Yanmen.
Inside the Divine Temple.
Xu Yuan raised the Song of Boiling Blood.
The clump of bone fragments curled around the Long Sword's blade like mist. From a distance, it looked like a hazy veil.
The mist grew thicker and thicker.
With a sword in one hand, Xu Yuan pressed his other hand against the Divine Temple's offering altar, drawing treasures from it without pause.
The moment each treasure appeared, he fed it into the Long Sword's Fusion.
For a time,
phantom Gold Coins kept rising above Xu Yuan's head. With a steady clatter, they drifted into the sky and vanished.
Xu Yuan rarely bought anything, so his Gold Coins had piled up.
He had never expected them to prove so useful now.
"Hey, how much longer?"
Xu Yuan asked.
He glanced at the Long Sword in his hand, checked his remaining Gold Coins, then checked the time.
He could stay for another three minutes!
"You shouldn't ask me. You should ask yourself."
The bone fragments drifted lazily in midair as they answered him.
Xu Yuan did not understand.
"How is that up to me? Can I decide how fast you fuse?" he asked.
"Of course it's up to you. If you bring out enough treasures, and good enough ones, I can finish fusing right now. But if what you offer isn't up to scratch... heh, it'll take much longer, and the result won't be as powerful."
The bone fragments spoke.
That made sense.
In that case—
"Don't stop. Exchange every Gold Coin for treasures. Keep refreshing every shelf in the Shop until the Fusion is complete."
He gave the order.
The next instant,
boiling golden light surged from his body into the sky.
It was the radiance of a vast number of Gold Coins!
Treasures flew off the shelves