The "Demon Sword" Sun and Moon in the Sky, is the masterpiece of that man, and he... can never forge a Spiritual Artifact to surpass that sword.
Even though he learned from the Lotus Sect’s information about "a Land of Ultimate Yang that appeared by chance" and luckily created Peng Mi’s life’s pinnacle work—a Fourth Grade Weapon with a Domain—it still couldn’t surpass that Demon Sword.
This man was Zhu Ban’s son-in-law.
Even if he’s no longer around, Zhu Ban didn’t want to deny it, nor did he wish to change it.
Respecting that man is respecting the Weapon Forger, and also respecting himself.
Zhu Ban, a stubborn old man, directly retorted: "My relationship with Your Majesty begins today."
Inside the palace carriage, it suddenly beca silent.
The Emperor, in an emotionless tone, said lightly: "Take a seat."
As the words fell, a Sword Immortal who ca with Zhu Ban knelt down, their waist slightly lowered, forming a soft arc.
Obviously... that was the seat.
Zhu Ban was taken aback, the sensual scene before him starkly contrasted with his tastes and "values."
His beard fluttered in the breeze exhaled from his mouth.
The old man’s stubbornness surged, as he said: "Your Majesty, thank you for the seat. But this old man is accustod to standing, and since the senior officials are standing, I’ll just stand too."
After saying this, he slightly bowed, then stood beside Zhao Guyue.
The palace carriage remained silent, offering no responses.
For a long ti...
The sun set in the west.
Dusk rose up.
The mountains were bathed in a layer of dark red glow.
And all other Sixth Grade Weapon Forgers hadn’t ventured out.
Zhu Ban seed to realize sothing, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he concealed it.
From within the Golden Dragon Palace Carriage ca a soft applause.
The palace carriage promptly turned around, heading back the way it ca.
Zhu Ban asked: "May I ask Your Majesty, where are the six fellow colleagues?"
This ti, the Emperor from within the carriage remained silent. Lü Xuanxian spoke in a muffled voice: "Dead.
If opportunities are in front of you but can’t be grasped, then they’re simply lost...
Does Master Zhu not realize how great his gains are?
With such significant gains, how could one obtain them safely without any risk?
There is gain and loss; the better sothing is, the harder it is to obtain. Isn’t this a truth Master Zhu understands?"
Zhu Ban did not speak again, silently departing with the Emperor and the group, but upon reaching the camp, he imdiately parted ways, returning directly to the Black Lotus Sect’s area.
Watching that retreating figure, Zhao Guyue suddenly laughed sharply: "Your Majesty, he is not willing to beco your father-in-law, huh."
The Emperor’s expression was icy cold.
Zhao Guyue said: "I can roughly guess his intention..."
Before he could finish, Lü Xuanxian interjected directly: "I can go capture that Princess Consort Yin for Your Majesty, and with an additional title, this might make Master Zhu pledge allegiance."
The Emperor interrupted, saying: "Am I short of won? If she doesn’t wish to beco Princess Consort Yin, that’s her lack of fortune."
Lü Xuanxian chuckled: "They say being a wife brings a different kind of pleasure, and if she followed obediently from the start, it wouldn’t be as interesting... Your Majesty is used to feasting on delicacies, why not change the flavor?"
The Emperor was silent for a mont and said: "Let’s wait a bit longer. I want to see to what extent Zhu Ban can rise, and whether it’s worth it for to elevate that self-depraved woman again."
...
...
In a flash.
Three months passed.
Xiaohuang was already seven months old, yet he had already learned to call "Papa," "Mama"...
Zhenyan Xue was overjoyed beyond words.
And after the first batch of pregnant won gave birth to Ice Barbarians, more and more won agreed to co to the Western Pole Nine Flas Clan.
This second and third batch combined numbered in the thousands.
Perhaps, in two or three years, the new Ice Barbarian generation would surpass the entire population of the original Nine Flas Clan.
By then, the Ice Barbarians and Cloud Mountain Path would truly rge.
On this day, Li Yuan and Zhenyan Xue, after completing their marital rituals on the fur blankets in their tent, he looked at her milky body and her now serene and challenge-bearing expression, and was montarily lost in thought.
Zhenyan Xue seed to have made so resolution today, so she didn’t plan to end it.
For a long ti, then longer...
This woman, who had vaguely beco a figure of supre status within the Nine Flas Clan, finally cald down in the dim firelight, feeling a sense of joy.
She leaned over and said: "Husband, go to the world you need to be in, you’ve been delayed here for too long, you shouldn’t tarry."
Li Yuan wrapped his arm around her, yet remained silent without speaking.
Zhenyan Xue said: "I will teach our son well, you just need to co back to see us whenever you have ti."
Li Yuan whispered softly in her ear a couple of sentences.
Zhenyan Xue was taken aback, her cheeks turned red, and she said gently: "Husband just makes happy."
Li Yuan said: "Then I’ll stay a little longer, but... during this ti I won’t often stay in the camp."
"Mm, husband is free, you shouldn’t be constrained here." Zhenyan Xue closed her eyes, leaning closely against the man, although she felt reluctant, she more so didn’t want her husband, such a heroic figure, to indulge in the tenderness and forget the journey ahead.
...
The Frozen Soil has no day and night.
After waking, Li Yuan touched Xiaohuang’s head, then with the Cyan Snake Blade on his back, he walked alone into the depths of the Frozen Soil.
After so ti thinking, he believed that the Frozen Soil, which could suppress fire and Shadow Blood, might be a good place to practice.
If he could integrate the powers of fire and Shadow Blood while "the potency is smaller," would trying in the outside world beco easier?
However, he did not go to the Immortal Tomb.
The Tomb Guardian and the Wolf Mother instinctively made him wary, not wanting to expose his trump cards to those people.
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