Meng Nanxi took a wooden box from her pocket.
The wooden box was roughly a foot long. When opened, it revealed nine weapons inside.
Among the nine weapons were a bow, a halberd, a saber, and a sword, each with a different design.
They were all only the length of a thumb, yet they shimmered with flowing light and brilliant colors. One look was enough to tell they were no ordinary items.
"They're so small?"
Surprise appeared on Song Zhiyan's face, followed by sudden realization.
"Could these all be treasures that can change size?!"
Meng Nanxi nodded. "My grandfather specially forged these nine treasures for me to complement the Nine Tribulations Immortal Canon I cultivate, helping me Forge Dao Foundation."
"Does our grandpa still need a son?" Jiang Chuan asked.
Jiang Chuan was not thinking for his own sake. He wanted to find a bright road ahead for his own father.
Meng Nanxi rolled her eyes at Jiang Chuan.
"Stop dreaming in broad daylight."
Just then, Lai Qingfeng's voice came from outside the door.
"Jiang Chuan, you've finished one course of treatment. Come to my office in a moment for an examination."
After readily agreeing, Jiang Chuan chatted with Meng Nanxi and the others for a while longer before heading to Lai Qingfeng's office.
Under Lai Qingfeng's lead, Jiang Chuan underwent a full range of physical examinations that lasted two hours.
At last, Lai Qingfeng appeared before Jiang Chuan with a test report in hand.
"This recovery rate is a little absurdly fast!"
A trace of astonishment appeared in Lai Qingfeng's eyes. "Although the military didn't give me your report, seeing all those medicines, I could more or less guess your physical condition."
"But now, aside from a minor problem with the ligaments in your hands, the injuries all over