The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

"Leave it to me. Look how energetic this little thing is right now. As long as you're ready, I'll make it spew out the few glowing words you want to see. I won't renege on my promise."

An Changqing stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Chen Guan and Hong Yuan for a moment.

"Red Kite, I will try my best to find a way to reduce the backlash of mental energy. If any abnormalities occur, please be sure to sever the spiritual energy connection with that monster immediately."

An Changqing's sense of responsibility compelled him to prepare for the worst in advance.

Although Hongyuan is usually carefree, she can distinguish between what is important and what is not.

"Okay, I'll handle it. If things get really bad, I can knock that bastard out with one slap, and no one will die."

Hong Yuan made a chop gesture, completely unaware of the increasingly resentful pair of beady green eyes in her arms.

Tongxuan Turtle increasingly doubted whether his choice was correct. Why did he feel that this general had a rebellious streak and was always plotting to harm the prime minister?

The group carried away the heavy metal boxes one by one.

Chen Guan stood there, watching Su Yuehe and An Changqing's departing figures.

He was contemplating tomorrow's plans, and the Xuan Turtle displaying ancient demonic script presented him with a learning opportunity.

The altar he saw in the withered source stone and the ancient demon script were both products of an ancient civilization, and there might be some common connection between the two.

That's why he "happened" to pass by today.

If Su Yuehe can decipher the true meaning of those words, it will greatly help him in his search for clues about the Black Wind Ruins in the Northern Territory.

After all, as an outsider, he didn't have an advantage in terms of knowledge reserves.

Using Su Yuehe's analytical abilities to refine one's own plan is a win-win option.

Black Panther moved closer to Chen Guan's hand and gently rubbed against it.

Chen Guan snapped out of his thoughts and led Black Panther toward the dormitory; everything was proceeding as planned.

……

The next day.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled patterns of light on the floor.

Chen Guan leaned back in his chair, his long, slender fingers idly stroking the back of the black panther's neck.

This leopard can change size at will and is quite intelligent.

One more reason to bring the leopard home.

Previously, the gray mist brought by the withered source stone did indeed put his main body into a very comfortable dormant state, which indirectly fed back to his disguise.

He felt energetic, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

The communicator on the table flashed a green light.

"Chen Guan, hurry up and come to the academy's No. 3 forging room!" Hong Yuan's loud voice came from the loudspeaker, filled with obvious anxiety: "Yin Chen is so slow, my axe is almost frozen into an icicle by him. Come and see if he's deliberately getting revenge on me."

In her opinion, there were only two people who could control Yin Chen.

One is Yin Chen's father, and the other is Chen Guan.

If they can't get his father to come, they'll get Chen Guan.

Yin Chen's voice came from the other end of the communicator: "This red-haired lady, please step back beyond the yellow line. If your heavy breathing affects the arrangement of the frost crystals and causes a decrease in the spiritual energy conduction rate of the deep-sea black gold, you will bear the consequences."

"You're talking nonsense! Who's breathing heavily? I'm just hot from this broken stove!"

Chen Guan cut off the communication and stood up.

He didn't really need to judge the argument between the two, but the reforging process of deep-sea black gold was rare, so it wouldn't hurt to go and see it.

Ten minutes later, Chen Guan arrived and pushed open the heavy metal door of Forging Room No. 3.

Behind the heat-insulated glass in the center of the forging room, Yin Chen was standing in front of the control panel.

He was wearing a white trench coat, his hands hovering in mid-air, his fingertips dancing with a pale blue frost.

The twenty-pound deep-sea black gold was being lifted into the air by a special force field, its surface covered with a thin layer of ice crystals, which was slowly changing shape with Yin Chen's movements.

Hongyuan lay on the heat-insulated glass, her eyes wide like copper bells, her hands on her hips.

Chen Guan walked to the heat-insulated glass of Forging Room No. 3.

The temperature in the spacious room was deliberately kept low, and a thick layer of white frost covered the floor.

Yin Chen, dressed in a pure white trench coat, stood in the center of the control panel, his arms outstretched, his ten fingers drawing upon the dark blue icy spiritual energy.

The 20-pound piece of deep-sea black gold floated in mid-air, slowly changing its appearance under the frost.

When Hongyuan saw Chen Guan approaching, she immediately turned around and complained, "You've finally arrived! Look at this, how can you forge iron without fire? He froze my materials into a big ice block."

"How can you possibly knock an axe out of here? I strongly suspect he wants to keep this piece of black gold for himself and is deliberately stalling for time."

To reiterate, based on her trust in Yin Chen's character, she had absolutely no trust in him.

Black Panther slowly followed at Chen Guan's feet, found a clean spot on the floor outside the forge, lay down, rested his chin on his front paws, and dozed off with his eyes half-closed.

Chen Guan looked at the scene inside the glass and said in a calm tone, "He is performing cold extraction and reshaping. This method can preserve the high density characteristics of deep-sea black gold to the maximum extent. If you use a conventional high-temperature furnace to smelt it, the anti-magic properties inside the black gold will be greatly weakened by the high temperature, and your axe will only have the advantage of being heavy."

I also reviewed my lessons, which was pretty good.

Yin Chen inside had clearly heard the conversation outside.

He spoke through a sound transmission device on the wall.

"Thank you for your objective evaluation, Hongyuan. I hope Chen Guan's explanation will stop your accusations that lack common sense. Your shouting is seriously disrupting my mindset for constructing the Frost Field."

Hongyuan crossed her arms, feeling embarrassed, and snorted coldly: "I don't care about common sense or anything like that. I only care about the final result. If this new axe is even more difficult to wield than the old one, you can expect to be hacked to pieces."

Chen Guan pulled over a chair and sat down.

"The progress so far is going smoothly."

Yin Chen's voice came through the loudspeaker, carrying a hint of satisfaction: "The first phase of infiltration is complete. Next, I'll begin reshaping it. Hong Yuan, what kind of blade do you prefer? Single-edged or double-edged? How much curvature do you need?"

Hongyuan immediately pressed herself against the glass and shouted into the communication port, "It needs to be double-edged, with the handle extended by half a foot, and the blade as wide as possible, preferably with a slight barb curve, so that when it cuts into the bones of those monsters, it can inflict more damage when pulled back. The weight must be fully retained, not a single ounce less."

Yin Chen shook his head slightly inside, seemingly helpless at this violent design that purely pursued destructive power: "There is absolutely no requirement for aesthetics, but since you are the employer, I will satisfy your demands."

The blue spiritual energy began to flow faster, and the volume of the deep-sea black gold was stretched and widened under the pressure of the frost.

Gradually, the outline of a huge double-edged axe appeared in mid-air.

Looking at the perfect prototype, Chen Guan couldn't help but nod to himself. He hadn't realized that Yin Chen had such talent.