I've announced that I'm destined to have many children, and my father has bestowed upon me

The guard obeyed and left, leaving the study with a warm atmosphere.

Each of the four wives held a brocade box, lovingly caressing their own Xuan-grade magical artifact, their faces beaming with heartfelt joy and emotion.

For them, the quality of the ritual implements was certainly precious.

But what touched them even more was Zhao Chen'an's affection for each and every one of them, which he carefully kept in his heart.

Before long, the sound of a guard reporting from outside the door came.

"Your Highness, Sect Leader Ye and Miss Ye from Tianjian Mountain have arrived and are waiting in the front hall."

Zhao Chen'an nodded and said gently to his four wives:

"You all go back to your rooms and familiarize yourselves with the magical artifacts. I'll be right back."

"Husband, go ahead and do your work."

Liu Ruoshuang spoke first, showing her understanding and consideration.

The other three women nodded in agreement, each carrying their own brocade box, and left the study with satisfied smiles.

……

The main hall of the Prince of Wei's residence.

Ye Haoran and Ye Shenglin stood side by side, both dressed in clean and neat outfits.

Ye Haoran's aura was as steady as a mountain, and his pressure as a ninth-level Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator was restrained, yet he was still not to be underestimated.

Ye Shenglin, standing beside him, had an even more aloof and sharp demeanor, like a drawn sword.

Just by standing there quietly, an invisible sword intent emanated from him.

With the help of the sacred elixir, her injuries were not only healed.

The essence of swordsmanship has reached a new level, subtly hinting at a return to simplicity and authenticity.

Upon seeing Zhao Chen'an emerge from the inner hall, Ye Haoran immediately clasped his hands in a salute.

"Greetings, Your Highness Prince Wei."

"Sect Leader Ye, there's no need for such formalities."

Zhao Chen'an waved his hand, sat down in the main seat, and got straight to the point.

"The reason I invited you two here today is to discuss the matter of traveling to the Eastern Continent."

"The date is set for two weeks from now. What does Sect Leader Ye think?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Haoran nodded solemnly:

"Your Highness's arrangement is entirely at your disposal; Heavenly Sword Mountain has no objections."

"it is good."

Zhao Chen'an responded, then changed the subject and looked at Ye Shenglin, who was standing silently to the side.

"During the Heavenly Pride Tournament, I noticed that Miss Ye's magic sword seemed to be damaged."

When this matter was mentioned, a barely perceptible hint of sadness flashed across Ye Shenglin's usually aloof face.

For a swordsman, the sword is his second life.

The breakage of her natal magic sword, which had been with her for many years, was a significant blow to her.

Ye Haoran also sighed softly, a hint of helplessness on his face.

Although Tianjian Mountain is founded on swords, it is extremely difficult to find a suitable sword for a genius of Ye Shenglin's caliber.

Just then, Zhao Chen'an's calm voice rang out again.

"I have recently been studying the art of weapon crafting and have gained some insights."

"If Miss Ye doesn't mind, I can reforge one for you."

Both Ye Haoran and his daughter were taken aback by these words.

Ye Haoran reacted the fastest. He looked at Zhao Chen'an with some surprise and tentatively asked:

"Your Highness... is also a weapon refiner?"

This news was quite unexpected.

A prince with extraordinary talent has now taken on the additional role of a weapon refiner.

That's a bit too omnipotent.

"A low-grade weapon refiner?"

Ye Shenglin finally spoke, his cool voice carrying a hint of undisguised surprise.

Earth-grade weapon refiners are extremely rare, regardless of the dynasty, and hold an incomparably prestigious status.

Zhao Chen'an is so young, yet he has already ventured into this field?

Of course, Ye Shenglin could never have imagined that Zhao Chen'an was not just of Earth Rank, but—of Heaven Rank!

Although it has not been successfully refined yet.

Seeing the shocked expressions on the father and daughter's faces, Zhao Chen'an understood.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

He gently shook his head.

"With the resources of Tianjian Mountain, we should have no shortage of Earth-grade magic weapons."

Ye Haoran nodded subconsciously; Tianjian Mountain has a thousand-year-old heritage.

He does possess a few Earth-grade magic weapons, but they don't perfectly match Ye Shenglin's swordsmanship attributes.

Zhao Chen'an continued in a nonchalant tone:

"I was thinking that perhaps I could try to forge a... Heavenly Grade Sword."

"What?!"

This time, Ye Haoran could no longer remain calm. He suddenly stood up from his seat, his face filled with horror and disbelief.

Top-grade!

These two words, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded in his mind!

What did he hear?

This Prince Wei says he wants to forge a Heavenly Grade Magic Weapon?

How is that possible!

Looking across the several dynasties surrounding the Great Zhou, no Heavenly-grade weapon refiner has ever been born in the past few hundred years!

Every top-grade weapon refiner is a terrifying existence that even the Holy Dynasty would treat as an honored guest!

How old is Zhao Chen'an?

Even if he had started learning weapon crafting from the womb, he could not have reached such an unbelievable level!

Ye Shenglin, who was standing to the side, was also completely stunned.

Her usually calm and collected eyes were now filled with shock. Her hands, clasped at her sides, tightened instinctively.

A sword of the highest quality...

That is the ultimate artifact that every swordsman dreams of!

This man, who once severely injured her with a cauldron on the arena and then saved her from the brink of death with a sacred elixir, now actually says he wants to forge a heavenly-grade sword for her.

In an instant, Ye Shenglin's heart was filled with turbulent waves, and he could no longer maintain his calm and clear-headed demeanor.

Seeing the father and daughter's flustered appearance, Zhao Chen'an was very satisfied.

He wanted to use this most direct method to completely subdue Tianjian Mountain.

Let them understand the unimaginable benefits they will gain from cooperating with them.

After a long while, Ye Haoran finally came to his senses from the great shock. He took a deep breath.

He forced down his turbulent emotions, but his voice still trembled slightly.

"Your Highness...is this true?"

"nature."

Zhao Chen'an nodded slightly:

"However, I am only somewhat confident. Whether it succeeds or not depends on the materials."

When the materials were mentioned, the excitement on Ye Haoran's face instantly froze, replaced by a deep sense of bitterness and embarrassment.

He slumped back into his chair and said with a wry smile:

"To be honest, Your Highness... in order to purchase the materials for the sacred-grade pills for Sheng Ling, my Heavenly Sword Mountain... has already emptied all its resources. Now, we simply cannot produce a single piece of material to forge a Heavenly-grade magic sword."

In the end, this powerful figure at the ninth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, a giant among men, actually showed a hint of shame on his face.

Zhao Chen'an was also taken aback.

He really didn't expect that Tianjian Mountain would be squeezed so clean.

Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to test my weapon-forging skills and do Tianjian Mountain a huge favor, but now it seems that things are going to be a bit difficult.

It wasn't that he lacked materials, but to produce them out of thin air would be too shocking.

Just as he was pondering how to smooth things over, Ye Haoran suddenly gritted his teeth, a resolute look flashing in his eyes.

"Your Highness! This matter cannot be left unresolved!"

He abruptly stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Chen'an, and said in a deep voice:

"Please wait here briefly, Your Highness. I will return to Tianjian Mountain immediately!"

"Even if it means digging three feet into the ground of the sect's foundation, I will gather all the necessary materials for Sheng Ling!"

After saying that, he didn't pause for a moment, but turned to Ye Shenglin and gave him a word of advice.

"Sheng Ling, you stay in the Prince's residence and wait for my return!"

Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of sword light, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

The whole process was so fast that Zhao Chen'an didn't even have time to react.

In an instant, only Zhao Chen'an and Ye Shenglin remained in the vast main hall.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle.

Ye Shenglin stood there blankly, clearly still reeling from his father's swift and decisive actions.

She was just... left behind?

A strange sense of panic crept into her heart. It was an unfamiliar emotion she had never felt since she began practicing swordsmanship.

Zhao Chen'an smiled slightly as he looked at her unusually bewildered expression.

This leader of Tianjian Mountain is truly a man of action.

He coughed lightly, breaking the silence, and took the initiative to speak, his tone much gentler.

"Sect Leader Ye is indeed... decisive and efficient."

He looked at Ye Shenglin and asked with a smile:

"Miss Ye's injuries should have healed by now, right? Has her strength returned to its peak?"

Ye Shenglin's delicate body trembled slightly. She dared not meet his gaze, but turned her head to the side and nodded almost imperceptibly.

A faint blush quietly appeared on that usually aloof and icy beautiful face.