When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Cooling fan?

Bisch had no idea what materials or techniques were used, or how it was made!

Aside from a very few items that he personally supervised the workers to make, everything else in the Linglong Pavilion shop was made by the weapon refiners below.

Bisch usually only cares about issuing orders and signing his name; he wouldn't bother with such trivial details.

"master?"

Chu Xianlan called out once again with deep affection.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Bi Shi found himself in a difficult position.

He coughed lightly, giving a vague and evasive answer: "Well, the refining method involves a unique secret, and it's really inconvenient to explain it to outsiders."

Chu Xianlan suddenly understood, nodded in acknowledgment, and then pointed to the spirit sword floating on the jade stand, "This junior is foolish, but this Frostflowing Sword is of extraordinary quality. May I ask how the master solved the problem of spiritual energy dissipation during the quenching of the blade?"

"I've tried forging spirit swords before, but I lose 30% of my spiritual power every time I quench them. I just can't seem to get the hang of it," he said, scratching his chin and sighing as if he were very troubled. "Could you perhaps give me a little guidance, Master? Even just a general direction would be helpful!"

Looking at Chu Xianlan's eager expression, Bi Shi twitched his lips and said impatiently, "Quenching is about letting nature take its course. You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you. When you reach my level, you'll naturally understand that everything can be put into the furnace."

What a wonderful idea that everything can be put into the furnace.

It is truly the art of language.

Chu Xianlan sneered inwardly and said lightly, "In that case, would the master be willing to demonstrate his unique skill of being able to put anything into the furnace, so that everyone can broaden their horizons?"

Why are you talking about this again!

Ask, ask, ask! This is never going to end! You're constantly provoking me!

A nameless, ghostly anger, mixed with a guilty conscience, surged into Bi Shi's heart, and he completely lost his patience. How annoying! What "asking for advice" and "admiration"? He's probably just here to cause trouble and sabotage!

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he immediately snapped, "You brat, you've been asking me all sorts of questions since you walked in. Did someone send you to cause trouble?!"

Chu Xianlan blinked innocently.

"I didn't... I didn't..."

"Enough!" Bisch shouted towards the door. "Someone, throw this troublemaker out of here!"

Several burly guards entered in response, their faces unfriendly as they surrounded Chu Xianlan.

Chu Xianlan was so trying to suppress her laughter that she almost injured herself. She quickly raised her hand to cover her face and pretended to appease him, saying, "It was my fault for being so rude. How about this, I'll give this as an apology gift to Master Bi as compensation."

He gently patted the object in his hand onto the counter next to him.

Bisch's angry rebuke got stuck in his throat, and he swallowed it back with a gulp.

How did this thing end up in this kid's hands?!

"Where did you get the Crimson Mirror? It even has my spirit seal engraved on it... What do you mean by this?" His face turned completely dark. "You dare steal my things?!"

He finally understood: Chu Xianlan wasn't just here to cause trouble, she was actually a thief! She stole the things he had given to Ji Fuyao, and dared to shamelessly take them out and provoke him right in front of him?

That's incredibly audacious and utterly reckless!

Chu Xianlan slowly shook her head, saying helplessly, "Steal? Master is joking. I made this mirror."

"What did you say—" Bi Shi roared, but was rendered speechless by his actions.

To the astonishment of Bi Shi and everyone else in the shop, Chu Xianlan magically produced a second Crimson Mirror.

Then came the third, fourth, and fifth sides...

The small storage pouch was like an inexhaustible bottomless pit; in the blink of an eye, the table was piled high with identical magical artifacts. Anyone who didn't know better would think someone had just brought in a new batch.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the stack of mirrors, then at Bi Shi, whose face was flushed and pale, their gazes gradually becoming inquisitive.

"My God... so many identical Crimson Face Mirrors?"

"Didn't Master Bi say that he personally crafted these mirrors? How come this young man has them too, and a whole bunch of them at that?"

"Could it be a fake? But it doesn't look like one."

"I already said, I made them." Chu Xianlan shrugged, looking quite innocent. "It's normal to keep a few samples of what you made to play with, isn't it?"

Bi Shi felt as if he had been slapped several times from a distance; his cheeks were burning and his mind was buzzing. He finally realized something belatedly.

Of the ten magical artifacts he possessed, eight were made by the weapon refiners he hired, while the rest were miscellaneous items he acquired from mobile stalls on the black market.

Many magical artifacts on the black market are made by unknown rogue cultivators, some of whom are in a hurry to sell them for spirit stones, and they don't even know whether the maker is alive or dead. These unclaimed items of unknown origin are the safest to use as substitutes.

Bisch has been doing this all these years without ever making a single mistake.

I never expected that something from the black market would actually have an official owner.

And the person in question even came to our door!

As Bi Shi listened to the increasingly clear doubts from the surrounding guests, cold sweat broke out on his palms. He found Chu Xianlan's calm and collected face even more terrifying, much like the kind of demon who could drive people to despair with a smile.

But he was, after all, the son of the city lord of Shuangyun City. His anger and embarrassment quickly overwhelmed his panic. He had encountered poor artifact cultivators who came to extort money before. He could just suppress them with swift and decisive measures, beat them up, and kick them out.

Whether it's true or not, this is his territory, and if he says it's not true, then it's not true!

"You dare to make counterfeit goods and slander this master with such righteous indignation and spout nonsense! I'll take you to the city lord's mansion to be brought to justice right now!" Bi Shi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his Golden Fire Spirit Root activated, and his spiritual power surged out wildly.

Seeing that things were not going well, the guests who had originally been looking forward to watching the excitement began to leave.

In the midst of the chaos, a tall man dressed in black with dark hair emerged from behind the screen.

The man did not deliberately release any pressure or use any spiritual power, but Bi Shi felt a chill run down her spine just from his glance.

Breathing was difficult; an indescribable pressure surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

"Master... Godfather!!" Chu Xianlan turned around, extremely surprised.

That was close! I almost mispronounced it.

Nothing else matters, but the master's identity as a traveler cannot be lost.

"..."

Yi Chen had no desire to respond to this heavy title, choosing instead to transfer that nameless, heart-wrenching feeling onto Bi Shi, applying pressure subtly.

Bisch: !!

He could no longer stand; his knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.

Chu Xianlan frowned, instantly guessing that it was her master who had made the move.

Just as he was about to say that Bi Shi was nothing but a clown who stole other people's achievements and there was no need to trouble his master, as he could handle it himself, his words were interrupted by a deafening "Eek! Eek! Eek!"

"...?" Chu Xianlan was dumbfounded.

Who is weeping here?

Then, to the astonishment of everyone in the shop, the previously ferocious "weapon-refining master" suddenly pouted, his eyes reddened, and his nose twitched as he cried out with deep grievance, "You...you're bullying me!"

"Waaah—My father is the city lord of Shuangyun City! I'm going to tell my father! I'll have him deal with you all!"