"One day!?"
Zhao Xuandu laughed, utterly without restraint.
"If you can pull it off in one day, I'll call you Dad!"
Zhao Xuandu was absolutely confident. In his view of the world, it was simply impossible.
He was a Second Grade Great Martial Venerable, not some ordinary martial artist. His understanding of the world was, for all practical purposes, the world's reality.
Jiang Li coughed lightly. "Elder Zhao, I'm not interested in that."
"How about this? If I succeed in one day, will you teach me everything you've learned in your life, including every inheritance you possess, without holding anything back?"
Zhao Xuandu's laughter faded. He looked at Jiang Li. "Are you serious?"
"Of course!"
"And if you lose?"
"I'll give you the remains of three Second Grade Demon Kings, free of charge." Jiang Li smiled.
This time, Zhao Xuandu could not laugh. Jiang Li was offering the remains of three Second Grade Demon Kings as stakes. Could the boy really be confident he would win?
"Fourth Grade. One day. Twenty-four hours, starting now," Zhao Xuandu said gravely.
"Agreed!"
"Good!" Zhao Xuandu fixed his gaze on Jiang Li. "You may use my Flame Mountain forging chamber as you please. I'll provide the materials and blueprints."
"I won't make things difficult for you. The Fourth Grade weapon I choose will be one I've forged myself."
"Understood!"
Jiang Li immediately entered the forging chamber, a room of intense heat where the warmth of heaven and earth converged.
Inside stood a furnace and weapon molds, along with piles of various materials and insulated storage boxes.
It seemed to hold the finest achievements of Great Xia's technological age, yet everything here still served the martial arts system.
Jiang Li sat cross-legged and opened an ancient book. Even in that heat, its pages showed not