At the Cui residence, outside the smithing hall, Li Yuan had just completed crafting a new spirit artifact, a paperweight.4

In essence, it was like a flying brick that could attack and defend. Compared to the gourd Elder Zhu used to unleash a swarm of mosquito-like needle attacks, the gourd was more about quantity and wide coverage, while the paperweight was solid and forceful with every strike.3

However, Li Yuan could sense that this paperweight was just barely above average, certainly not on par with that gourd. He could not help wanting to complain.0

Back in his previous life, the treasures he read about in novels could grow larger when tossed out, might be wreathed in phoenixes or coiled with dragons, or even radiate rainbow-colored brilliance that could blind onlookers.0

Compared to those, the spirit weapons in this world felt almost underwhelming. Then again, it was possible such flashy artifacts did exist; he had simply never reached the level to witness them.0

Before long, Mu Chen, an elder of the Holy Tree Temple arrived. He cradled the paperweight carefully, studying its crimson surface. It resembled a piece of solidified lava from a volcano, with a faint glow within—traces of the same source blood Mu Chen possessed.0

Because the spirit artifact was fused with a person’s...0