The Useless Clear Sky Sect; A Personal Trip to Slaughter City

Led by Lou Gao, the two passed through the Blacksmith Association's winding corridors.

They went straight to the association's central storeroom.

Most of the association's rare forging materials were kept there.

Beyond the storeroom lay a secret chamber known to almost no one: the private vault where Lou Gao kept the treasures he had collected throughout his life.

Rare ores of every kind lined the chamber, their surfaces catching the mottled light.

Qin Yun swept his gaze across them, a glint rising in his eyes.

There were several ores containing seventh-period elements he still lacked. There was uranium ore, too.

It was different, though, from the small piece of uranium crystal he had obtained at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Qin Yun turned to Lou Gao beside him.

"Senior, I'll help myself to the ores I need, then."

Lou Gao waved a hand. He looked entirely at ease, without a trace of reluctance to part with them.

If anything, his eyes held appreciation and anticipation.

"Go ahead. Take your pick."

"Ore exists to be forged. Leave it sealed away in a storeroom, and it'll only gather dust."

He looked at Qin Yun and said with heartfelt admiration, "Your approach to forging, your structural designs, your control at the microscopic level—they've long since surpassed the continent's traditional methods. In ingenuity and precision, you may even have surpassed this old man."

"In your hands, these rare materials can be put to use and forged into something new. That's how they should be used."

With Lou Gao's permission, Qin Yun held nothing back. He swiftly selected the rare ores containing the seventh-period elements he lacked.

He stored them all in his storage Soul Tool.

Over the next several days, Qin Yun shut himself away to work.

He repeatedly purified, smelted, blended,