Several days later.
A Flying Carriage quietly departed from the Helan Han Clan once more, disappearing into the tangled Helan Mountains.
Inside the Flying Carriage, Yun Mengyu, who had spent several days pretending to be a little fairy, had finally revealed her true colors. Excitedly clutching True Lord Yuling's arm, she cried, "Sister Yuling, we did it. We succeeded!"
A Divine Ability storage ring now rested on her slender, jade-like finger.
It contained a weighty fortune.
The Profound Iron ingots needed for one hundred thousand sets of Profound Armor sounded like an enormous quantity, but in reality, they amounted to only five thousand tons.
Since Profound Iron was even denser than gold, it would take up only a little over two hundred cubic meters when piled together. A single Divine Ability storage ring could easily hold it all, with room to spare.
"Don't celebrate too early. You still have to pay back those Profound Iron ingots." True Lord Yuling shot her a sidelong glance, her tone somewhat sour. "If you can't force down the price of Profound Iron ingots, you'll have to sell even your underclothes to make up the loss."
"That won't happen." Yun Mengyu's tone was resolute. Her beautiful almond eyes glittered, brimming with trust. "I believe in Fugui. He's very smart. If he says he can do it, then he definitely can."
"You really have been poisoned by him." True Lord Yuling was helpless. "Still, that child Fugui truly is monstrous. He's barely more than a child, yet he already dares to stir up storms in the Immortal Dynasty."
Having lived for more than two thousand years, she had never seen a child from any family quite like him.
As the two spoke.
Within the Helan Han Clan, spirits were equally high.
Especially Han Qixuan, the Han