The Artifact Forging Hall was very far, and Yan Qingyang had taken more than two hours to arrive.

The Artifact Forging Hall was divided into two areas, and were respectively divided into the lower hall and upper hall. The lower hall was for the outer disciples to use, while the upper hall was for the inner disciples and the direct disciples.

The lower hall steward took Yan Qingyang\'s token and looked at it, then looked at Yan Qingyang. He carelessly pointed at him, "You, go to the second forging room and help out!"

Just then, a rough looking man spoke up, "Hey, Manager, aren\'t you trying to make things difficult for that girl? I see that she doesn\'t even have Qi Drawing, so how can she help?

Another person also said, "That\'s right. Besides, even if we go to the second refining room, we won\'t be able to serve that weirdo, let alone that little girl. That weirdo will send her flying with a slap."

"That\'s right. Manager, this little girl is very beautiful. How pitiful was she when she was sent flying?"

Yan Qingyang was confused. Why did everyone think that she would be smacked to death and sent flying? Just how strange was that refiner in room 2?

The supervisor glared at them: "Mind your own business. Go to the side and don\'t let her go. Could it be that you guys are going?"

The crowd dispersed.

Yan Qingyang asked a few people and walked towards room number 2. On the way, they all looked at her with pity.

A person pulled her back and said, "Room number two is reserved by a strange person. He\'s been staying inside all day, has a bad temper, has high requirements, and if he doesn\'t like someone, he will be slapped. Even if he does, no one would dare punish him.

Yan Qingyang thanked the person, who pulled her back and asked in a low voice, "Young lady, have you offended the overseer?"

Yan Qingyang blinked and said, "You\'ve offended Supervisor Liu of the fifth region, is that true?"

There was a steward in each of the several districts where the janitor disciple lived. She was the one who lived in the fifth district.

That person slapped his thigh and said: "Ah, so that\'s it. That Manager Liu is our manager..." "A concubine." After saying that, he carefully looked around.

Yan Qingyang had guessed long ago that Manager Liu and the head steward of the Artifact Forging Hall were definitely related. Indeed, they couldn\'t afford to offend a villain. Once they did, they would offend a whole family.

Yan Qingyang walked to room number 2 after he finished sighing.

She went over and knocked on the door.

A loud roar immediately came from inside, "Get in, why are you so slow!"

Yan Qingyang pushed open the door and walked in. Something flew over with the sound of the wind. She quickly dodged it and saw that it was a piece of ore.

With a "pa" sound, the ore that was hit on the door shattered.

"This is a Glazed Stone, compensate me!" the voice bellowed.

Yan Qingshuang saw a young man\'s face brimming with anger.

That youth\'s face was pale, probably because he had been staying indoors all year.

His eyebrows were long and narrow, and his eyes were slightly golden. His lips were extremely thin, yet also extremely red. He was pursed tightly, and gave off a bewitching beauty.

His entire being was filled with elegance, incomparably handsome!

Yan Qingyang felt a pang in his nose as she recognized who this was.

Murong Yan, the youngest son of the head of the Murong Family, was an expert in refining.

In his previous life, Murong Yan and Yan Qingshuang both loved smithing. The two of them fought over a ore, and their cultivation levels were the same.

The two of them would argue and argue because of their different refining insights, and they would also smile because of some tacit understanding.

However, in the end Murong Yan died young, a pitiful genius fell.

What reason did Murong Yan fall? He remembered that after Luo Xing obtained the fire attribute Heavenly Spirit Root, he was also accepted by Spiritual Master Chi Dan as a personal disciple. Gradually, he got to know Murong Yan more and more.

There were many people who liked Luo Xing, but Murong Yan was not one of them. He often glared at her and also tried to persuade Yan Qingyang, saying that Luo Xing had evil intentions.

Now that he thought about it, there was a connection between Murong Yan\'s death and Luo Xing.

However, why is Murong Yan in the lower chamber? Yan Qingyang thought for a moment and immediately understood. Before this, she heard from Murong Yan that he initially came here with his family on his back and entered the outer sect through concealing his talent. Later on, he was exposed and became the disciple of the Hundred Smelting Peak\'s Peak Master.

"Why would a fool come here today? There isn\'t even a chance for Qi to enter your body. What are you doing here?" At this time, Murong Yan looked carefully at the stunned Yan Qingyang and became even more furious as he shouted.

Yan Qingyang blinked and held back his tears as he walked over. He said softly, "I\'m a service disciple sent by the steward. Tell me everything you need to do!"

"Order you?" "What can you do?" Murong Yan snorted.

Yan Qingyang smiled faintly. "I\'ll do my best!"

"Do your best? What\'s the use of trying your best for a weak little thing like you? " Murong Yan said coldly. He glanced at Yan Qingyang again and continued in a vile tone, "Alright, move that pile of abandoned ores out for me!"

With that, he closed his eyes to meditate and no longer spoke.

He had spent quite a few more times refining the pill today, and he was exhausted.

Because of his bad temper, he almost killed another person with his slap. No service disciple dared to come.

Yan Qingyang walked over to the pile of useless rocks and picked it up for a closer look. From the abandoned ores, she knew that Murong Yan had encountered some difficulties.

She could solve the problem, but if she were to say it out loud, it would be too easy for others to doubt her …

"Hey, what are you dawdling about for? What can I do? "If you can\'t do it, then scram!" Murong Yan opened his eyes and saw that Yan Qingyang still hadn\'t made a move. Instead, he was looking through the ores as he said this in a malicious tone.

Yan Qingyang smiled and picked up an abandoned ore to examine it. He feigned surprise and said, "Aiya, is this the Glazed Glass Rock? "Why did it burn so badly? What kind of fire is this?"

Murong Yan opened his eyes and shot her a glance, "You talker, scram!"

Yan Qingyang gritted his teeth. This Murong Yan was too hateful. If it weren\'t for the fact that he was a good friend from his previous life, he would\'ve had a bad temper.

It\'s such a big fire, it\'d be weird if it doesn\'t burn. But it\'s such a pity that such a good glaze stone like this won\'t be able to slow it down?" Yan Qingyang said impatiently as he placed the glazed stone mine in a bag, prepared to transport it out.

Murong Yan opened his eyes again and thought for a while before muttering, "That\'s true, but is that what the Senior Brother who teaches artifact forging said? Forget it, I\'ll give it a try! "

He didn\'t care that Yan Qingyang was still in the room after he finished speaking. He picked up a glazed stone, waved his right hand, and a flame appeared in his hand.

He carefully controlled the flames and smelted the glazed stone.

After a while, he put away the fire, held the glazed stone in his hand, and said with a face full of excitement, "It\'s done, it\'s done!"

Afterwards, he touched the glass stone and frowned, "Eh, what\'s going on here? Could it be … that it\'s because my fire spirit root is too pure? "Senior, you don\'t know my true talent …"

He raised his head and saw Yan Qingyang staring at him. Only then did he recall that he\'d said something he shouldn\'t have said to himself.

"You, are not allowed to say anything!" Murong Yan stood up and walked over to Yan Qingyang\'s side. He pointed at Yan Qingyang\'s head and said fiercely, "Otherwise … I\'ll kill you! "