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Chapter 103, Section 102: Obtaining the Divine Sword, Strength Greatly Increases

Just as Gu Yuan was lamenting that he had lost one thing but gained another, Aiya, Celia pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Millie Alde.

"That princess, she's gone?"

She looked at the combat boots on Gu Yuan's feet and couldn't help but ask.

The attack, which was clearly aimed at him, ended up giving him another treasure by sheer coincidence, making the royal family's intention to win him over all too obvious.

Gu Yuan nodded: "She's gone. What, you want to stop her?"

"No, that's not it." Celia scoffed, walking over to the sofa and sitting down. "I just feel that this fragile relationship between you two won't last long."

She took the tea from Miliadé, but her gaze remained fixed on Gu Yuan.

"Can you tell me what you're really thinking?"

"You don't plan to stay here forever, just enjoying the benefits the royal family provides, but never actually joining them, do you?"

"Although that child may have someone behind his back, his admiration for you is genuine. What you're doing..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear—she didn't approve of this ambiguous relationship.

Ashley's youth was finite, but the Emperor's patience was far from infinite.

Gu Yuan understood her concerns, but he had already weighed the pros and cons, and calmly sat down opposite her:

"I have never asked them for anything; everything was given to me voluntarily."

"They provide resources, and I eliminate the demonic threat for them. In my view, this is a fair trade, and neither of us owes the other anything."

As for whether the royal family also thought so, Gu Yuan didn't care.

He was confident that he could break through to the next level in just six months.

By then, the situation will be completely different.

"I have my own considerations on these matters, so there's no need to elaborate further."

He ended that topic, then changed the subject, "The problem now is, my dragon is dead. Is there any way to speed up the hatching of the Celestial Dragon?"

He looked at Miliald: "There's one more thing, how long does it take to master soul contract magic?"

"It would be best to time this around the time the Celestial Dragon hatches, to avoid any unforeseen complications."

Millie Alder thought carefully for a moment and replied:

"It would have taken decades before, but now, Miss Celia has agreed to guide me, and it will only take three months to a year."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan turned his gaze to Celia, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

Celia looked away somewhat awkwardly. "I just don't want your plan to let me go back to be postponed indefinitely."

"As long as you keep your promise, I don't mind helping Miliearde out."

This is clearly only part of the reason.

Gu Yuan smiled, not pointing out her insincerity, and nodded, saying, "Then I'll trouble you."

"Next, I need to find an expert who studies monster ecology."

He pondered, "I wonder if soaking it in a specific potion could speed up the hatching process."

In the following days, Gu Yuan quickly identified several scholars who might possess relevant knowledge through the Chamber of Commerce's intelligence network.

One of the scholars, an old man named Thorne, was said to frequent the black market and specialize in the study of rare monsters.

The search went unexpectedly smoothly, even abnormally so. Whenever Gu Yuan approached the target location, the surrounding crowd would quickly disperse, as if avoiding a plague.

Gu Yuan was puzzled, but did not delve into it further.

He was unaware, of course, that the old emperor's serious illness had created an unprecedented crisis for the royal family.

In order to completely eliminate unstable factors, a purge targeting rival nobles was quietly underway behind his back.

Many forces that had tried to harm him were uprooted, their assets confiscated, and their power collapsed. The outside world generally interpreted this purge as the royal family's extreme regard for and firm protection of Gu Yuan, mistakenly believing that he had completely sided with the royal family.

This has led to the current situation where everyone respects and avoids him.

Gu Yuan did not dwell on this too much.

He found the scholar in an inconspicuous black market shop.

The other party was initially very nervous, but after Gu Yuan explained his purpose and paid the full amount of money, the old scholar revealed all his research results on dragon incubation, including an ancient magic potion formula that could gently stimulate the activity of dragon eggs and accelerate incubation.

In the end, in a slightly eerie atmosphere, Gu Yuan successfully obtained the key method to accelerate the hatching of the Celestial Dragon.

Ten days after that incident, he received another message.

The divine swords were successfully forged.

Chamber of Commerce.

Gu Yuan rushed over early in the morning.

Chairman Reinhardt was already waiting in the reception room, with a stern-looking, imposing old man sitting beside him.

On the table in front of the old man lay a dark red longsword. The blade seemed to ripple with undercurrents, faintly radiating a chilling power.

Without needing any introduction, Gu Yuan immediately guessed that the old man must be the master craftsman who forged this sword.

"You've arrived." Reinhardt stood up and introduced, "This is Master Stonetal, the number one blacksmith on the continent."

Gu Yuan nodded in greeting.

Master Shitaer abruptly interrupted the pleasantries, his gaze sharp as he looked at Gu Yuan:

"Enough of the small talk. Young man, are you the future master of this sword?"

"The solidity of your foundation is truly rare. Have you decided what to name it?"

A famous sword deserves a name that will be passed down through generations, and he would never tolerate his masterpiece being reduced to mediocrity.

Gu Yuan had already considered this. He gazed at the deep, dark red of the sword's blade and asked in return:

"I remember this sword originates from the mythical era. Did it originally have a name?"

"Yes. But I don't recommend you use it." Master Shitar shook his head. "That name is too famous. Once the enemy knows it, they will definitely be on guard."

"The essence of this sword lies in its unexpectedness."

Gu Yuan expressed his agreement.

Since the goal was to create confusion and surprise, then—a smirk played on his lips as he conceived a wicked and highly misleading idea.

"How about we call it 'Frostmourne'?"

He said, "His appearance is as fiery as flames, but his name is cold and sorrowful."

"Who would have thought that a sword that sounds like it's made of ice magic actually has the ability to manipulate gravity?"

Master Shitar was visibly taken aback, then repeated in a low voice, "Frostmourne?"

Immediately, a look of understanding and appreciation flashed in his eyes.

The name is indeed full of contrast and deception, enough to confuse most enemies, and it also reflects the wisdom of the swordsman.

"A good name." The master finally nodded in approval.

Gu Yuan stepped forward and reached out to grasp the sword hilt.

The moment we touched, a feeling of perfect understanding and seamless connection washed over me.

With a slight thought, he adjusted the weight of the sword and seemingly casually slashed at the solid wood table in front of him.

boom!

The sword's edge didn't touch the tabletop, but the immense gravitational field had already crushed it down, and the solid wooden table instantly turned to dust with a muffled thud.

"good!"

Gu Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he felt the perfect resonance between the power within his body and the sword. A feeling of exhilaration welled up within him. "A maximum of 30,000 tons—for at least five years, I won't have to worry about weapons anymore."

Five years later, he will surely reach a higher level and acquire a more powerful divine weapon.

Feeling the boundless potential contained within the divine sword in his hand, Gu Yuan's heart was filled with anticipation for the future.