After settling matters with his Dao Companion, Zhang Liang cleansed himself with immortal energy and arrived at the middle level of Forging Peak.
When he arrived, he saw "An Ping" waiting at the entrance to the main hall.
"Zhang Elder."
Jiang Ping An clasped his fists in greeting.
Zhang Liang straightened his Daoist robe and offered consolation. "Immortal Master An, it's nothing if you failed to forge an immortal artifact. If your abilities are limited and you're willing to accept slightly reduced treatment, you can forge magical artifacts below the immortal level for our Heavenly Orchid Immortal Abode."
The sect had been stockpiling magical artifacts lately. An Ping was, after all, an Immortal; he would certainly forge magical artifacts below the immortal level faster than other Cultivators.
Though saying this was somewhat insulting, the other party's skill was insufficient, so the treatment he received would naturally be limited.
Jiang Ping An said, "Zhang Elder, the immortal artifact has been completed."
Zhang Liang was just about to say something when he saw the other party take out an immortal sword. Flames flickered around it, and a fire dragon could vaguely be seen. The air turned scorching hot, and the grass beneath their feet instantly withered.
Zhang Liang froze for a moment, then snatched the immortal sword away, his eyes widening slightly. "You actually forged an immortal artifact!"
To learn and forge a new immortal artifact within ten years was far from easy.
Jiang Ping An suddenly noticed that the sword he had taken out was the failed immortal sword. Afraid it would affect the assessment, he hurriedly said, "Zhang Elder, this sword..."
"This sword is actually seventy percent complete! I never expected Immortal Master An's forging skill to be so high!"
Zhang Liang stared at the immortal sword and praised it