anwhile, Roan was out there in the city, looking at the various shops. You never know what you might find. His expression didn't look that good, though. He didn't want to stop in this city, but Rean and Kentucky just had to change course. He was cultivating all the ti, so he only found out where those two were already in the city.
Rean then ca with an excuse: he wanted the forging materials from the Inquisition Forging Hall, which were bound to be of even higher quality than the ores, tals, and alloys Rean found in Foliana's Inheritance. Although Roan didn't believe Rean's words for a second, he would never reject the idea of having an even stronger weapon, so he decided to let it go. As for the thing about Kentucky being hungry... he wondered if he should just ask Rean to forge a cage and throw the chicken inside to starve to death. That seed a very appealing idea.
'Hey, where are you?' Rean asked Roan, feeling their connection. 'I thought you would stay in the Dinsional Realm cultivating.'
'And who changed the plans?' Roan asked back with an annoyed tone. 'Anyway, since we are in one of the biggest cities on the planet, I might as well take a look around. If you don't want anything, don't bother .'
Suddenly, Roan looked in the sky's direction and saw a few cultivators flying above the buildings. A few other cultivators around also saw that, so Roan took the chance to ask. "Who are they?"
One of those near him answered. "Who else could they be? The Anti-Flight Formation doesn't allow anyone to fly in the city... with the sole exception of the Inquisition Forging Hall higher-ups, that is."
"Is that so...?" Roan spoke back when he got an idea. He spread his Spiritual Sense, checking those cultivators. Then, a cold smile appeared on his face before he disappeared from the streets.
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Back on Rean's side, he finished his weapon in just an hour. He could have done that even faster, but he had no need to. Finally, he disappeared from the Celestial Soul Dinsional Realm, appearing in the workshop. Popon and the others had an apprehensive expression all this while, not sure if Rean would return. Seeing him again, they sighed in relief. "Fucking hell! You almost made us have a heart attack. Next ti you decide to disappear like that, try to warn us!"
Rean laughed in response. "Hahaha! Sorry, sorry. Kentucky, you could have told them to calm down."
Kentucky shrugged. "I did. They just didn't believe it."
Rean kept his smile and laid on his back against the wall. At the sa ti, he threw a sword at Popon. "Here, catch."
Popon used his Spiritual Energy to stop the sword and make it float to his hand. The sword didn't seem anything special. The only thing he could confirm was that Rean definitely used the materials in the Spatial Ring to make it. "Is this enough? It seems pretty average."
Rean didn't mind the comnt and just rested in his position. "Well, you can test it as many tis as you want. We can't co out just an hour later and deliver such a weapon to Wesdey. Let's wait until almost a day is gone before doing so. By the way, this is a sword for Fire Elent Users." Popon, Veclis, Cavacla, and the others didn't know if Rean was making fun of them or not. "Veclis, take this." Popon gave Rean's Sword to him since Veclis had Fire Elent Affinity. Following that, he also took out his own weapon, a pair of folding tal fans that emitted strong Lightning Elent. Finally, he suppressed his cultivation to the Veclis's level. "Attack with everything you have."
Veclis nodded and quickly circulated his Spiritual Energy. Then, into the sword. Imdiately, his eyes opened wide. Rean's secret Elent Gathering Weapons back in Lisan were nothing new in the Werdlem Empire. Everyone had such weapons. However, that simple sword that seed to be nothing but a cheap product seems to co alive. The amount of Fire Elent it gathered far surpassed what Veclis's own sword could do.
He took a deep breath, shooting forward. He didn't use any technique since he didn't want to cause any damage to the workshop. Popon did the sa, using his Lightning tal Fans to block.
*Swish!*
*Clirk!*
Both weapons clashed, and before Popon could do anything, two huge slashing marks were left behind on his fans. His Fans still managed to block Veclis's attack, but they definitely would be destroyed if Popon tried to block again.
Popon looked at his fans, feeling pain in his heart. "My fans..." He paid a heavy price for them, and they were his babies, which he took very good care of. Never had they been damaged to such an extent.
Everyone then looked at Rean's sword in Veclis's hands, which seed to be just fine. "So strong..."
Veclis's eyes lit up, looking back at Rean. "Can... I keep it?"
Rean faintly smiled. "Not this one since we need to present it to Wesdey later. But if you give the materials, I can make sothing good for you another ti. Of course, as long as we don't die while trying to send this place crumbling down."
Rean's eyes then fell on Popon, who seed quite sad while looking at his fans. "Sigh... fine! I will also make you a new pair of Lightning tal Fans. Just don't cry, alright?"
Popon's mouth twitched. "Who the hell is crying?"
"..."
"I do accept the new Fans, though." Popon wasn't an idiot. If Rean could make such a weapon with those materials, what if he used so high-quality ones? Popon definitely wanted to see and especially own them.
Rean didn't mind, but he also explained. "Don't misunderstand this result just now. The main reason your Lightning tal Fans were damaged to such an extent was that you completely underestimated the power of my sword. Had you used your Spiritual Energy and Elents properly from the start, your Fans wouldn't have suffered such damage. Well, they are still worse than my sword, though."
Popon felt a little embarrassed. It was true he underestimated Rean's sword. "I understand..."
Rean smiled and took out several Spiritual Stones, throwing so to Kentucky. "We have nothing better to do, so let's cultivate. The rest of you can do whatever you want during this ti."
And so, they waited for almost an entire day to go by. Only then did Veclis go out to pass the ssage his 'master' finished forging
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