Xing Ling'er was stunned by the speed at which Jiang Ping An forged immortal artifacts.
Jiang Ping An explained as though it were only natural, "I possess True Immortal Realm cultivation. It is perfectly normal for me to forge low-grade immortal artifacts quickly. Besides, it is not finished yet. The immortal runes have not been inscribed; this is merely a sword blank."
"How is that normal?!"
Xing Ling'er swallowed, her voice trembling. "Even if you are a True Immortal Realm expert, forging low-grade immortal artifacts would only be somewhat faster. It could not possibly be this fast! Even Profound Immortal Realm Refining Masters might not forge this quickly!"
Forging a Top-Grade Immortal Artifact in less than an hour, even one of Human Immortal grade, was enough to shock the world.
"It is because the furnace melts Immortal Materials quickly, so I forge a little faster."
Jiang Ping An was very satisfied with the furnace's refining speed. He even wanted to forge a furnace of his own for refining artifacts. It could save him a great deal of time.
"That is not it at all! Why can't other True Immortal Realm experts achieve this with the furnace here? It is clearly because you are incredibly skilled, Senior!"
Only now did Xing Ling'er truly realize Jiang Ping An's forging prowess. She suddenly dropped to her knees and placed her palms before her forehead.
"Please accept me as your disciple, Senior!"
Jiang Ping An did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I am not qualified to accept you as a disciple. Your mother is a Golden Immortal, and her forging skills far surpass mine."
Xing Lan had previously refused to let him instruct Xing Ling'er because she looked down on him. If he accepted Xing Ling'er as his disciple, Xing Lan would