Small Temple, Fierce Demon Winds

Tie Tianhong's attitude seemed somewhat off.

Though he wore a smiling face and kept flattering Chen Yuan, as the master of the Divine Mechanism Pavilion, was this any way to ask when business came knocking?

Someone had come to have a weapon forged, yet he asked why they wanted a weapon forged. That was not the attitude the master of the Divine Mechanism Pavilion ought to have.

Chen Yuan smiled. "No matter how deep the Radiance Cult's foundations run, those weapons were all left behind by our predecessors. They suit others, but they do not suit me.

"I have long heard of the Divine Mechanism Pavilion's great name in forging weapons and refining artifacts, so I have come specifically to request a weapon.

"Master Tie, rest assured. I know the rules. I will not let the Divine Mechanism Pavilion suffer a loss."

As he spoke, Chen Yuan took out the materials Lu Beiming had given him.

The many artifact refiners present took one look and could not help nodding to themselves. Their favorable impression of Chen Yuan immediately grew.

Normally, asking the Divine Mechanism Pavilion to refine an artifact naturally required paying a price.

That price could be gold, silver, treasures, Origin Stones, medicinal pills, or spiritual herbs. But the best payment was still materials for refining artifacts and forging weapons; such things were hard currency within the Divine Mechanism Pavilion.

They had originally thought Chen Yuan would rely on the Radiance Cult's power to force the Divine Mechanism Pavilion to forge him a weapon. Such things

were actually common.

As one of the Six Fish-Dragon Sects, although Tie Tianhong's combat strength rivaled that of a Ninth-Realm Heavenly Profound, it merely rivaled one. Claiming otherwise was nothing more than gilding his own face.

In a true life-and-death battle, the concealed