Chongming Sect.
The Zhen Shi Su Clan's Ancestral Land.
A cave dwelling within the heart of a mountain.
The giant candles surrounding the room burned with a ghastly white light. As their flames danced, a chilling aura spread through the cave.
Su Lijing still wore his splendid robes. His Crimson Gold Crown reflected tiny glimmers of light as he sat upright in the seat of honor, his expression calm and utterly unruffled.
A subordinate in black robes knelt on one knee beneath the steps, holding aloft a conch-shaped magical treasure in both hands. He respectfully reported, "The magical treasure my lord requested has been successfully crafted."
"The clan's finest artificer personally made it. It can imitate anyone's voice."
"Even a Dao Integration Stage cultivator would struggle to tell the difference."
"It fully meets my lord's requirements."
As he spoke, the subordinate couldn't help feeling perplexed.
A magical treasure that changed one's voice was practically useless.
Once someone reached the Dao Integration Stage... no, they didn't even need to be at the Dao Integration Stage. Anyone at the Void Refinement Stage, or even the Spirit Transformation Stage, could achieve a better result with any random spell.
He had no idea why his lord had specifically ordered such a treasure to be made, sparing no expense. What was the purpose?
Su Lijing beckoned, drawing the conch-shaped treasure into his hand. After sweeping it with his Spiritual Sense and confirming there were no problems, he immediately said, "Have the artificer draw up the blueprints and distribute them to the other high-ranking artificers in the clan."
"Use it as a template and produce them in large quantities."
"Then sell them at markets throughout the land under the name of the Zhen Shi Su Clan."
"Set the price at thirty thousand high-grade Spirit Stones apiece."