The Strongest Person Naturally Deserves the Strongest Sword

Xuanye chuckled and casually tossed the Jade Slip onto the table.

He is a man without a master.

Whether it's the Royal Court or the princes, who holds power above them is none of his concern.

In this world, the only things worth worrying about, besides becoming stronger and rising to the top, are fun and enjoyment.

Therefore, at this moment, the specific tasks written on that imperial edict are no longer important.

The main thing is that person.

Has Qin Wangchuan emerged from seclusion?

Xuanye calculated with his fingers for a moment, then shook his head.

No.

A powerhouse of his caliber would spend anywhere from three to five years, or even decades, in seclusion.

It's still early.

"Pity."

"What a pity."

He clicked his tongue twice, tapping his fingertips on the table.

Only if that person has already emerged from seclusion can we have some real fun.

The dignified Qing Ruoli, that That Lord thinks she's above everyone else, personally traveled to the Three Thousand Provinces and bumped into that monster—

Tsk.

That scene would be so beautiful!

Betraying one's own people was the second thing Xuanye liked most in his life.

Since that great Buddha hasn't awakened, this trip through the Three Thousand Provinces won't cause any trouble; it'll be uneventful and quite boring.

The only thing that left me somewhat uncertain was the Princess.

Lv Yingxin.

"Princess, oh Princess."

"Can you just stand by and watch my master go to the Three Thousand Provinces and come back safe and sound?"

I don't believe it.

"How will you make your move?"

"I can't wait!"

Upon realizing this, Xuanye's eyes finally lit up completely.

In truth, he actually hoped that Qing Ruoli would die outside.

If she were to pass away, that position would become vacant.

Coincidentally, those who should have been vying for that position with him had long been wiped out by the Longevity Immortal Body Immortality.

That's really unfortunate.

The thought of the fate of his colleagues filled Xuanye with sorrow.

"You despicable Qin Wangchuan, you deserve to die!"

His throat tightened, his eyes burned, and his chest constricted in waves. The bitterness surged up, impossible to suppress, so he could only raise his hand to cover his face.

A muffled thud escaped through his fingers.

It sounded like sobbing.

It also resembled a smile.

Qin Qingzheng had been waiting outside the equipment room for some time.

The utensil room reserved for the Divine Son is of the highest standard in the Immortal Court.

With Qin Wangchuan away for the past few months, she had been using this furnace to polish the scabbard of Frost Heaven, employing only her own people. So, as soon as Ye Jianwei relayed the message to open the furnace, the news reached her ears first.

She was the first one to arrive.

Seeing Qin Wangchuan approaching from afar, he didn't exchange pleasantries, but only said three words.

"I'll help you."

Qin Wangchuan did not refuse.

After a century of trials, he learned forging from Uncle Song, but that was ultimately the way to forge Mortal Iron and ordinary tools. The thing he was about to forge was extraordinary, and having a master watching over him would make things much faster.

The two went together to the treasure vault to retrieve the materials.

On the way, Qin Qingzheng spoke.

"Artifact Refining right after emerging from seclusion."

"What happens?"

"It's nothing," Qin Wangchuan shook his head, "It's just that there's something I really want to create."

"Just leave whatever you need at home."

"No."

He said, "That thing can only be made by me."

At this point, Qin Wangchuan hesitated for a moment, but continued speaking.

"Fifth Sister, I want to create a cultivation technique... no, whether it can be considered a cultivation technique is still uncertain. But one thing is certain: it will make every member of our Qin Clan stronger."

"Everyone?"

"Everyone," Qin Wangchuan turned his head to look at her, "Including you."

Qin Qingzheng met his gaze and belatedly realized that Qin Wangchuan's eyes had changed.

At first glance, it looks no different from before, but upon closer inspection, something inexplicable has appeared underneath.

She was skilled at examining swords; she could tell at a glance where a sword was sharp and where it was dull.

But those eyes were too deep; looking into them, one could not fathom their depths.

Your eyes have changed.

"Really?" Qin Wangchuan smiled. "What has it become?"

"Composure, but also greater danger."

"Was it during that seclusion? What did you learn?"

"Comprehension..." Qin Wangchuan didn't answer immediately, pondering for a while before saying, "If I had to say, I haven't comprehended anything."

"It was only during a trial that I realized I am no ordinary person."

Qin Qingzheng's brows twitched.

"You weren't originally either."

"The Qin Clan's Divine Son claims to be a mortal; no one would believe him."

The word "ordinary person" is self-deprecating when applied to others, but when applied to him, it doesn't sound like that at all.

"There's nothing I can do if no one believes me," he said softly. "But this is who I am."

"Me before."

He looked somewhat wistful at the end of his sentence.

I used to only remember that I came from the mortal world, but I forgot that people move forward.

Now I have departed from the mortal realm.

Qin Qingzheng listened and nodded.

In fact, I didn't understand a single word.

As they were talking, they arrived at the treasure vault.

The custodian had previously reported that many unregistered items had mysteriously appeared in the vault.

At that time, Qin Wangchuan only issued one order: Ignore it, seal the treasury.

At that moment, the door slowly opened.

The sight inside the door was enough to make even the guards, who were used to seeing rare treasures, shudder.

A piece of Divine Iron, about ten feet long and of unknown material, lay across the center, exuding an aura as if Heaven-Opening. It pressed down heavily, even causing fine cracks to appear on the jade platform that held the vessel.

A half-section of an ancient tree leans against it, its core containing a living thunderbolt; the rumbling of thunder can be heard from a great distance.

Further inside, a star core the size of a fist hangs in mid-air, burning on its own for countless years, yet its light and flame show no signs of diminishing.

Such examples are too numerous to mention.

The shelves were already full, and the remaining precious materials had nowhere to go, so they were just piled up casually, covering the entire floor.

Even a casually picked-up item given away would be enough to cause a powerful faction to fight tooth and nail for it.

"Divine Son, this..."

The guard didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was quite clear.

We didn't put these things in here!

Qin Wangchuan stepped inside.

Everywhere you look is a treasure.

Each one was sent by my counterpart from another time and space.

On countless branching paths of time and space, countless versions of ourselves go our separate ways.

But in the end, all their belongings ended up here.

It flows down to your feet.

'I am at the center.'

After thinking it over, Qin Wangchuan turned to look at Qin Qingzheng.

"Fifth Sister, are these materials enough?"

As Qin Qingzheng walked in, even his perpetually unchanging face showed a rare flicker of emotion.

That's enough.

"Not only is it enough, but it could buy Seventh Sister's life."

She looked around. "Where did they come from?"

"I found it."

That's the truth.

Qin Wangchuan paused, then added, "However, these cannot be given to Seventh Sister."

"I want to use all the materials here."

"All?"

"That's right, all of them."

Qin Qingzheng silently made some calculations, his brow furrowing slightly.

"This entire warehouse is more than enough to forge a hundred divine weapons. Using it only to forge a single sword and a ring is a waste."

Qin Wangchuan was well aware of this.

"It doesn't matter."

He gazed at the warehouse full of precious materials, his tone calm.

"Because what I want to forge is the strongest."

"Surpassing Ancient and Modern, the Strongest in History!"

Qin Qingzheng did not refute.

Her gaze fell on the corner of the wall.

There were a few dusty things piled up there, ignored by everyone, just casually stacked up, covered with a thin layer of dust.

But she recognized him immediately.

Primordial Frost Marrow.

She searched for years, turning the world upside down, all for the sake of the scabbard for Frost Heaven, but could only gather three fist-sized pieces of material.

The smallest of the pieces in the corner is taller than a person.

Five or six pieces, just piled up like scrap.

She paused for a moment, then looked again at the vault full of treasures, thinking:

'Use these things.'

'Who knows, it might actually forge the so-called strongest one.'

(ps: The Mu Xuanyin, was the same as another book, which made it less enjoyable to read, so it was changed to Qing Ruoli.)

Please be aware.

The author of the previous chapter said this chapter would be deleted tomorrow, and I didn't really want to post it here and ruin the reading experience.

But the author, Dead Tomato, said the changes were too bad and he'd delete them. I can only see it once; if I want to read it again, I have to go to the book forum. What kind of setting is this?