Ji Bozai was pulled aside by Qin Shangwu, who tried to calm the situation. “Young man, don’t be so hot-tempered,” he said. “Craftsmen are known for their odd temperaments. Say less.”
“But he doesn’t seem like a craftsman,” Ji Bozai argued. “The divine weapon I brought today would require at least a fighter with purple Yuan Power to forge. His meridians are ordinary – he can’t even reach green, let alone purple.”
Qin Shangwu pondered for a moment, then smiled wryly. “But he at least produced a high-grade divine weapon. We can only give it a try.”
If they had encountered a genius, their worries would be over.
Ji Bozai lowered his eyes and agreed, “I’ll go train on the battlefield.”
“Go on then,” Qin Shangwu said, sending him off before quickly returning to Sun Liao’s side to ask some questions about forging.
However, Sun Liao was very impatient, refusing to answer any questions. He merely glanced around the Yuan Shi Academy before leaving abruptly, saying, “Just wait for me.”
Qin Shangwu nodded and saw him out, but after Sun Liao had gone far, he waved for two men to follow him.
Sun Liao swaggered out of the Yuan Shi Academy, feeling triumphant. Noticing two shadows behind him, he sneered, putting on an act of returning to the Sun residence and ordering people to buy soft iron.
The two men squatted outside the Sun’s residence, but Sun Liao wasn’t worried. He simply left through the back door and rushed towards Ming Yi’s courtyard.
Ming Yi was teaching Xiu Yun how to make molds for the simplest divine weapon components when they suddenly heard a fawning voice outside: “Is Master Ming here?”
Recognizing Sun Liao’s voice, Ming Yi’s eyes brightened. “The money-bringer has arrived.”
Xiu Yun was also pleased. This young master Sun was foolish but wealthy. Last time, they forged a “Now I Come” for him, which only cost 30,000 bei coins in materials, but they quoted 250,000. They had intended to leave room for negotiation, but unexpectedly, he paid the full amount immediately, repeatedly expressing gratitude and promising to return.
Customers with such deep pockets were hard to find. The two quickly tied up their hair in men’s buns and opened the door to welcome him.
Sun Liao bowed his head slightly, unusually humble. “Master Ming, that divine weapon you forged was excellent. I’d like to order a few more.”
Ming Yi raised an eyebrow. “That versatile one should be enough for you, young master.”
Anything more powerful would be beyond his Yuan Power.
“The more, the better. I’m not short on money,” Sun Liao said, producing a thick stack of bei coin notes.
Who wouldn’t like such a customer? Ming Yi tried not to appear too pleased, feigning depth as he grunted before reluctantly asking, “What are your requirements this time?”
“Make a divine weapon suitable for someone with fierce Yuan Power, also versatile and finely crafted. Preferably for a fighter with purple Yuan Power.”
It sounded like he wanted to give it as a gift. Ming Yi didn’t ask further, only saying, “A purple divine weapon is a high-grade premium item. The price will be much higher than ‘Now I Come’.”
“I know, I know,” Sun Liao said, tapping the bei notes. “When this divine weapon is done, I’ll give you a million.”
Xiu Yun’s throat made a clear “gulp” sound.
“But I have one condition,” Sun Liao said, glancing at the other ordinary divine weapons they were making in the courtyard. “Don’t set up stalls on the street anymore. Only do business with me.”
“That’s not quite appropriate,” Ming Yi said, keeping a straight face. “Everyone has the right to own divine weapons.”
“I’ll pay double what others pay.”
“Deal.”
Ming Yi took the bei notes from his hand and calmly saw him out. “The new divine weapon will be ready early the day after tomorrow.”
“Much obliged,” Sun Liao said contentedly as he left. Standing outside, he looked back at the small courtyard and smiled meaningfully.
As soon as the door closed, Ming Yi and Xiu Yun jumped up excitedly, spinning in circles. “Money is so easy to make. We’re not far from buying a beast carriage!”
“How can the Sun family be so rich? I underestimated them before,” Xiu Yun said, her eyes gleaming as she counted the bei notes.
The speaker may be careless, but the listener is attentive. Ming Yi raised an eyebrow. “Was the Sun family stingy before?”
“Not exactly stingy, but not capable of spending millions so casually. Although they’re in business, they have several good-for-nothing spendthrifts in the family. Their life wasn’t this luxurious.”
Why would he spend so much on divine weapons? Ming Yi couldn’t figure it out.
Ordinary divine weapons were for self-defense, but higher-grade ones were certainly for combat. He couldn’t enter the Yuan Shi Academy, so where could he go to fight?
After pondering for a moment, seeing Xiu Yun’s hands rustling with bei notes, Ming Yi shook her head. Those who pay are the bosses – why worry about what they do with it?
The type of divine weapon Sun Liao requested was something She Tianlin often made before, as purple Yuan Power fighters were abundant in Chaoyang City. So it was familiar territory, just with more expensive materials and greater consumption of her Yuan Power.
They weren’t worried about the former since they had money, and for the latter, Ming Yi intensified her cultivation.
Although she could never return to her previous strength, gradually repairing her meridians would not only strengthen her Yuan Power but also reduce her pain. It was a win-win situation.
Two days later, Sun Liao was invited into the Yuan Shi Academy with his nose in the air.
The long-coveted Cyan Mist and Rain Robe were right in front of him. He stared in amazement for a while, then reached out to touch it with excitement in his eyes.
The superior quality represented supreme glory. He could finally wear this robe.
Qin Shangwu was also excited. This newly forged “Thunder of Ten Thousand Pounds” was a superior divine weapon previously seen only in Chaoyang City. This person had improved it, making it even more powerful and easier to use than what he had seen before in Chaoyang City.
With such talent, how could they not defeat those craftsmen from Chaoyang City?
Fan Yao tried the divine weapon. As soon as a trace of purple Yuan Power was injected into the weapon’s body, three times the strength of Yuan Power wind blades shot out from the other end.
“With this thing, what’s Left Ping worth?” he said excitedly, turning to look at Ji Bozai beside him. “If Lord Ji had a divine weapon, wouldn’t he be invincible under heaven?”
“I don’t need divine weapons. There are few in the Qing Yun Realm who can match me,” he said calmly.
These words were arrogant, but they were also true. Qin Shangwu couldn’t help but laugh heartily, his laughter confident and domineering.
Sun Liao, listening nearby, seemed somewhat impatient. “Young, but big-mouthed.”
This person seemed to have an inexplicable hostility towards him. Ji Bozai looked at him a couple more times, not remembering where he had seen him before, and couldn’t figure out where this hostility came from.
Now that they had a craftsman, their training could officially begin. However, Qin Shangwu said to Sun Liao, “Your next task is to forge divine weapons for all of them.”
Sun Liao’s smile stiffened slightly as he lowered his eyes. “Forging divine weapons also consumes Yuan Power. It’s not feasible to do it so frequently. Let me recover for some time.”
His Yuan Power was weak, relying solely on talent to forge divine weapons. Qin Shangwu naturally couldn’t force him, so he only said, “Do it as soon as you can.”
“I know,” Sun Liao said irritably, waving his hand. His fingers almost hit Qin Shangwu’s nose, but he didn’t mind. He just left the battlefield in a huff.
Luo Jiaoyang frowned as he watched him leave, muttering, “I don’t like him very much.”