The next moment.
A tremendously heavy bronze cauldron slowly materialized from the void, hovering silently before him.
The cauldron had three legs and two handles, its entire body flowing with a dark golden sheen. Ancient demon-suppressing runes were carved across its surface, every mark seeming to contain the power to suppress heaven and earth. A heart-palpitating aura spread outward.
Even a mere wisp of its naturally escaping aura was enough to make demons, fiends, and evil spirits in all directions tremble.
This Demon-Suppressing Cauldron was a Saint-grade weapon from the outset. More rare still, it possessed an uncommon growth trait, allowing it to continuously evolve alongside the strengthening fortunes of its master and sect.
"A growing Saint-grade weapon... If it is tempered without cease, it may truly advance into an Emperor-grade weapon someday."
Chu Jiang gazed at the cauldron, but throughout history, only those who had attained the Dao as Great Emperors could forge Emperor-grade weapons.
There was no need to rush this. Once he stood at the pinnacle one day, it would not be too late to make plans.
Only after binding the Demon-Suppressing Cauldron to the core of Chu Tian Division's earth-vein fortune did he turn and leave.
The air in Fu Yunxuan's small courtyard was tranquil with the fragrance of flowers.
Dressed in a pale blue gown, she had long been waiting in the courtyard.
The instant she saw Chu Jiang appear, her eyes lit up. She stepped forward twice and respectfully presented a golden booklet with a bow.
"My lord, all matters within the division over these past three years are recorded in this booklet, especially..."
Before she could finish, Chu Jiang suddenly reached out, wrapped an arm around her waist, and drew her firmly into his embrace as he walked straight toward the inner chamber.