At the mont the Qiankun Bag was refined, the entire Artifact Refining Room was filled with a soft purple gold glow, as if a cloud had drifted over from the edge of the sky.
Ye Lingyue had never seen such a beautiful shade of purple gold before.
The natural gold-plated color, with a purple aura-like mist shimring on the surface, even soone like Ye Lingyue, who usually disliked gaudy colors, couldn’t help but praise it.
The small Qiankun Bag was still warm to the touch. Holding it in her hand, Ye Lingyue felt as if it weighed nothing. She then took out the Star Saliva Dagger and stabbed at it; the fine bamboo fibers were so densely woven that not even the sharp dagger could penetrate them.
Ye Lingyue thought to herself that if it weren’t used for making a Qiankun Bag, it could possibly be used to craft excellent soft armor that would be impervious to weapons and even resistant to attacks from Primordial Power and spiritual power.
"It’s just a pity that I do not have the right lting Spirit Material on hand," Ye Lingyue lanted.
However, this did not prevent her from appreciating the first Qiankun Bag she had refined.
Ye Lingyue quickly infused the Qiankun Bag with her spiritual power.
Unlike regular bags, the Qiankun Bag had no opening and could only be accessed by using spiritual power.
A Qiankun Bag can only be bound to one owner at a ti.
If forced open, it would damage the Fifth-grade items inside.
"Is it really only this small?" Ye Lingyue was disheartened when she probed inside with her spiritual power.
The first Qiankun Bag she had refined was only the size of a doghouse; she had heard from Long Baobao that his Pig Head Qiankun Bag was as big as a room.
Such a Qiankun Bag, not to ntion taking it to compete in the world’s forges, might—at best—only qualify for the Dark Level Auction House in a place like the Treasure Cave.
Realizing this, Ye Lingyue’s enthusiasm waned, and she carelessly tossed the Qiankun Bag aside.
Ye Lingyue couldn’t help feeling dejected again, having used up two pieces of Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo, with both attempts in artifact refining yielding such unsatisfying results.
It seems that refining with Gray Fire is much more difficult than she had imagined.
Well then, there’s no rush in the refining of Qiankun Bags. If all else fails, she can just wait for Long Baobao to wake up and seek his guidance.
Night was only half over, and Ye Lingyue had no desire to sleep, so she began refining the third piece of Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo.
This piece of Purple Gold Bamboo was much larger than the previous two pieces, and Ye Lingyue decided to use it to refine a piece of treasure armor.
As Ye Lingyue was engrossed in refining the treasure armor, Little Zhiyo, lying boredly on the side, listlessly wandered around the room.
Not understanding artifact refining, it saw its master excitedly refining a small bag earlier, only to abandon it with a sullen face shortly after.
Little Zhiyo thought it was sothing the master no longer wanted and curiously approached the small bag to have a look.
The Qiankun Bag’s bright color was still quite charming. Little Zhiyo bit it with its teeth, realizing it couldn’t leave a mark. Then, it kicked the small Qiankun Bag with its foot.
Little did it know that as soon as it touched the Qiankun Bag, a strong suction force erupted from inside the bag and sucked Little Zhiyo right in.
"Zhiyo..."
Little Zhiyo did not even have ti to cry for help before it vanished.
Refining the treasure armor took Ye Lingyue three tis longer than it had taken to make the Qiankun Bag.
It was only when dawn broke and the rooster had crowed three tis that Ye Lingyue finished the refining.
Before her eyes was a soft purple gold vest, slightly larger than a palm.
Unlike ordinary heavy armor, this purple gold soft armor was not only beautiful in color but also lighter in hand than armor made from Ice Silkworm Silk.
Not only was it vibrant in hue, but it also assured coolness in sumr and warmth in winter when worn, impervious to both Primordial Power and spiritual power.
Unfortunately, there was a limited amount of Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo available for artifact refining, so Ye Lingyue could only refine a piece about the size of a palm.
Looking at its shape and size, it seems only her Little Zhiyo could fit into it.
Thinking of Little Zhiyo wearing it, looking undoubtedly dashing, a smile finally appeared on Ye Lingyue’s face.
But just as Ye Lingyue was about to look for Little Zhiyo to try on the vest, she suddenly realized that Little Zhiyo had disappeared.
She had set up a Prohibition in her room to prevent disturbances while refining artifacts that night. Normally, Little Zhiyo shouldn’t have been able to leave.
And no one else had co in.
Ye Lingyue beca increasingly puzzled as she searched the room over and over, until her gaze landed on the Qiankun Bag on the ground.
Ye Lingyue picked up the Qiankun Bag and activated her Divine Sense.
There was a "pop" sound, and a ball of fluff was spat out from the Qiankun Bag.
Little Zhiyo tumbled out unprepared, landing on all fours upside down in such a comical way that it was hard not to laugh.
The little fellow imdiately scrambled up, with tearful eyes, and only then did Ye Lingyue realize that Little Zhiyo had accidentally been locked inside the Qiankun Bag.
Locked in?
Ye Lingyue’s brows suddenly twitched, rembering sothing.
Wasn’t the Qiankun Bag only for storing inanimate objects? Since when could it contain live creatures?
Or could it be that the Qiankun Bag she refined with Gray Fire and five hundred-year-old Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo had its greatest function not in storage, but in holding living beings?
Holding the Qiankun Bag, Ye Lingyue thought she would still consult with Long Baobao later.
"Little Zhiyo, I know you’ve been wronged. Co, I’ve tailored a new vest for you. Give it a try," Ye Lingyue comforted Little Zhiyo and took out the Purple Gold Vest to put on it.
Ever since Ye Lingyue beca City Lord, Little Zhiyo had finally regained its white fur.
With the gold-plated vest on, the originally adorable Little Zhiyo gained a touch of nobility and instantly upgraded from a cute little dog to a precious Royal hound.
Little Zhiyo did have so eye power; it was originally reluctant to wear it, but once it had put it on, it seed loath to take it off, and even narcissistically found a mirror, admiring its reflection with an "I am so handso" look that was simply asking for a smack.
At that mont, Ye Lingyue withdrew the Prohibition in the Artifact Refining Room with a movent of her spiritual power.
It turned out to be Long Baobao.
Long Baobao was surprised to hear noise in the Artifact Refining Room and upon opening the door and finding Ye Lingyue, a very subtle shade of embarrassnt appeared on the little boy’s face.
Ever since Ye Lingyue had cleansed her face of the dicine, Long Baobao felt increasingly uncomfortable around her.
Rembering his earlier remark that "fairness could mask many flaws," Long Baobao felt a bit awkward, thinking he had done sothing unnecessary.
After all, the City Lord was already very beautiful... he respectfully addressed her.
"City Lord."
Seeing Long Baobao’s mature tone, a hint of tenderness appeared in Ye Lingyue’s eyes.
"Little Stead Bun, I still prefer you calling Sister Hei."
"But you’re not dark, and besides, you’re not my real sister," Long Baobao bit his lip, saying firmly.
What a stubborn child he was.
Ye Lingyue did not insist, and at this mont, Long Baobao noticed the Qiankun Bag in her hand.
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