Cao Xing said delightedly, "With these five Legendary Proficiency Crests, I can directly raise Franciska to a Demigod Tier Alchemist as well!"
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he headed briskly toward the forge.
After crossing several streets, he soon arrived before the massive iron doors of the forge.
Pushing the door open, he found it already packed with excited blacksmith apprentices and smiths.
Most of the territory's forging—seeing that his third brother and clansmen all responded to him like this, so blatantly dismissive that they did not even turn their heads his way, his face immediately darkened. Yet with no one willing to pay him any attention, he could only stand there in the wind, utterly disheveled.
With those words, the Ximen Patriarch had chosen to support neither side. He had given Ximen Zhang one final chance to prove himself, while also providing the members of the other branches with a fair explanation.
It was said that there were three immortal isles in the East Sea: Square Abode, Ocean Isle, and Penglai. But how could there be only three in the vast ocean? There were far too many islands.
In just a few days, the only two treasures he had at his side since he had happened to save Shen Wan in the mountains that day had both ended up in Shen Wan's hands.
Ye Chen waved his hand. He was no longer part of the martial world, nor did he want to return to that life of fighting and killing.
"The wood at home can be used to make three beds for you first. You want large beds, and those take a lot of lumber," the carpenter said dryly.
Moonlight fell upon him. Beneath his exquisite, cool features lay a trace of loneliness. His heart felt heavy and