At the Purple Firmament Institute, Yaoguang activated the power of his primordial psyche and guided Yun Lai, Wei Yan, Lu Yuan, and the other artifact-refinement masters as they rapidly produced the export version of the improved Purple Firmament Type 12 flying swords.0

"Once this batch of flying swords is finished, the Golden Temple’s order will be halfway done." He had felt completely at ease.0

The three thousand flying swords were being produced in batches of three hundred, and four batches had already been handed over. The fifth delivery would follow soon. Every delivery brought in spirit stones worth millions.1

There was no denying it. This kind of business had been absurdly profitable. Of course, the main reason it had been so lucrative was that Elder Panqi had offered an exceptionally high price. Other factions would not necessarily have been willing to pay such a steep premium for high-grade spirit artifact flying swords. Treasured-artifact-level flying swords would have been more reasonable.0

But no matter what, as long as there were orders, there were spirit stones to be earned. With spirit stones, the Nine Cauldron Sect's cultivators would no longer have to pinch pennies while cultivating. Spirit-gathering arrays could be upgraded, and other arrays across the city could...0