Guanyin Adds to His Karma; Chen Fan Buys Wasteland!

As he spoke, Chen Fan took the freshly polished steel saber in his hand.

Swish, swish!

He swung it twice, and two streaks of saber energy burst out.

The saber energy shot forward, leaving two three-foot-long cuts in the ground in an instant.

This wasn't because Chen Fan had driven the tenfold-greater Magic Power within his body. It was the saber's own power.

It had been forged from the first batch of steel produced by the Merit Earth Kiln.

The saber possessed several innate properties.

"Not bad. If Young Master Chen presents this item, His Majesty will certainly reward him handsomely!"

Wei Zheng was also holding a steel saber, his eyes full of admiration.

He tapped the blade lightly with his finger, producing a metallic clang.

Bai Qianli waved his folding fan, his gaze briefly catching the Golden Light that flashed across the saber.

"A fine saber. Though it can't compare to a Merit Spirit Treasure that kills without incurring karmic consequences, it still has its own remarkable qualities. It can gather baleful energy without harming its owner in the slightest!"

Bai Qianli had a remarkably discerning eye and instantly saw the properties of these steel sabers clearly.

As he spoke, Bai Qianli also picked up a steel saber from the table and flicked its edge lightly with his finger.

Ding~

A crisp sound rang out, and a chip broke off the steel saber.

"Ah—ouch!"

The two guards who had been eyeing the sabers greedily cried out in dismay when they saw Bai Qianli casually break a piece off one of them.

Then they realized that Bai Qianli could break the saber with such ease.

If that blow had landed on a person, it would probably have reduced them to a pulp.

"This saber can repair itself!"

Wei Zheng was observant and noticed that after Bai Qianli chipped the blade,

the broken edge of the steel saber trembled slightly and slowly began to mend.

Chen Fan furrowed his brow slightly, picked up a piece of iron ore, and tossed it over.

Bai Qianli glanced at Chen Fan in surprise, then thrust the steel saber in his hand forward.

The saber point struck the ore and sank into it in an instant.

The next moment, the surface of the iron ore crumbled into dust.

The chip in the steel saber quickly repaired itself as well.

"Wow, it really can repair itself! But, Brother Chen Fan, how did you figure that out?"

Nezha's eyes lit up as he looked at Chen Fan admiringly.

Bai Qianli was a mysterious and powerful expert; it was only natural that he could see the saber's properties.

Wei Zheng was an important court official with a keen eye for detail.

But Chen Fan had only just entered the Qi Refining, Spirit Transformation realm.

And he had barely managed to reach it through dual cultivation.

He hadn't even learned minor spells like the Heavenly Eye technique. How could he have figured it out?

"Just a reasonable guess. Isn't it obvious?"

Chen Fan smiled, looking as though it were only natural.

Absorbing the same kind of material to repair itself? That kind of mechanic had been done to death ages ago!

"Young Master Chen has a remarkably sharp mind!"

Wei Zheng praised Chen Fan, then set the steel saber back down.

"Young Master, be sure to keep these sabers and the steel well protected!"

Seeing Wei Zheng's solemn expression, Chen Fan was a little confused.

Then he understood. These materials were priceless.

Though they meant little to Nezha, Bai Qianli, and the others,

the truly valuable thing was the Merit Blast Furnace before them.

But in the mortal world, this was the finest material for divine weapons.

Its ability to repair itself was especially valuable—something money could hardly buy.

"Minister Wei, you have admirable self-control!"

Bai Qianli looked at Wei Zheng with appreciation, sighing inwardly.

Why hadn't the Demon Court had a talent like this back then?

Those fools knew nothing but fighting the Witch Clan or squabbling among themselves.

Seeing this, Nezha reluctantly put a steel ingot back as well.

It wouldn't do much to increase his combat power, but it was perfectly suited to restoring spirit treasures.

As a Heavenly Court God of War—and the easiest one to command—

Nezha often faced difficult opponents.

After a major battle, his spirit treasures would be damaged and need to be maintained and nurtured.

If he could work a batch of these steel ingots into them, their recovery speed would increase by at least thirty percent.

"Brother Bai, Minister Wei, are you saying this batch of materials is worth a lot?"

Chen Fan's eyes lit up. It had only been half a month,

and Zhao Family Village was already struggling to make ends meet, nearly at the breaking point.

If Old Master hadn't backed him, the villagers would have already started making trouble.

If he could sell these things and gather enough funds,

Chen Fan could begin his development plans!

Zhao Family Village was simply too small. Even as a trial site, it was inadequate.

Chen Fan hadn't forgotten that the first four years after Li Shimin took the throne had been nothing but hardship.

There had been locust plagues, floods, and droughts.

That had been in the ordinary world of his previous life. Now they were in the Primordial World.

The human lifespan had tripled. Who knew whether the disasters might last three times as long, too?

Good grief, twelve years on the throne, with natural disasters every single year.

Even if their Emperor Li Er was wise and mighty enough to endure it,

Chen Fan wasn't willing to sit by and watch!

If Great Tang's population dwindled and rebellions continued,

humanity's fortune would decline. How could that protect him?

"Minister Wei, would it be all right if I bought tens of thousands of mu of wasteland and hired the Demon Race to cultivate it?"

Wei Zheng's mouth twitched as he stared at Chen Fan in shock.

One village wasn't enough for you to stir up trouble in, so now you want to expand?

"Great! Great! I'm in favor!"

Nezha clapped his hands and cheered, eager to see the world thrown into chaos.

At the same time, Emperor Li Er in Chang'an City suddenly sneezed.

"Ah-choo! It's not even cold. Never mind, Gu Zhong, how are preparations for the Crown Prince coming along?"

"Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince is in the Hall of Rectitude bidding farewell to the Empress.

He should come to bid you farewell shortly."

A clean-shaven, pale-faced middle-aged man behind Li Shimin bowed as he spoke.

Li Shimin nodded at his words, then waved his hand, feeling somewhat troubled.

"Have him set off quickly. For some reason, I have a bad feeling!"

Chapter: Guanyin Takes on Karma; Chen Fan Buys Wasteland!

The figure before Li Shimin bowed.