What does my ancestor's pregnancy have to do with me, a mere servant?

As dusk settled, Lin Yuan returned to his cave.

Instead of rushing to refine pills, he completely cleared out the bluestone workbench and laid out a complete set of weapon-refining tools.

Xuan Iron Hammer, Spirit Fire Quenching Pool, Engraved Silver Needle, Century-Old Ice Silkworm Silk, Illusory Sound Flower Liquid.

There was also the jade slip containing the blueprint for refining the "Hundred Flowers Ice Silkworm Skirt" that I bought from Danbaoge.

With his current level as an eighth-grade weapon craftsman, the craftsmanship of the Splitting Light Shadowless Sword and the Wind and Thunder Illusion Boots among the four sets of top-grade magic weapon blueprints exceeded his limit, and the Yin Sha Nine Nether Thunder Pearl even required the Yin Sha Qi from the ground to be crafted.

The Hundred Flowers Ice Silk Dress is unique in that its requirements for inscribing runes are precisely at the limit of an eighth-grade weapon master.

It can be refined, but the margin for error is extremely low.

Lin Yuan spread the ice silkworm silk on the table. The silvery-white threads were cool to the touch, and a faint water-attribute spiritual light flowed across their surface.

He took a deep breath and flicked a wisp of pure spiritual fire from his fingertips.

The flame temperature is precisely controlled at the critical point that the ice silk can withstand, forcing out impurities from inside the silk thread one by one.

The purified ice silk becomes almost transparent, but its toughness increases several times over.

The next step is the most crucial one—engraving defensive array patterns into the silk threads.

Lin Yuan took out the engraved silver needle, and a wisp of extremely fine divine consciousness condensed at the tip of the needle.

His mastery of the eighth-rank artifact craftsman gave him a thorough understanding of the transmission path of spiritual energy within the silk fibers. The spacing, depth, and direction of each array pattern were all driven by instinct.

The silver needle moved about, and fine lines gradually took shape on the transparent silk thread.

Time passes little by little.

Two hours later, the main body of the skirt had basically taken shape.

The skirt is white with a faint glimmer of icy blue light. No array patterns are visible on the surface, but one can sense hundreds of tiny defensive runes interwoven into a tight energy network by probing with divine sense.

The final touch—evenly soaking the hem of the skirt with the ethereal floral liquid. After the liquid seeps into the silk threads, a faint, icy floral pattern appears on the surface of the entire long skirt, then its luster subsides, restoring its pristine simplicity.

Lin Yuan lifted her long skirt and shook it on the clothes rack next to the cave wall.

The skirt is so light it's almost weightless, yet it has a refreshingly cool feel to the touch.

Just one last step.

The Hundred Flowers Ice Silkworm Skirt is a close-fitting defensive magic artifact. The defensive array patterns must fit the wearer's spiritual meridians and body size in order to unleash the full power of this top-grade magic artifact.

In other words, the person wearing it has to adjust it themselves.

Just as Lin Yuan finished cleaning up his tools, the array outside the cave began to fluctuate.

The stone door was pushed open.

Lin Feilu walked in.

Tonight, she wore a plain-colored outer robe, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail with a ribbon. Her complexion was rosy, and her spiritual energy fluctuations were much calmer than the day before, clearly indicating that the top-grade Qi-cultivating pill was already taking effect.

The first thing she saw when she entered the room was the long dress with a faint icy blue sheen on the clothes rack.

He paused for a moment.

"What is this?"

"The Hundred Flowers Ice Silkworm Skirt, a top-grade defensive magic artifact." Lin Yuan wiped the remaining flower liquid from his hands with a cloth without looking up. "When activated, it can generate a water-attribute shield, easily withstanding a full-force attack from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. It also has a built-in stealth effect. I refined it for you."

Lin Feilu's expression changed.

She strode to the clothes rack and reached out to touch the skirt. An extremely delicate sensation came from her fingertips, and then hundreds of defensive array patterns hidden deep within the silk threads simultaneously lit up with a pale blue light, spontaneously circulating along her spiritual energy.

"A top-grade magic weapon... When did you learn weapon crafting?" Lin Feilu turned her head, her phoenix eyes filled with shock.

Two days ago they were drawing thunder talismans, and today they're already refining top-grade magic weapons?

Just how many cards does this person still have up their sleeve?

"I just learned it," Lin Yuan said casually.

Lin Feilu's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't reply, though a strange warmth welled up inside her.

"However, there's a problem." Lin Yuan put down the cloth and said seriously, "The defensive array patterns need final adjustments based on your spiritual vein distribution. You need to put it on, and I'll use my divine sense to calibrate the array pattern nodes from the outside."

Lin Feilu remained silent for two seconds.

"Turn around."

Lin Yuan wisely turned around and faced the wall.

I heard the rustling sound of clothes behind me. After a moment, the sound stopped.

"alright."

Lin Yuan turned around.

The scene in his field of vision made him catch his breath.

The Hundred Flowers Ice Silk Dress was tailored to fit her perfectly, with icy blue silk threads tightly wrapping around Lin Feilu's tall and slender figure, extending from her collarbone all the way to her ankles. The ice flower patterns on the dress, appearing and disappearing in the light, slowly bloomed and closed with the natural flow of spiritual energy within her body, flickering uncertainly under the moonstone's reflection.

She was born with a cool and aloof beauty.

After changing into this ice silk dress, her entire aura seemed to be ignited—not in a flamboyant way, but in a chilling and awe-inspiring way that emanated from her very bones.

Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment.

All the calculations in his mind about attribute points, spirit stones, and the Saintess election went blank for a fraction of a second.

Then he came to his senses.

"...The array calibration may take half an incense stick's time. Don't move around."

Lin Yuan stepped forward, released his divine sense to probe into the skirt, and began to adjust the rune nodes.

He tried to focus his attention on the cold, icy lines of the array.

Lin Feilu stood still, motionless.

On her turned face, a very faint red tinge was spreading near her earlobe.

Lin Yuan released a wisp of divine sense, which pierced straight to the bottom of the Hundred Flowers Ice Silkworm Skirt.

"Calm your mind and guide your magical power along my consciousness," Lin Yuan reminded him.

Lin Feilu closed her eyes and let out a soft "hmm" through her nose.

Lin Yuan's mastery of the Eighth Rank Artifact Master allowed him to have a thorough understanding of the formation's structure. The Hundred Flowers Ice Silkworm Skirt contained seventy-two core spiritual energy nodes, which had to perfectly align with the wearer's main meridians.

Divine consciousness ascended along the silk threads.

The first node was at the ankle. Lin Yuan's divine sense touched the array patterns, and the icy blue threads suddenly tightened, adhering to the skin. Lin Feilu's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Next are the calves, thighs, and waist.

Her divine sense moved extremely slowly. Each calibration of a single array node caused a slight fluctuation in Lin Feilu's spiritual energy. The icy touch of the ice silk clashed with the warmth of her blood and qi.

Lin Feilu stood still, her back ramrod straight. Within the Xuan Yin Sect, the strong prey on the weak, and male cultivators often viewed female cultivators with calculated, tangible meaning.

No one would expend such immense and meticulous effort to tailor-make her life-saving armor stitch by stitch.

The light blue patterns on the surface of the silkworm skirt lit up layer by layer.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Lin Yuan's forehead. It was still a bit of a stretch for an eighth-grade weapon craftsman to forge this treasure; one wrong step and this top-grade magic weapon would be ruined on the spot.

After an incense stick has burned.

The final array pattern completed its loop at the collarbone. The entire long dress emitted a very soft hum. The water-attribute spiritual light subsided, and the dress returned to its original pure and transparent state.

Lin Yuan withdrew his divine sense and took half a step back.

"Try activating your spiritual power," Lin Yuan said, his voice tinged with exhaustion from mental strain.

Lin Feilu's spiritual energy circulated within her body.

Suddenly, her skirt burst forth with a dazzling aquamarine light. A semi-transparent water-based spiritual energy shield materialized out of thin air, protecting her entirely in the center.

Lin Yuan raised his hand. A spiritual sword aura at the limit of the ninth level of Qi Refining condensed at his fingertips.

With a flick of his finger, the sword energy shot straight towards Lin Feilu's heart.

Lin Feilu did not dodge.

The sword energy struck the surface of the heavy shield. A muffled thud resounded. The sword energy shattered and dissipated instantly. The azure shield surface didn't even ripple.

Lin Yuan nodded: "The margin for error is sufficient. It can even withstand a killing move from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Lin Feilu withdrew her spiritual power. The shield dissipated. She glanced down at the long dress that clung to her curves. The ice silk material carried a natural chill, yet an irrepressible warmth surged deep within her meridians.

"I'll change." She reached out and pinched the ribbon at the neckline.

Lin Yuan stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't rush, this is the dress I want."

Lin Feilu's hand froze in mid-air.

Her phoenix eyes widened. She instantly understood the meaning behind his words.

The redness from her ears spread down to her neck. She gritted her teeth and spat out a single word: "Get out."

Lin Yuan, of course, didn't roll away.

……

One hour later.

[Current remaining attribute points: 1078]

Lin Yuan glanced at the small golden characters at the bottom of his eye and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

It's really killing me to get those few attribute points.

"Sigh...this is really too tiring!" Lin Yuan thought to himself.

Lin Feilu stood by the bed, quickly adjusting her long dress.

The Hundred Flowers Ice Silk Dress truly lives up to its reputation as a top-grade magical artifact. Despite such intense treatment, not a single wrinkle remained on its surface. It remained close-fitting, cool, and pristine.

She took out a black token that gleamed with a cold, eerie light from her storage bag and tossed it to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan reached out and caught it.

The token was extremely heavy, with a hideous demon's head carved on its surface, and two blood-red crystals embedded in the demon's eyes.

"This is a special-grade warrant that my master obtained from the guarding elder." Lin Feilu resumed her cold tone. "With this warrant, we only have one day and one night inside. Otherwise, the protective Yin talisman will fail, and the pure Yin evil energy of Xuanming Yougu will invade our bodies, causing irreversible damage."

"There's enough time." Lin Yuan tucked the ghost face token into his pocket.

He took a large black robe and draped it over his shoulders, put on a wooden mask with an expressionless face, and casually cast a spell to forcibly suppress his aura to the lowest possible level.

……