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Feeling a bit unsettled, Fan Tianfeng\'s expression changed slightly, her voice turning icy as she said, "Since you\'ve obtained it, you should cherish it."

Jian Wushuang didn\'t argue this time; indeed, that was the case. But in that situation back then, he couldn\'t possibly use his own body to resist the blood needles!

"I heard..." Jian Wushuang didn\'t finish his sentence but handed over the Jucyun Sword.

His intention was clear. He knew the relationship between the two.

This sword could also be considered a family heirloom.

It should be returned to Fan Tianfeng.

Fan Tianfeng didn\'t refuse. After taking the Jucyun Sword, she turned and left directly.

When she reached the threshold, she glanced sideways slightly and softened her voice, "In the Shi Kingdom, if you need help, you can contact me anytime!"

"No need to be polite!" Jian Wushuang replied loudly,

Watching her leave, he then took out the letter of recommendation, contemplating the matter of forging sword blanks.

These past few days, he had also received some news from the northern city.

The castern city of the royal capital.

Almost belonging to the influence of the Flame God Kingdom,

It was also the birthplace of the craftsmen and Forgemasters.

Previously, without a recommendation, he couldn\'t go there.

But now he could go and take a look.

A casual visit to the eastern city.

Jian Wushuang arrived gracefully.

In comparison to the northern city, the cultivators here seemed like a world apart.

Here, it was akin to heaven.

On the main streets, one could hardly walk a few steps without encountering a Forgemaster clad in dark red robes.

Adorning their chests were badges of varying insignias.

The most common of forgemasters held the rank of ninth grade.

Immortal cultivators, or even Emperors, could easily step into their ranks.

To reach the eighth grade of Forgemaster required the strength of an Emperor, as without it, one couldn\'t even master the tools.

The majority of Forgemasters seen on the streets were of the ninth and eighth grades.

After walking for quite some time, they reached the busiest street.

There, they spotted several seventh grade Forgemasters, as well as one of the sixth grade. The Zhu Rong Avenue.

The busiest street in the eastern city.

Ilere, there were at least a thousand shops opened by Forgemasters.

Each had its own banner flying high.

Forgemasters, almost cach one, had carved out their own territory.

To be able to open a shop on this street required being a Forgemaster of the sixth grade or higher,n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In other words, within the entire capital city, there were thousands of Forgemasters of the sixth grade or higher.

Possibly even more.

This was because, from the information they had gathered, within the top-tier Forging Halls on this street alone, there were at least dozens of Forgemasters of the sixth grade or higher presiding.

The actual number was several times greater.

Thinking back to the days in the Qishen Temple, where even the goat-horned elder was a Forgemaster, probably of around the sixth grade.

However, he had already fallen.

Fallen in the spacetime of the Original Universe.

Unable to be resurrected.

In the beginning, it was already the final glance.

After a long exhale, he continued walking forward. The Forging Halls were split into A, B, C, and D.

Ile didn\'t fancy it.

Even the top few shops of Grade A had only Grade B or lower Divine Forgemasters.

Fan Tianfeng recommended to him the number one Divine Forgemaster of the Ancient. Wood Continent.

It was a renowned brand.

Only one shop like this existed on the entire street.

The weakest Divine Forgemaster inside was at the sixth grade.

And even a sixth grade here could only do menial tasks.

Outer disciples started from the fourth grade.

Inner disciples generally started from the third grade, or even the second grade.

Only when reaching the first grade could one become a direct disciple.

In the entire Shi Kingdom there wines only a few first grades

Almost all were disciples of this great master.

Even the master called Jiu was a disciple of this presence.

And he was only an inner disciple, not a direct one.

This great master had only three direct disciples.

Rumor had it that each of them was in the Seventh Tribulation realm.

Seventh Tribulation realm experts!

Even the master forger was in the Seventh Tribulation realm.

To make peers bow down in admiration, one could imagine.

How attractive this heritage was.

But. Jian Wushuang was no longer interested in forging.

"Here it is!" Jian Wushuang glanced up and prepared to step inside.

Just then, he heard a familiar voice.

And a very familiar aura.

Jian Wushuang turned to look, seeing a rustic girl, followed by a group of smiths, pouting at the back. From a distance, they didn\'t seem to belong together.

But he could tell there was

connection,

Initially not intending to pay attention, as he listened carefully, he understood everything.

He hadn\'t expected this stingy girl to be so generous at this moment.

"Sure, this is two billion universe crystals. I knew we could gather them!" Li Ming\'er

exclaimed, her eyes shining brightly.

One of the young Emperors who had strayed from the group looked at her with surprise,

quickly asking where she got them from.

But seeing the strange explanation from the girl, he didn\'t inquire further and just took

them directly.

Without any politeness.

Freeloading to this extent made Jian Wushuang somewhat uncomfortable.

"Minger, I\'m really grateful to you this time. I need these universe crystals to accompany my

master to the Lu Shen Temple for study!" The young man\'s cultivation was profound, and he spoke without a hint of embarrassment.

Li Ming\'er smiled and said, "It\'s nothing. I\'ll just ask for more when I meet another senior in

the future!"

The young man touched the medal on his chest, the number indicating eighth rank.

He was an Emperor.

But Li Ming\'er was merely an Immortal.

Jian Wushuang frowned. Even when he was enjoying the hospitality of Yue Kingdom, he

wasn\'t this presumptuous.

This kid could lie without batting an eyelid.

If Elder Tonghe found out, he would surely be punished severely.

Jian Wushuang couldn\'t intervene directly in such matters.

He made a mental note to deal with it later when the opportunity arose.

"Dear Guest, please wait!"

Jian Wushuang was about to enter the grand hall with the divine emblem,

He was stopped by a man in a purple robe.

There was a symbol of fifth rank on his chest.

But even inside the temple, he was just a low-ranking guard.

Jian Wushuang didn\'t say much, just stopped and handed over the letter of

recommendation.

The man, upon seeing the emblem of the Flame Spirit, paused, then his expression turned

Lo surprise.

He couldn\'t discern Jian Wushuang\'s cultivation level, but he saw the letter of

recommendation.

In his heart, he was convinced that Jian Wushuang was definitely someone important.

"Senior, please follow me!" The man in purple robe hastily called out, leading Jian Wushuang

to a resting place, then he himself went towards the depths of the temple with the letter of

recommendation.

The temple only had one visible layer on the surface.

But underground, there were several levels.

Menial workers only had access to the first three levels.

The fourth underground level was off-limits. When the purple-robed youth reached the entrance to the fourth level and handed the letter to an inner disciple, he returned to the

main hall.

Jian Wushuang, on the other hand, sat quietly in a high position, savoring the finest tea.

The guy who had just deceived Li Ming\'er outside was now following several sixth-grade

Divine Forger into this place.

However, they didn\'t even have a place to sit; they just stood in a corner against the wall.

The lead elder seemed to be the master who had deceived Li Ming\'er.

Jian Wushuang\'s gaze remained fixed on that person,

Thinking about how to teach him a lesson.

The source stones he had given to her were now wasted in a scam by the other party.

It was despicable.

A crime worthy of death.