to Thunder Bearing Iron. Thunder Bearing Iron, as the name suggests, has a very strong resistance to lightning and contains considerable lightning spiritual power. It is most suitable for Auntie."

Xue Tong thought it made sense. Ji Jinjin now possessed the Lei Kui inheritance and her own lightning, so her weapon should be commensurate with it.

Xue Lan observed the Lei Cheng Stone inside the smelting furnace. Faint golden cracks appeared on the surface of the Lei Cheng Stone, and it looked like it was about to crack open.

"It's almost finished!"

Under the smelting of the strange fire, more and more cracks appeared on the pitch-black Thunderstone. Finally, the outer shell fell off, and it turned into a piece of fiery red Thunderstone iron in the smelting furnace.

The lightning spiritual power contained within it dissipated the moment the outer shell shattered, causing the outer shell of the lightning-bearing stone to scatter everywhere.

Xue Lan raised her hand and formed a magical shield in front of her.

This is why she's been wanting to add a lid to the smelting furnace!

Sometimes things fly out and catch you completely off guard, poking out both your eyes.

Xue Lan tied her two large sleeves behind her back, with narrow sleeves underneath so as not to hinder her movements.

"Have you ever crafted any magical artifacts made of Thunder Iron before?" Xue Tong asked.

Xue Lan struck the Lei Cheng stone in front of her with a hammer, sparks flying. Hearing this, she spoke very honestly: "Lei Cheng stone is too rare, I dare not play with it recklessly."

Xue Tong: [So...]

"This is my first time using Thunder Iron to forge a magical artifact, so it's normal for some minor problems to arise, but I have faith in myself."

Xue Tong: She's really... so confident in this area!

The confident weapon-forging genius continued, "The Thunder Stone is a spear blade, and the spear blade contains the power of thunder, which is more compatible with Jinjin. However, this thunderous spiritual power is too violent and needs to be tempered."

The girl pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "It would be great if there was a tribulation lightning when it was finished, preferably around the time I formed my core."

"Otherwise, I'm worried that the fusion between the spear tip and the shaft might not be good and could affect the subsequent spirit infusion."

Ji Jinjin's gun is no ordinary magical artifact; once successfully forged, its grade will definitely reach the peak of the Grandmaster level. However, because it will require the imbuing of a demonic spirit, it probably won't be upgraded to a divine artifact even after thousands of years.

[Won't you be guaranteed to be struck by lightning once after you've refined it? Isn't it enough to do it again after imbuing it with spirit?]

Xue Lan smiled as she continued working: "What I mean is, is it possible to have the spear blade struck by lightning separately when it is finished being forged?"

"Why don't you go and talk to the Heavenly Dao?"

Xue Tong felt a chill run down his spine: "Wasn't it said that the Wan Gong Fang secret realm was fragile? What if it gets struck by lightning three times and then blown up?"

Xue Lan threw the half-hammered Lei Chengtie into a pool of water. The lightning on Lei Chengtie swam around in the water like little fish.

It took countless trials and tribulations to even get started.

The girl then tried to deceive Xue Tong: "Don't be fooled by Yan Chengxue! The spirit inside the Wan Gong Fang can still bind the souls and strange fires within, proving that he still has the power to spare. Tell the Heavenly Dao to strike with confidence."

"By the way, let me know when you start chopping. I'll take it outside to chop, so I don't destroy the weapon-refining room."

Xue Tong felt that she was becoming more and more shameless. Did the previous generation rely on their shamelessness to resist the invasion of the demon race in the upper realm?

But while she thought this in her heart, her body honestly went to discuss it with the Heavenly Dao of the Yuanming Realm.

The area to the left and right is a secret realm that doesn't significantly affect the main storyline, so a few hits won't hurt.

After Xue Tong left, Xue Lan retrieved Lei Chengtie and put it back into the smelting furnace. The girl stood by the furnace, staring blankly at the strange fire inside.

Xue Tong hadn't mentioned her master, Ling Yuanzi, for a long time. Xue Lan felt a vague unease. Had that old man somehow managed to kill her out there?

The girl bit her middle finger knuckle, thinking that after leaving the Wan Gong Fang to deal with the demonic tide, she would ask her senior master Shen Suan to perform a divination.

She wanted to see which grotto-heaven residence Ling Yuanzi was cultivating in.

Outside the secret realm, in Ruoshui City, a young man who was slurping up braised noodles at a noodle stall suddenly changed his expression, and a causal thread appeared on his wrist as he raised his hand.

"Who has the intention to kill me...?"

The young man muttered something to himself, then lowered his head and continued eating his braised noodles.

In the weapon-refining room of Wan Gong Fang, for a moment when Xue Lan was slightly distracted, a spark flew out from the furnace, grazed her temple, and scorched a strand of her hair.

The girl sighed: "My mind is not at peace."

When Xue Tong returned, she saw Xue Lan's new look.

What happened to your hair?

Xue Lan was refining the Thunder Iron that she had retrieved from the furnace for the second time. The thunderous power on it had gradually subsided and was no longer running rampant like before.

"It's nothing, I just got hit by a bullet." Xue Lan replied casually, then turned to her own affairs: "What does Heaven say?"

[He said that after you've finished refining it, put it outside, and He will watch and chop it.]

Xue Lan didn't ask Tian Dao what level of strike this was, but it should be stronger than the one he did at Jiangyun Sect.

So he put his mind at ease and continued to forge the Lei Cheng Iron in his hands.

A month later, the door to Xue Lan's weapon-refining room opened for the first time. The ancestral tablets that had been making a ruckus outside didn't react in time and could only lie down on the spot.

At first glance, Xue Lan looked as if her entire family had been wiped out and the funeral hall had been massacred.

"Who did this?" The girl, holding a piece of black iron, exclaimed dramatically, "How despicable!"

The memorial tablets present felt they had been insulted.

Xue Lan took the Thunder-Bearing Iron Spear outside and placed it on a small patch of ground outside the main gate of the training ground, just like coastal people drying sea fish.

"What is she going to do?"

"I don't know! Could it be that sunbathing has miraculous effects on weapon forging? How come I didn't know that?"

……

Seeing Xue Lan leave, the memorial tablets inside started chattering again.

After Xue Lan put away the gun blade, she ran inside and hid at the entrance of the main training ground to watch the commotion outside.

In a space high in the sky, the spirit of the Wan Gong Fang leisurely sipped a cup of tea.

"Crack!"

A sudden clap of thunder echoed from the heavens, causing the teapot on the spirit's table to fall to the ground. The old man swayed, then hurriedly looked up at the light screen before him.

A bolt of black lightning, like a black dragon descending from the heavens, struck directly at the object Xue Lan had placed at the entrance of the main training ground.

The surrounding mountains and rivers of the secret realm trembled, and the spirit of the artifact shakily got up and hurriedly used its magic power to maintain the secret realm.

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

A furious roar came from the spirit of the artifact in the sky. Xue Lan poked her head out and looked at the sky: "Senior, please don't be angry. The magic artifact I crafted was of too high a grade, so I have to suffer this... this three calamities."

"The senior is incredibly powerful; he will surely be able to turn misfortune into good fortune."

The spirit thought to itself, "What a joke! I've escaped danger and turned into good fortune!" and wished it could kill Xue Lan on the spot. But then, bolts of lightning rained down one after another in broad daylight.

He was busy maintaining the secret realm and simply couldn't spare the time.

After waiting for the ninth bolt of lightning to strike, Xue Lan quickly stepped forward, picked up the spear blade that had been tempered by the lightning, and smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, spirit artifact senior."

After speaking, the girl darted back into the weapon-refining room like a slippery eel and disappeared without a trace.