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

The craftsman was taken aback at first, then took the blueprints from the boy's hands with some suspicion, before gasping in shock: "How do you have blueprints?!"

Even they had never seen such complete blueprints for the Frost Lyre!

Chu Xianlan thought to herself: Of course it was... obtained from Caiyuan's weapon-forging workshop in the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm.

That was truly from the weapon-refining pavilion a thousand years ago, never having been damaged; the blueprints and the embryonic forms of magical artifacts were perfectly preserved. And because the senior was so generous, it all ended up in the junior's storage bag.

No wonder he thought the broken zither looked familiar, but he didn't dare to confirm it because it lacked spiritual energy. Only now has his guess been confirmed.

Chu Xianlan gave a simple and blunt evasive answer, "Haha, how could that be? That's amazing."

Half-demon artifact cultivator: "..."

They're just being perfunctory and not taking it seriously at all.

In the cultivation world, everyone relies on their own abilities, and opportunities are unpredictable. Since the young man has no intention of explaining, the half-demons can do nothing about it.

When someone kindly offers you a benefit, relentlessly pressing them for details shows a lack of tact.

What's more, their partners are standing behind them.

Several artifact cultivators had long ago noticed the half-demon aura emanating from Chu Xianlan, tacitly acknowledging their ambiguous relationship, and choosing not to expose it. They couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "Young people these days have no sense of restraint at all. Look at that scent, is it appropriate?"

It would make even a half-demon blush!

I don't know why, even though they're in a relationship, this boy keeps calling me "Master, Master." Maybe he's just playing around!

It's so embarrassing for a half-demon to hear!

After calming down, the weapon repairmen frantically flipped through the blueprints and got to work immediately. A look of fascination gradually appeared in their eyes, but it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads, and their mood became even more depressed than before.

"It's over, everything is over..."

The team leader asked, "What happened?"

One of the artifact crafters collapsed to the ground, frantically scratching and groaning, "The Frost Heaven Harp is so badly damaged that ordinary smelting furnaces won't work. Only the Heavenly Crafting Furnace can restore it; otherwise, there's no way to save it."

The team leader looked troubled: "The Heavenly Crafting Furnace!? Isn't that a legendary ancient artifact? Where are we supposed to find it now?!"

The weapon repairmen shook their heads and fell silent.

"So how did you fix it before?!"

"It wasn't this bad before...," the repairman said with a bitter face. "It was all just minor repairs."

Was Peach Blossom Spring truly doomed, and were they left with no choice but to accept their misfortune? The hearts of the half-demons sank deeper and deeper, and a silent despair began to take root.

Having finally obtained complete blueprints and seen a glimmer of hope, it vanished before our very eyes.

Chu Xianlan turned and glanced at Yi Chen, then coughed lightly, appropriately interrupting their overly heavy emotions.

"I have the Heavenly Crafting Furnace."

Isn't that another coincidence?

The half-demon, collapsing in despair, stared blankly.

One of the weapon mechanics quickly scrambled to his feet, his eyes clearly showing disbelief, but he still managed to ask desperately, "Is this really true?"

Chu Xianlan nodded, and a miniature smelting furnace appeared in her palm. With a gentle toss, it instantly transformed into a colossal object that filled half of the altar.

The half-demon, desperately asking, remained silent: "?"

"This, this..."

"...Is it really the Heavenly Crafting Furnace?"

Before they could recover from their shock, another artifact cultivator, who was covering his face, suddenly spoke up, "But I've heard that the fire of the Heavenly Crafting Furnace is extremely rare. Even if you have the furnace, without the Myriad Colors Creation Flame, it's all for nothing..."

So Chu Xianlan reached up and grabbed Yan Ling, who was watching the show, from above, and pulled her down. "Yes."

"It's me again!" Yanling was forced to perform, transforming back into her fiery steed form, her hooves clattering, and she chewed a few times in her mouth, preparing for a moment.

Then, he spat into the stove with a "pui" sound.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the blazing colorful flames shot up to the top of the Heavenly Crafting Furnace, and a gust of wind howled, instantly illuminating the entire altar.

The weapon repairman, covering his face, thought: "?"

"Thousand Tribulations Hammer..."

Yes, we have them all.

Chu Xianlan then took out a large, black hammer from her storage pouch and tossed it gently into the air with a smile.

The half-demons were truly speechless.

Their expressions were all shifting, and for a moment they were somewhat bewildered, their minds buzzing as if they were daydreaming.

I can't figure out who this young man is.

Blueprints, Heavenly Crafting Furnace, Myriad-Colored Creation Flame, Thousand Tribulations Hammer—any one of these items would be enough to make the cultivation world fight tooth and nail for them. How come they're all in your hands, kid?!

The weapon cultivators fell silent, no longer daring to make any more demands, and a strange fear arose within them—not that they were afraid of Chu Xianlan, but rather of his seemingly bottomless storage pouch.

If they keep asking, they might shout that they want to see a prince of the Southern Cang royal family, and the boy could pull out the person without batting an eye.

...How many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?

Now that things have come to this, the weapon cultivators can finally understand why Yi Chen kept such a close watch on people... because Chu Xianlan is a treasure!

It's enough to make any half-demon jealous!

If it weren't for Yi Chen's terrifying gaze, they would have loved to rush up and kiss Chu Xianlan!

The repair work proceeded smoothly and efficiently.

The half-demons were working with human cultivators to refine weapons for the first time, essentially entrusting the lifeline of Peach Blossom Spring to Chu Xianlan. Strangely, they didn't seem too uneasy.

Although the boy was still young, he had an aura that made people inexplicably convinced, as if as long as they followed him, they would not go astray.

The weapon cultivators were engrossed in their battle, and the others, not daring to intervene rashly, wisely kept a few steps back. Wei Jin glanced at Yi Chen and said, "You two, master and disciple, are keeping quite a few things to yourselves. That furnace looks quite valuable. Is it alright to just use such a trump card like that?"

Yi Chen watched his disciple's busy figure from afar and said, "It's alright."

Chu Xianlan had already discussed the matter of the Heavenly Crafting Furnace with Yi Chen. The two masters and disciples were of one mind and did not intend to make it public before advancing to the Nascent Soul stage.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

The appearance of ancient artifacts will surely cause a sensation, but the current situation does not allow for any secrecy.

Peach Blossom Spring has solved many problems for them, so it is only right and proper for us to lend a helping hand.

"It's done!"

A clear shout, and a dazzling light!

The last trace of impurity in the spiritual artifact was completely polished away by the Thousand Tribulations Hammer, and a radiant light burst forth from the Heavenly Crafting Furnace, illuminating the entire altar.

The Frosty Lyre is back!

A dark blue guqin floats atop the altar, its tail adorned with an exquisitely crafted dragon, poised to soar through the clouds.

He possessed an ethereal and otherworldly aura, untouched by worldly dust.

In an instant, the sky above Peach Blossom Spring was bright and clear, the last trace of gloom vanished, and the long-disordered celestial phenomena finally returned to normal.

Everyone stared in awe at the extraordinary sight before them, a profound sense of awe washing over them.

Suddenly, Chu Xianlan felt a sense of unease and looked up at the top of the altar.

I saw that underground monster floating in mid-air.

The monster's hideous body was bathed in the ethereal light of the Frost Lyre, as if it had been parched for a long time and then received a refreshing rain, its filth gradually fading away.

The mud and sand peeled away, the filth dissipated, and it transformed into the shape of a child.

It would be more accurate to say they were celestial attendants under the command of immortals.

He had an unreal, delicate face with gentle features, beautiful and clear honey-colored eyes, and soft, fluffy brown hair braided into a long plait that fell from his shoulders.

That extremely inclusive and gentle aura made Chu Xianlan's heart skip a beat. A premonition was about to emerge, and he whispered, "Earth Spirit..."

Di Ling nodded, smiled slightly at him, and raised his hand to pluck the strings of his zither.

The sound of the zither spread like a tide for hundreds of miles. Chu Xianlan was stunned. He saw the space in front of him gradually distort, as if some force was trying to take him away from this altar. Just as he was in shock, he felt his wrist being firmly grasped by Yi Chen.

Chu Xianlan turned her head to the side. The scenery around her was changing, but her master was the only clear presence.

The next moment, a wind from a thousand years ago blew on the boy's cheek.