Chapter 293
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Chapter 293: Han Feiyu’s Orders
"Right now, the guy can’t even complete his own meals, yet he hopes to nurture talent among the cultivators of other sword formations." Old Sword whispered in Ye Xiaoyao’s heart.
"What if this little brother happens to be wealthy enough to gather the spiritual swords he’ll need?" Ye Xiaoyao replied.
"Gathering spiritual swords, he will still just be a powerful yet mediocre individual."
"If he doesn’t ascend, he’s ultimately just another part of the countless beings, a mere ant," Old Sword said.
"Stop overthinking and hurry to Volcano Fairy Town to check for any replies," Old Sword urged in Ye Xiaoyao’s heart.
"Got it." Ye Xiaoyao dismissed his distractions and transformed into a beam of sword light, flying toward Volcano Fairy Town.
At that moment, Han Feiyu, who was resting, caught a glimpse of the distant sword light with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"It really is hard to get by in the cultivation world when you’re all alone; even with spirit stones, I can’t take bold actions." Han Feiyu said.
"Sigh, why wouldn’t my master let me join their sect back then? Was my talent not enough?"
Han Feiyu tidied up the battlefield and flew toward Volcano Fairy Town. Recently, he had been searching for a suitable artifact master to help him craft the spiritual swords he needed after reaching the Golden Core Stage.
He had spirit stones and spirit ore, but he was lacking a suitable artifact master.
A brand new spiritual boat sold by the Heroic Spirit Trade Association was summoned by Han Feiyu, and he set off toward Volcano Fairy Town.
Volcano Fairy Town gathered artisans from across the central continent; aside from the Heavenly Refining Sect, it was the place with the most artifact masters and masters. The divine fire in the sky had been closely observed by the Heavenly Refining Sect for a long time.
On the spiritual boat, Han Feiyu gazed at the divine fire above the Volcano Mountain Range. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "If I can’t find a suitable artifact master, I’ll do it myself; I have plenty of spirit ore."
He had been tricked multiple times in the Volcano Mountain Range, with many artifact masters collecting his spirit stones and spirit ore only to tell him to come back in a hundred years.
In Volcano Fairy Town, Han Feiyu saw many schools dedicated to training artifact masters. Back then, he thought that with infinite spirit stones, he could buy whatever he needed directly.
Little did he expect that now even having spirit stones wouldn’t guarantee a purchase. While he could buy precious artifact spiritual swords from those artifact trade associations with some additional spirit stones, acquiring the same quality precious artifact spiritual sword from a single artifact master was exceedingly difficult.
In Volcano Fairy Town, Han Feiyu registered at an artifact training school.
Due to the significant shortage of artifact masters, the number of people coming to study artifact crafting was several times greater than before.
This scene was noticed by the first clone, who was passing by.
On Hidden Spirit Island, Xu Fan received the message from the first clone while working on renovating the giant beast race warship.
"Han Feiyu is studying artifact crafting," Xu Fan pondered while stroking his chin.
Xu Fan then shook his head and said, "Forget it; it’s too dangerous to take advantage of the protagonist."
He had initially planned to have the first clone approach Han Feiyu to help him craft spiritual swords, thereby stabilizing larger orders in the future.
Just as he put down the communication artifact, he received a message from Wang Xiangchi.
"This little rascal actually wants to get my spiritual swords for free," Xu Fan chuckled and then sent Wang Xiangchi a list and replied with a message.
"Your disciple is probably the one who has the least worries about spirit stones in the entire cultivation world, and you still want to use my spiritual swords to support him."
At that moment, Wang Xiangchi, who was with Jian Wujie hunting down a group of Golden Core stage beasts, saw Xu Fan’s list and message, then transferred it to Han Feiyu.
While studying, Han Feiyu saw his master’s reply and immediately left the artifact training school.
"I’ll leave those complicated matters to the professionals," Han Feiyu said lightly.
"As long as you have spirit stones and spirit ore, my master will find someone to craft precious artifact spiritual swords for you; even Spiritual Swords can be arranged."
After reading the message, Han Feiyu was in high spirits. Trusting his master, he immediately placed an order for three thousand second-grade Five Elements Spiritual Swords, all precious artifacts.
Xu Fan didn’t have to wait long before receiving the order for the three thousand precious artifact spiritual swords.
"What a big spender," Xu Fan chuckled. While this amount was nothing to him, it was a significant sum for cultivators without any business ventures.
"Putong, activate the Production Line specifically set up for Xiang Yun, and ensure the quality is top-notch," Xu Fan directed.
"Understood. It will take half a month to complete the three thousand second-grade Five Elements Spiritual Swords," Putong responded.
Hearing the completion time from Putong, Xu Fan was surprised; the speed was astonishing.
"How is it so fast?" Xu Fan asked, intrigued.
"Putong’s underlying data has been optimized, and the previous Production Line has also evolved accordingly," Putong explained.
"Ah, I see," Xu Fan said, waving his hand, then turned his attention to modifying the giant beast race warships.
Meanwhile, outside Lin Sen Fairy City, in a human race city, Xiong Li met Xu Lingtai after a long time.
A gentle and beautiful woman served tea to Xiong Li and Xu Lingtai. After a curious glance at Xiong Li, she retreated to the backyard.
"Is this your sister-in-law?" Xiong Li inquired.
"Yes," Xu Lingtai replied with a gentle smile.
Xiong Li sent a transmitted message, "Is she from the Hero’s Tomb?"
"No," Xu Lingtai said. "My wife’s story is much more sensational than that."
"Does Peak Master Xu know about this?"
"My father knows and has secretly visited me several times," Xu Lingtai smiled.
Father and son share a deep connection; even though Xu Gang came quietly, Xu Lingtai could faintly sense his presence through their bloodline.
"Then I’ll head back to the sect and wait for your wedding feast," Xiong Li congratulated.
"Haha, sounds good," Xu Lingtai said, waving his hand.
As they reminisced about past sect events, the sky suddenly darkened.
A demonic cultivator at the Transformation Stage appeared in the sky. Without any preamble, he summoned a massive hand of spiritual energy, reaching for the woman who had just served tea.
Xu Lingtai looked up at the demonic cultivator and murmured, "So, I’ve been discovered after all."
Just as the hand of spiritual energy was about to seize the woman, a burst of fire illuminated the dark courtyard.
A miniature Golden Crow erupted from the demonic cultivator’s body.
As the Golden Crow descended, it flapped its wings, announcing its presence, then reverted to its original form as Xu Gang.
"Dad, I knew you wouldn’t leave," Xu Lingtai said with a smile.
Xu Gang ignored Xu Lingtai and approached the woman, softly saying, "Daughter, you weren’t scared, were you?"
Xu Lingtai’s expression changed; his father had never spoken so gently to him.
"Thank you for saving me, I am forever grateful, Xi’er," the woman said softly.
"Lingtai, take Xi’er back to Lin Sen Fairy City. In one month, your ten-year period will be up, and you can take Xi’er to meet the Master Ancestor," Xu Gang instructed.
"Understood," Xu Lingtai replied.
At that moment, Xiong Li approached respectfully and said, "Greetings, Peak Master."
"Mm, rise. Will you return to the sect with me, or stay for a while longer?"
"I would still like to talk with Junior Brother Lingtai," Xiong Li said.
"Alright."
After Xu Gang finished speaking, he transformed into a beam of fire and disappeared from sight.
