As Zhang Tie opened the jade box, he saw a layer of dark purple velvet lining its interior, upon which lay a red flying needle artifact blank no thicker than a toothpick.
The flying needle was crimson from end to end, like blood. A faint, shimmering glow flowed across its surface, while a cold glint flickered at its tip. Clearly, the material there differed from that of the rest of the needle.
This artifact blank was the finest piece Zhang Tie had carefully selected after examining all the available options.
His fingers brushed the edge of the jade box as his divine sense swept over every inch of the flying needle's material like a spiderweb.
This flying needle had been forged from the rare Crimson Flame Crystal mixed with Flowing Cloud Iron. The two materials had fused perfectly at high temperatures, preserving Crimson Flame Crystal's affinity for fire spiritual power while also possessing Flowing Cloud Iron's distinctive flexibility and lightness.
If inscribed properly, this artifact blank had a strong chance of advancing directly into a lower-grade fifth-tier magic treasure.
That was precisely why Zhang Tie had chosen this artifact blank. Since he had decided to remain at the Artifact Refining Workshop to study, he naturally had to display talent and strength impressive enough to draw attention.
A nearly imperceptible smile crossed Zhang Tie's lips.
With his many years of accomplishment in formations, he had sensed the surveillance formation arranged around the room the moment he stepped into this artifact refining chamber.
The formation was quite ingenious, its spiritual power fluctuations concealed like undercurrents in the deep sea. Ordinary cultivators would find it difficult to detect. But Zhang Tie did not care. This was the perfect chance to let that Master Yang, whom he had never met, see what a true