Yue Wen had come here today to commission an artifact.
After more than a month of growth, the ten-year Sword-Leaf Frostcloud Grass in Immortal Dew Valley had matured, and the Little Wood Demons had harvested it all.
The mature Sword-Leaf Frostcloud Grass had long, narrow leaf veins, with a golden line running down the middle. It contained two kinds of Dao Rhythm-sharp Yang Metal and resilient Yang Wood-and its leaf edges were extremely keen.
Yue Wen tested one, drawing it lightly across his finger and leaving a line of blood.
This was now an important way for him to judge a material's quality: whether its own sharpness could cut his inhuman body. If it could not even slice through his skin, he could basically dismiss it as useless trash.
So Yue Wen could understand some of Da Long's thinking now. If a material could not penetrate his defenses when used to attack, and could be shattered with a single punch when used to defend, what was it if not trash?
The fundamental reason Da Long saw everything as trash was that he was too strong.
And Yue Wen was now walking down that same path.
After going to Immortal Dew Valley to check on the harvest, he took away the bundles of Sword-Leaf Frostcloud Grass the Little Wood Demons had gathered and dropped off some food for the merfolk grandfather and grandson.
This had been a major oversight on his part.
When he recruited the merfolk grandfather and grandson into Immortal Dew Valley, he had failed to realize one thing: merfolk were living animals, and they needed to eat!
Among Immortal Dew Valley's previous workers, the Black Silver Puppets were purely farming tools. With talismans to drive them and regular maintenance, they could clear land day and night without tiring.