Meng Zhi had already married Yu Lingshu.
Another year had passed since their wedding.
The red-haired cultivator in the Dao field's scripture repository leafed through the text in his hands.
He did not know whether, when he had encountered Big Head back then, Tu Shan Jun had forgotten to ask, or whether he had harbored some wariness and reservations toward Big Head as well.
So he had not asked about attaining immortality.
After researching for so long, he still could not fathom the secret of immortality.
Tu Shan Jun had long since made peace with it.
He stretched lazily, picked up his hammer, and headed for the earth-vein ironworks.
This was not the Yu family's Vast Cold Great Blessed Land, but Meng Zhi's Dao field. With Yu Lingshu marrying into it, the servants who came with her made the Dao field no longer feel empty and desolate.
Moreover, now that Meng Zhi had become the Yu family's son-in-law, he had begun sorting out his own industries and forces. More and more people served beneath him.
Underground palace. Fire-vein grand formation. Clang. Sparks scattered. The bare-chested, tall, powerfully built cultivator had casually tied back his crimson hair.
With a hammer blow, under the formation's enhancement, patterns turned into talismans that floated overhead, intertwining, spiraling, nesting within one another. Then another hammer blow struck them down, engraving them into the iron ingot before him.
Meng Zhi, standing before the underground palace's fire vein, stared dumbfoundedly at the scene before him.
He had seen many cultivators forge magical treasures before. During the years he had followed Yu Haofeng and familiarized himself with the Yu family, he had even seen grandmaster-level artifact refiners at work. Yet none had been like Tu Shan Jun.
It did not look like smithing or artifact refinement. It looked