Chapter 615: The Craftsman Emperor Comes Out of Seclusion

Leaving the pastoral cottage, Ye Wushuang arrived at Juwang Valley.

"Junior Brother Ye!"

Qianling's light voice called out, as melodious as an oriole's song.

Perhaps because she had received the Elf Clan's inheritance at the Ninth Pass, Qianling had become even more ethereal, like an Elf Fairy.

The Dragon Cat's voice piped up with a WHOOSH!

"Hehe, gorgeous! Let Lord Cat feel the warmth of your embrace!"

The shameless creature said, diving straight into Qianling's arms with a look of pure bliss. He didn't forget to shoot Ye Wushuang a provocative glance, as if to say, 'Lord Cat has the guts. What about you, kid?'

Ye Wushuang sneered at the Dragon Cat. 'Give that thing an inch, and it'll take a mile!'

"Kid, Lord Cat isn't afraid of your threats! The beautiful Qianling is already at the Yun Dao Level. From now on, Lord Cat will stay by her side, and you won't be able to bully me anymore!"

The Dragon Cat said with a long-suffering expression.

Both Qianling and Ye Wushuang were instantly stunned.

Qianling was astonished that the Dragon Cat had seen through to her true strength at a glance. She had concealed it with a Secret Technique of the Elf Race. Not even those in the Nirvana Realm could see through it; they could only perceive her as being in the Yin Yang Realm!

Ye Wushuang, on the other hand, was shocked by Qianling's breakthrough speed. It was simply off the charts!

Even he couldn't help but feel a little beaten down. He had toiled and faced life-and-death situations and still hadn't broken through to become a Nirvana Great Power, yet Qianling had soared to the Yun Dao Level in one fell swoop. 'Good thing she's not an enemy,' he thought, 'otherwise, she'd be terrifying!'

"Junior Brother, don't be surprised. This is all because I inherited the Empress's power from the Elf Saint Hall. That's how I gained my current Cultivation."

Qianling didn't hide anything from Ye Wushuang.

"Does that mean the beautiful Qianling is from the Elf Clan's Royal Family?"

the Dragon Cat asked, its shifty eyes darting around.

Hearing this, Qianling fell silent for a moment before nodding.

The Royal Family!

Ye Wushuang was shocked. From the memories of the Ten Thousand Spirits Soul King, he knew that the Elf Clan was an Innate Sacred Race, a renowned people even in the Nine Heavens Domain!

Qianling was actually from the Royal Family of the Elf Race!

'But why is she in the Ancient Spirit Sect?'

"Beautiful Qianling, now that you're so strong, Lord Cat needs your protection! You have no idea how this kid bullies and exploits me every day. Look, Lord Cat has lost several pounds!"

While Ye Wushuang was lost in thought, the Dragon Cat's shameless wailing began, and it was quite a convincing performance!

At this, Qianling pursed her lips and smiled.

"It's true! Lord Cat is deeply hurt!" Seeing Qianling's smile, the Dragon Cat spoke with great earnestness, putting on an exaggerated look of injury.

Even with Ye Wushuang's firm disposition, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Come on. Grandfather said you'd be looking for him and that it must be for something important. He's waiting for you inside."

Qianling shot the Dragon Cat a glare, changing the subject and leading Ye Wushuang into the house.

The Craftsman Emperor, wearing a special leather apron, was carving an Inscription onto a Battle Axe.

"You're back, kid. Are you here to have this old man forge that Dragon Blood Battle Saber for you?"

The Craftsman Emperor spoke without turning around, continuing his carving.

"Senior, I'm afraid you've guessed wrong."

Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and walked forward, with Qianling following behind, holding the Dragon Cat.

"Oh?"

Now it was the Craftsman Emperor's turn to be puzzled. He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Ye Wushuang. His gaze was incredibly sharp, as if it had been tempered a thousand times.

"Did you have something else in mind, kid?"

The Craftsman Emperor stared at Ye Wushuang, a growing shock rising in his heart. 'This kid's body is terrifying!'

For someone like him who had refined countless weapons, he could see at a glance just how formidable Ye Wushuang's body was. It was like an Unparalleled Sacred Soldier, radiating a sharp aura.

This was definitely the first time he had seen such a physique. Even a Body Refining practitioner wouldn't possess such a physical form unless they had reached the point of sanctification through Body Refining!

"Your growth truly surprises this old man, kid."

The Craftsman Emperor's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint like a needle shooting from them. "Alright, spit it out. What is it you really want?"

"It's nothing much. I just came to deliver a little something to Senior."

Ye Wushuang took out the Peach Blossom Brew given to him by the Taoo Hua Fairy and handed it to the Craftsman Emperor.

The Craftsman Emperor looked surprised. He opened it, and the rich, fragrant aroma of wine, tinged with the scent of peach blossoms, immediately assailed his nostrils.

"Good stuff!"

A look of delight spread across the Craftsman Emperor's face as he caught the scent.

"Senior, this is just a small gift. This junior has also prepared a grand gift."

Ye Wushuang's expression was calm, with only a faint smile on his face.

"A grand gift? For this old man, nothing is grander than this." Having received the Peach Blossom Brew, the Craftsman Emperor cared little for anything else.

He was wholly dedicated to Artifact Refining and desired nothing else. What grand gift could possibly move his heart? Thus, he lost interest in the one Ye Wushuang mentioned.

"I hope Senior doesn't come to regret that."

Ye Wushuang said with a meaningful smile.

This piqued the Craftsman Emperor's interest. He said, "Kid, if you really have a grand gift that can move this old man's heart, this old man can grant you three conditions!"

"Is that so? Those are Senior's words."

Ye Wushuang's eyes narrowed. With a single lift of his hand, a ball of golden light appeared, which he then passed to the Craftsman Emperor.

The moment the Craftsman Emperor took it, the ball of golden light merged into his body.

Instantly, the Craftsman Emperor's expression changed. His eyes widened as he stared at Ye Wushuang, a look of utter shock and delight on his face.

Seeing this from behind, Qianling was extremely puzzled. 'What could possibly make my grandfather react so strongly?'

"The Divine Soul Refining Technique!"

After a long moment, the Craftsman Emperor spat out five words. He took a step forward and demanded, "This Artifact Refining Technique... where did you get it?"

"It was a gift from a senior before he passed away. He was called the Ten Thousand Spirits Soul King."

"It was him!" The Craftsman Emperor's gaze hardened as he muttered to himself, 'I guessed he came to the Grand Emperor Domain, and it turns out I was right. This Artifact Refining Technique is identical to that of the Dwarf Race. There's no mistake!'

Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and asked, "Does this count as a grand gift in Senior's eyes?"

Hearing this, the Craftsman Emperor snapped back to reality. He stared at Ye Wushuang and said, "Kid, you tempted me with fine wine, and now you're tempting me with the Divine Soul Refining Technique. You're up to no good. Just say what you want. After you've said it, give the complete Divine Soul Refining Technique to this old man."

Who was the Craftsman Emperor? How could he not see that Ye Wushuang had a scheme in mind? He couldn't help but curse inwardly, 'What a cunning little fox!'

"Senior's insight is truly admirable. As for my business, this junior does indeed have a request."

Seeing that the Craftsman Emperor had seen through him, Ye Wushuang didn't beat around the bush.

"What is it?"

the Craftsman Emperor asked grumpily. He looked thoroughly displeased at being outmaneuvered by Ye Wushuang.

"It's nothing major. For a senior such as yourself, it would be a trivial matter."

Ye Wushuang said with a faint smile.

"Just spit it out, kid." The Craftsman Emperor stared at Ye Wushuang, feeling that the boy was up to no good.

"This junior would like to ask Senior to come out of seclusion and forge one hundred thousand sets of Half-Saint Armor for me!"

Ye Wushuang stated calmly.

One hundred thousand sets of Half-Saint Armor!

In that instant, the Craftsman Emperor's face darkened. His heart skipped a beat, and his sharp eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. The kid opened his mouth and asked for Half-Saint Armor.

'Is Half-Saint Armor so easily forged?'

"Preferably within a year!"

Ye Wushuang added, which made the Craftsman Emperor stumble and nearly cough up blood. This wasn't just being 'up to no good' anymore—this was an attempt on his old life!