The Night Emperor's Tragic Life

Time flashed by, and two days passed.

The Spiritual Root given by Nine Ears was extraordinarily precious. They were all studying it with extreme care, propagating its branches and leaves, and synthesizing it by tossing in tiny portions at a time, seemingly preparing to produce some results.

But clearly, their progress was far from satisfactory.

Because this time, they could not rely on Cardamom Rainbow or Xinyi Hundred Fans. They had to keep it absolutely confidential and could only have Sword Forging Manor forge it exclusively.

They were all a bunch of counterfeit God-tier professionals. Saying they had barely reached the threshold would already be flattering them. They might have had some chance of researching ordinary immortal weapons.

But forging a nation-guarding immortal weapon comparable to artifacts of the sun and moon was utterly impossible.

But could that stop the blacksmiths from using their "borrow a hen to lay an egg" technique?

No!

No one could stop their ambition to plagiarize.

Since they could not rely on others, they chose to rely on their own efforts.

Thus, every day when they sent over treasure chests, they would write letters and communicate with the true God-tier professionals on the other side. The other party would even send them image crystals, teaching them by word and example.

The professional on the other side had truly lived for more than a thousand years.

Having their own NPC mentor teach them personally allowed the blacksmiths to improve at lightning speed. It was practically a supreme stroke of luck.

They also guessed that this was the planner's brand-new scheme!

That was right.

The planner had first created a cheat for an idle adventuring party, giving them another "super version of themselves." Only then had they received such a huge weapon order. Otherwise, they would have