Half a day later.

Flower-Blooming Forging Workshop.

A group of elegant young gentlemen arrived together to open blind boxes.

When they saw the exquisite long boxes on the shelves, each box had different paintings, exquisitely beautiful, their expressions showed a touch of amazement.

"This weapon design and box style must be the work of an interesting eccentric."

"Such a pity, in that Demon Manor."

"Rare indeed, rare indeed! Truly a treasure!"

"With this treasure sword, I shall ascend to the seventh floor of the Red House, and chat about the ancient poems of Xinyi from eight hundred years ago!"

"I think you, your poetry won't hold up, and you'll become her blood feast, no one to blame."

...

Each of them bought a blind box and opened it.

They discovered that within these blind boxes, the weapons had identical functions, yet differed in form and color according to the superiority of their divine techniques and spells.

Painted with the desolate snow land, the [Ceramic White].

Painted with azure waves, the [Ice Crystal Blue].

And the most dazzling, most rare collectible version, with only a one in ten chance of appearing...

Painted with rainbow thunder dragon's [Dawn Purple]!

Inside there was special secondary packaging, the style not resembling a weapon, but like a wonder of the sky, simply too brilliantly beautiful.

"Hmm!? Why is it Ceramic White? I loathe snow fields most in life."

"Another box."

"It's killing me! I have a grudge against snow fields!"

"Another one!"

"The next one, the next one should be it."

One of the young gentlemen opened eight blind boxes in a row, emptied his little gold vault, just to seek a piece of Dawn Purple.

Because rare color, beautiful!

The result was he emptied them all without success, he flushed with anger, experiencing the malice of blind boxes for the first time in his life.

Blind boxes are simply the work of sinister merchants!

Was it so hard to get the color style one desired?

If not for maintaining face in front of colleagues, who knows what madness he would have committed.

The old shopkeeper watched with a motherly smile, indeed his business experience had predicted correctly.

Were these people fools, spendthrifts?

Of course not!

In these times, all are well-read scholars, everyone knows the subtleties within this, yet they are still willing to buy.

No other reason, to show noble status, and indulge in literary elegance.

A folding fan, a robe crafted from precious materials, are treasures longed for within scholarly circles, to show off status when one visits the brothel, respecting worthy individuals.

This is an open strategy.

Furthermore, buying this weapon is actually not a loss, rarity makes it precious.

Loose Cultivators are unsuitable for it because after they burst, no one protects them.

But for a family, it can serve as a trump card for young cultivators, or for Death Warriors to explode for protection.

The young gentleman who emptied the blind boxes turned to Zhang Huaping: "This magical artifact, willing to sell for a thousand magic coins?"

Zhang Huaping, who was daydreaming beside him, widened his eyes entirely shaken.

Just now...

What was he talking about?

...

...

After this day.

The blind box model exploded across Pingchang City, an unseen current flooding through shops everywhere.

Though the trend had only just started to heat up, how brutal is industry competition?

Various family spies quickly reported detailed information to the chief shopkeepers managing family shops.

They first studied the blind box model, then marveled.

What kind of genius merchant is this?

This is a tailor-made novel sales model for weapons?

Too bad.

Only these weapons are suited to this model.

Immediately some began secretly studying the weapons, seeking imitation, and launching newer advanced weapons.

After all, this weapon's grade is extremely low, they immediately saw.

They quickly discovered.

"What, can't imitate?? With some currently unknown special forging technology, so exquisite?"

"What's the use of raising you lot!"

"Weapons aside, can't even imitate the box?"

"Are those people mad, they even use such special methods for a box?"

This angered many shopkeepers.

At the Sword Casting Demon Manor, there must be a batch of skilled blacksmiths.

Zhang Huaping seemed to have mentioned earlier, extremely haughty and proud, nose in the air...not knowing where they got this batch of blacksmiths.

Such exquisite methods, they must indeed be masters, no wonder they're so temperamental.

Of course, they wouldn't stop here.

They started spending a large sum to invite an illustrious unique woman from the topmost floor of the Red House: Hua Shiyue.

To have her study this weapon, to decode the forging formula!

This was a presence even the ancestors of various families revered.

She too maintained her elegance from when alive, in poetry and exchanges with people discussing poetry and books.

When a great power passes by, those scholars and literati would come to discuss local customs and traditions, exchanging knowledge.

To this day, she is well-traveled and knowledgeable.

With her unique spirit root divine technique obtained from a secret realm—Ten Thousand Books, she analyzes structures by consuming items.

For instance, consuming books to gain the knowledge within.

Consuming magical artifacts allows one to analyze the forging structure based on experience.

Through ages, many families and clans in Pingchang City sought to win over this unmastered unique woman, gain her affection, and invite her home as an ancestor to increase their foundation.

Sadly, no one could win her over.

Even becoming a "check-in point" for many passing cultivators, who came hoping she'd take notice.

With her around, they firmly believed there were no undecipherable recipes.

Red House.

"Such a beautiful magical artifact."

Hua Shiyue gracefully put down her teacup, took up a knife and lightly tasted a few mouths, "Three pounds and seven ounces of copper ingot..."

Hmm?

She pursed her lips, seeming to sense something.

She showed a terrified look, covering her face with her sleeve, almost retching, "Quickly take it away, quickly!"

"Close the door, send off the guest!!"

Click.

The door abruptly closed.

The shopkeepers of various stores were blown away, their hearts greatly terrified.

Even she...

The forging process of this weapon, after all...

Their faces turned heavier.

This clearly wasn't the usual style of those Demon Cultivators, no longer simply being bandits and robbing, suddenly becoming clever and cunning, starting businesses...

The Sword Casting Demon Manor, who knows what's happened, perhaps more terrifying than before.

Because they have brains now.

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...

Morning.

Ning Zheng finished breakfast early, stretching lazily.

Today's tasks are a bit many.

Receive the connecting merchant Zhang Huaping, and welcome the second batch of blacksmiths.

Honestly, he didn't want to squeeze them into the same day because it might cause issues.

Mainly because he promised Jiucai Rong the day before, to recruit blacksmiths in the morning, cannot break the word.

And Zhang Huaping generally came for handovers early morning too.

After all, many times they would be busy until noon or even afternoon, must advance it a bit.

But Ning Zheng thought about it, and didn't plan to reschedule the discussion with her.

This shouldn't be a big deal.

Because after several times, Ning Zheng already trusted the blacksmiths' integrity, they wouldn't joke in front of outsiders, they behaved exceptionally solemnly.

Moreover, he had learned to manage them with "tasks."

Believing a task given by him, they would earnestly complete all instructions.

"Hmm, let's go meet that merchant." Ning Zheng leisurely walked up the mountain, feeling very good today.

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