Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Die a Natural Death

This caused everyone to look on in surprise.

"Junior sister, judging from your strength, you should have reached the mid-level martial artist level. There is absolutely no need for you to be distracted by learning weapon crafting. This thing requires great natural strength, and it is mostly practiced by body cultivators."

"I want to learn. I also have superhuman strength. What kind of assessment do you require?"

The weapon-forging techniques in this high-level martial arts world seem a bit rougher and less sophisticated than those in the cultivation world. It seems that even in intermediate-level worlds, the development is not entirely the same.

"Try hammering this blade blank made of cast iron, try to hit this spot."

Yao Feiran reached out and felt the forging hammer was extremely heavy. After a few seconds of getting used to it, she channeled her energy and held her breath, then suddenly smashed it towards the designated spot.

Old Man —

The metal collided and suddenly exploded with a violent tremor, scattering crimson iron filings at the edges. The surrounding weapon refiners instantly experienced tinnitus, and their fingers trembled slightly.

The originally straight blade blank instantly bent and dented.

"Junior sister, my name is Wu Ze. Junior sister, you have superhuman strength! Our weapon refining hall needs talents like you."

"Senior Brother Wu."

"I will take you to see your master."

The manager of the Weapon Refining Hall is named Mo Yanjin. He is said to be over two hundred years old, a ninth-grade cultivator, and a Heaven-rank weapon refiner. He looks like a Taoist immortal and is somewhat different from his fellow disciples in the Weapon Refining Hall.

Wu Ze, Mo Yanjin's apprentice, excitedly told Mo Yanjin about the matter.

"Master, this is a promising talent, and his martial arts aptitude is also quite good. He is already a fourth-rank martial artist at such a young age. Why don't you take him as your true disciple?"

Mo Yanjin's lips twitched when he saw the blade blank that had almost been pierced through, and upon hearing about her cultivation level, his heart instantly surged with excitement.

There are very few promising talents in weapon crafting, and it is extremely arduous, but there are also many benefits. At least his strength is much greater than that of others at the same level, and his blood energy is more refined. However, he is, after all, a ninth-grade martial artist and a Saint-level weapon crafter, so he cannot be too eager to catch up.

"Nonsense! How can a true disciple be accepted so casually?"

"If you don't accept me, I'm going to quit."

Forging high-level weapons requires the cooperation of many weapon refiners, but there are too few weapon refiners, and Wu Ze is now under great pressure.

"Hmph." Mo Yanjin raised an eyebrow and glared, but didn't say anything more, just looked down at Yao Feiran.

"What's your name? Why did you choose the Weapon Forging Hall?"

"Reporting to Elder Mo, my name is Yao Feiran. I chose the Weapon Refining Hall because the Pill Hall does not accept me."

Clang!

Wu Ze almost stumbled.

"What do you mean? The Weapon Forging Hall is your second-best option."

That's right.

Yao Feiran chose to tell the truth. Previously, Chen Shiyi, as the head of the Pill Hall, had expressed her disgust at her questioning, and probably had a very bad impression of her. These elders were all of the same generation, and Chen Shiyi might tell Mo Yanjin. It was better to take the initiative to say it herself.

Bang! The Xuan-rank spiritual weapon in Mo Yanjin's hand was crushed to pieces.

After an unknown amount of time, Yao Feiran felt that she had no hope left. Mo Yanjin said, "Come find me again when you can refine a Yellow-grade spiritual weapon."

"Thank you, Elder Mo."

It seems there are indeed very few people skilled in weapon crafting; they've all managed to hold back.

Wu Ze quickly gave Yao Fei the secret manual for weapon forging.

"Junior sister, these days you should learn how to smelt materials. This is a method of controlling fire to refine the purity of the gold and black iron. It is only considered qualified when it reaches more than 90% purity."

Since Yao Feiran arrived, the shirtless martial artists in the weapon-refining hall have disappeared, and the shouts and cries during each strike have become quieter.

When she first arrived, everyone thought Yao Feiran wouldn't be able to endure the hardship, but she quickly persevered.

"The purity of the smelted material is over 99%."

"Can I learn the next step now?"

Wu Ze stared at Yao Feiran's face, which was flushed red from the heat, and nodded after a moment of stunned silence: "Uh... okay."

"This is a forging method from the 'Heavenly Crafting Manual,' which has nine levels. When you reach the ninth level, a light blue blood helmet will be attached to your body, making you indestructible. Ordinary martial artists rely on their body's Yuan energy to drive their blood and qi to unleash their power, but the 'Heavenly Crafting Manual' is a body-refining technique. Yuan energy is integrated into the physical body, and you can unleash the power of the same realm without having to activate it."

Yao Feiran memorized the entire technique after just one pass, while Wu Ze carefully explained the precautions.

"This requires cultivation with the medicinal liquid, but it will be somewhat painful. If you can't stand it, you can dilute the medicinal liquid a bit."

"Thank you for your explanation, senior brother."

After obtaining the "Heavenly Crafting Manual," Yao Feiran immediately began cultivating it. Although she hadn't cultivated much recently, her body was still constantly operating. If she didn't use spirit stones to cultivate, she could probably reach the late stage of the fourth rank in about a year.

A year later, Yao Feiran had cultivated the "Heavenly Craftsmanship Manual" to the third level, and her own strength had reached the late stage of the fourth rank.

As the blade blank was shaped and the Yuanling Brush carved the array, the Yellow-Rank Spiritual Weapon, imbued with the aura of fire element, was fully formed.

Wu Ze had watched Yao Feiran make rapid progress over the past year and had become immune to it, but he was still slightly shaken.

It took him almost ten years to forge a Yellow-Rank Spiritual Weapon on his own before he was accepted as a true disciple by his master. So what does it mean that this junior sister forged one in a year? Is she fast?

"Oh, senior brother, you're still here."

Yao Feiran was forging in a separate foundry. Because he was so engrossed in it, Wu Ze, who meant no harm, forgot about his presence. Now, he suddenly remembered that he should keep a low profile.

"I hope you won't spread what happened today, senior brother. I prefer to keep a low profile."

Wu Ze: "......."

This talent is impossible to hide.

Wu Ze reported this matter to Mo Yanjin, who, instead of staying in seclusion, rushed out of his seclusion room.

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I'll beat you to death."

"Master, am I that kind of person? By the way, my junior sister said that her affairs cannot be spread, as it doesn't suit her low-key nature."

"....."

Yao Feiran was called over again. Mo Yanjin glanced at her but did not immediately mention taking on a disciple.

"So you're Yao Gu's daughter. No wonder you have such talent."

"Was your father very capable before?"

"Your father is exceptionally talented. Compared to him, all geniuses pale in comparison," Mo Yanjin sighed.

"He was already twenty-two years old when he came to the sect, but the sect still made an exception and accepted him as a true disciple. He was already an eighth-grade martial artist before he was even fifty. He originally had the potential to break through to the Emperor Realm or even the Saint Realm, but not long after, he was ambushed by the Demonic Sect, which caused damage to his essence, and he left the sect."

Yao Feiran pondered the original owner's memories. Although Yao Gu and his first wife had married very early, they had no children. This was because the foundation of martial arts required abundant qi and blood. It wasn't until he was over fifty years old that his martial arts career ended and he lost his spirit. Soon after, Yao Suran was born, and a few years later, the original owner and Yao Xingzhou were also born.

It feels like a kind of self-indulgence.

"The Demonic Sect?"

"Yes, the Upper Sect has been fighting against the Demonic Sect for many years, resulting in countless deaths and injuries."

Mo Yanjin spoke without much emotional fluctuation; having lived to this age, he had long since witnessed life and death.

"From this day forward, you will be my true disciple. I only have Wu Ze as my personal disciple, and from now on you will be ranked second."

"Yes, Master."

After a simple apprenticeship ceremony, Mo Yanjin gave her a folding umbrella. The fan was entirely emerald green, cool to the touch, and the name "Yu Xuan Shan" (Jade Profound Fan) was engraved on its jade surface.

"Thank you, Master. Do you have any secret cultivation techniques? I prefer to keep a low profile. My father was attacked by the Demonic Sect because his talent was too strong, which made the Demonic Sect wary. A genius like me cannot be too exposed."

"....."

Whether he's a genius or not is another matter, but he certainly has an incredibly thick skin.

Mo Yanjin wasn't stingy with just a Qi Concealing Technique; he directly gave away a high-level Qi Concealing Technique.

When she had some free time, Yao Feiran went to the Internal Affairs Hall to change her inner sect identity card. When she returned, a gaze fell on her from a hidden place.

"Feiran, when did you become Elder Mo's disciple?"