It's Easy If You Have Hands

What the fuck was that?

Lou Feng felt terrible all over and instinctively wanted to turn and run...

After all, you stormed into the basement to demand answers, only for that bastard across from you to burst out laughing before you could even open your mouth, grab you, drag you inside, and lock the door behind you...

All he was missing was running a hand through his hair, flashing a crooked smile, and saying, "Finally fell for it."

Terrifying!

But before Lou Feng could react, Ji Jue had already tossed his failed product onto the mountain of scrap beside him. He grabbed a Sword Blank from the table and tossed it into the furnace.

Flames surged high.

The refinement began!

In the silence, Lou Feng's eyes widened.

Then... his eyes started to dry out.

Um, could I blink now?

No matter how intently he watched from left and right, above and below, it was nothing more than ordinary Three-Phase Alchemy forging. Even the form and design were just those of an utterly unremarkable Blessed Creation.

What the fuck am I supposed to be looking at?

Lou Feng was laughing angrily.

Fine, I admit you were good at using [Battle Hardened Tempering], and Three-Phase Alchemy was vast and profound, but what the hell were you trying to do with this little trick? Sure, it was ordinary—neither exceptional nor flawed.

But ordinary itself was a cardinal sin. Given your current status, this level was so fucking ridiculous it beggared belief!

What was the point?

Were you wasting my time?

For the sake of the scant trust between them—so scant it might as well not exist—Lou Feng endured for half an hour before he could no longer take it. He felt like an idiot.

"What the fuck did you bring me here to