Back in the Heaven and Earth Mystical Land, Qi Yuan had studied forging techniques and learned quite a bit.
The Heavenly Clan, where the Tattered Robe originated, had once been invaded by the Black Heaven. The world teetered on the edge of collapse before finally succumbing to destruction.
The Heavenly Clan had pursued the forging of radiant treasures, hoping to use them against the Black Heaven. However, they ultimately failed.
Before it ended, the Tattered Robe gifted Qi Yuan a relic called the Embryo of Radiance.
“Is this the sa world?”
“Could it simply be two ends of the sa tiline?”
“Or… do they rely share the sa forging thods?”
After all, forging techniques weren’t necessarily unique to the Heavenly Clan’s world.
In this realm, crafting techniques were said to have been passed down from beyond the heavens.
“This… counts as good news,” Qi Yuan murmured.
“Does this an I’m a celestial sovereign returning to the mortal world?”
“Or perhaps a great cultivator reborn 500 years earlier, equipped with top-tier forging techniques?”
During his ti in the Heaven and Earth Mystical Land, Qi Yuan had morized many forging thods. However, lacking materials, he had never practiced them.
Now, holding the Basics of Artifact Crafting manual, he studied it intently.
“To craft an artifact, one must first awaken the Heart Fla…”
For Qi Yuan, learning the art of crafting wasn’t particularly difficult.
He had studied extensively in the Heaven and Earth Mystical Land.
While the crafting thods in this realm had so differences, the underlying principles were similar.
Qi Yuan quickly grasped the concepts.
“The art of artifact crafting lies in the Heart Fla.
“A blazing fla illuminates the furnace, lting all materials.
“The Heart Fla arises from the heart, flows through the dantian, and manifests through intent…”
“Rise!”
With Qi Yuan’s command, a faint flicker of fire ignited in his heart, growing steadily in his dantian.
As he extended his hand, the fla surged and burned brightly in midair.
“This isn’t celestial fire—it’s an intriguing kind of fla,” Qi Yuan remarked, watching the white fla with curiosity.
Back in the Immortal Realm, he could summon fire with a single incantation.
But the essence of this fla was different, as were its underlying principles.
“There are countless paths in the world: cultivation in the Immortal Realm, martial cultivation in Gongxing, and then this…”
“Old man, fetch so materials and tell them I’m preparing to craft an artifact,” Qi Yuan instructed.
Now that his Heart Fla had awakened, Qi Yuan was ready to begin crafting.
“I’ll need withered mystic bamboo, iron water, and other materials…” Qi Yuan listed his requirents to Chen Kangbao.
Using the techniques he had learned in the Heaven and Earth Mysttical Land, these materials could be used to craft a flying-type artifact.
If Shen Lingxuan won’t let ride her, I’ll ride a flying artifact instead.
However, Qi Yuan wasn’t sure if the Shen family had all these materials.
If they didn’t, he’d have to modify the forging thods to use substitute materials.
“Understood.” Chen Kangbao swallowed his stead bun and went out to gather the materials.
anwhile, Qi Yuan continued to hone his Heart Fla.
An artifact master’s strength was closely tied to the potency of their Heart Fla.
A weak Heart Fla wouldn’t last long—barely enough to cook an egg, let alone forge artifacts.
Before Chen Kangbao returned, an unexpected visitor arrived at the courtyard.
“Brother-in-law, the Enforcent Hall sent soone to ask you a few questions. Just answer casually—don’t worry,” Shen Lingfeng said as he entered with a thin middle-aged man. The man had a stern expression and was a Yellow-grade weapon master.
The man glanced at Qi Yuan and said softly, “Routine procedure.”
“Ask away,” Qi Yuan replied, already guessing the reason for the visit.
It was likely related to the discovery of Shen Baiting’s body.
If word got out, it could be quite unfavorable for Qi Yuan at this mont.
The thin man pulled out a notebook and a pen.
“When you were in Ninghe County, did you encounter a specter and have your soul taken?” he asked, his eyes glimring faintly as if examining the completeness of Qi Yuan’s soul.
“I did encounter a specter, but my soul wasn’t taken. I’m perfectly normal,” Qi Yuan answered.
The thin man wrote a few lines in his notebook:
Soul confird intact.
No evidence of soul capture in Ninghe County.
No communication issues, ntal state normal.
After finishing, the man continued, “Yesterday morning, you and Shen Baiting reportedly had a conflict?”
“There wasn’t any conflict. I’m a son-in-law, and he wanted to bully . So I let him,” Qi Yuan replied earnestly.
“What?! That guy wanted to bully you?” Shen Lingfeng exclaid in anger.
“How did you know Shen Baiting intended to bully you?” the thin man pressed.
“Well… I have a superpower that lets hear people’s inner thoughts. I heard Shen Baiting cursing in his mind, so I knew he wanted to bully .
“I’m just a son-in-law—it’s normal to be bullied, isn’t it? So I went to him and asked him to go ahead and bully ,” Qi Yuan explained sincerely, his eyes wide with honesty.
The thin man paused.
Why does everything this guy says sound simple yet utterly baffling?
What superpower?
And why would being a son-in-law an you should willingly seek out bullying?
He hesitated, then crossed out “ntal state normal” in his notes and revised it:
“Thoughts disordered with strong delusions. Likely not soul-captured but severely traumatized by specter encounter.”
“Last night, Shen Baiting was found dead in his pond. It’s suspected soone pushed him in. Did you do it?” the thin man asked, though he was already inclined to believe Qi Yuan wasn’t involved.
“No, I didn’t push him,” Qi Yuan answered.
Indeed, he hadn’t pushed Shen Baiting. Shen Baiting had pinched him and, like a scheming green tea character, had flung himself into the pond, intending to fra Qi Yuan.
The thin man jotted down a few more notes in his notebook. “That’s all. Sorry for the disturbance.”
With that, the man left directly.
Shen Baiting’s death was shrouded in mystery. Even a clan Earth-grade weapon master had found no clues.
Such an enigmatic case clearly had nothing to do with a son-in-law like Qi Yuan.
If it hadn’t been for Shen Baiting’s public dispute with Qi Yuan the day before, they wouldn’t even have bothered questioning him.
“Brother-in-law, if anyone dares bully you again, just co to !” Shen Lingfeng said, patting his chest with loyalty.
Qi Yuan smiled. “I wouldn’t mind being bullied. By the way, could you ask your mother when she plans to bathe? Make sure to let know.”
Hearing this, Shen Lingfeng looked troubled. “Brother-in-law, that’s one favor I can’t help with.”
He wasn’t entirely clueless—he knew which requests were reasonable and which were not.
“How about this? Help just this once, and I’ll teach you so new romantic lines to help you woo girls!” Qi Yuan offered generously.
Shen Lingfeng’s eyes lit up. “I’ll go ask my mom right now! Wait for my good news!”
With that, he bolted out of the courtyard.
As the sun set and night fell, Qi Yuan found himself alone in the yard.
Chen Kangbao returned with a pile of crafting materials, but Shen Lingfeng never ca back with news.
“Seems like the people in the Shen household don’t bathe much. Sigh.”
Qi Yuan sighed deeply.
“Ti to… start crafting!”
…
In the Shen family’s main hall, Shen Wanshan sat in the head seat, his expression grave.
“How is he?” he asked.
Chen Xianwei, standing respectfully to the side, lowered his head and replied, “The son-in-law seems quite interested in artifact crafting.”
He recounted the day’s events to the family head.
“Does he have talent for it?” Shen Wanshan asked, his tone laced with complexity. “I hope he doesn’t break the Qi family’s legacy.”
“Well… The path of the artifact master is intricate. It depends not just on talent but also on whether the son-in-law is willing to commit to learning. Talent alone isn’t enough,” Chen Xianwei answered tactfully.
What he really wanted to say was: The son-in-law is mad. What’s the point of teaching him?
Over the past few days, he had only taught Qi Yuan the history of artifact crafting. He hadn’t taught him anything substantial.
After all, if a madman awakened his Heart Fla and started crafting without guidance, he might end up lting himself along with the materials.
Shen Wanshan saw Chen Xianwei’s hesitation and promised, “Thank you for your efforts. If Qi Yuan manages to craft a Yellow-grade artifact, I’ll increase your salary by 30%.”
“Could it be… 20%? Thirty feels asymtrical—it’s unsettling,” Chen Xianwei suggested, clearly uncomfortable with the number.
Shen Wanshan’s expression twitched. “Forty percent.”
Hearing this, Chen Xianwei finally felt satisfied. Suddenly, he thought of sothing and asked, “Family Head, the son-in-law’s father was said to be an artifact master. May I know his na? I wonder if I’ve heard of him.”
Chen Xianwei was curious about Qi Yuan’s father.
Qi Yuan’s ability to marry into the Shen family and wed Shen Lingxuan likely stemd from his father’s reputation.
Though Qi Yuan’s father was dead, his legacy seed to carry significant weight—possibly as a revered Earth-grade artifact master.
Yet Chen Xianwei couldn’t recall any Earth-grade artifact master surnad Qi.
At the question, Shen Wanshan’s expression changed slightly, as though recalling an old mory. “His na was erased. I can’t rember it.”
Chen Xianwei’s face darkened as well.
To have soone’s na erased? Such thods?
This implied a depth of intrigue he dared not probe further.
…
“Master, what is this?”
In the courtyard, Chen Kangbao stared at Qi Yuan’s creation, his expression strange.
“This… is a drone,” Qi Yuan replied proudly.
“Why does it look a bit like a fly?” Chen Kangbao muttered.
“Ahem. I can’t make a big drone yet, so I started with a small one.”
After receiving the materials, Qi Yuan had thrown himself into a chaotic frenzy of forging—and had actually succeeded in crafting a flying artifact.
However, as it was his first attempt, the result was… well, more of a decorative item.
The tiny drone’s power was equivalent to “the strength of ten mosquitoes.”
A clear waste.
By Chen Kangbao’s estimate, the materials used to make this drone could have bought thousands of at-filled buns.
“No matter. I’ll improve,” Qi Yuan said nonchalantly. “To role-play as a god, crafting drones isn’t enough. I’ll also need grenades, speakers, flashlights, projectors, caras, lightsabers…
“With these gadgets, I’ll surely achieve peak divine theatrics.”
Of course, his crafted items would have an otherworldly twist.
After all, this world had different rules than Earth. You couldn’t just replicate Earth’s technology and expect it to work.
This was where Qi Yuan’s ability to see hidden information would co in handy.
“We’re short on funds for materials. Once I craft so useless artifacts, I can sell them on the black market.
“For example, a lightsaber. I think it’s pretty cool. So people would love it—it’s flashy and stylish,” Qi Yuan suggested.
Artifact crafting materials were costly.
With his current resources, Qi Yuan couldn’t afford enough materials.
He was also reluctant to rely solely on the Shen family for resources.
Taking small amounts was fine, but larger, more valuable quantities wouldn’t be tolerated by the Shen family.
More importantly, if the Shen family discovered he was crafting artifacts to stage divine theatrics, wouldn’t his secret be exposed?
His drones, flashlights, and other props had to remain hidden.
Once exposed, the mystery and grandeur of a “god” would vanish, leaving him as nothing more than a clown pretending to be divine.
“Master, hurry up and craft artifacts so we can sell them and buy more buns!” Chen Kangbao’s eyes sparkled with excitent.
“…Why do I feel like I’ve beco your employee?” Qi Yuan muttered to himself.
Still, rembering how Chen Kangbao had helped him fend off specters, he let it slide.
“Materials are too scarce. Sigh, I wonder—if I lted myself down, could I forge a weapon?” Qi Yuan mused.
The next day, Chen Xianwei resud teaching Qi Yuan, just as he had the previous day.
The lessons remained simple—essentially a history class.
After all, he felt it was unwise to teach advanced crafting techniques to soone slightly unhinged.
First, Qi Yuan might not understand.
Second, he might set himself on fire.
As days passed, nearly two weeks had gone by.
Chen Xianwei adjusted his collar in the mirror before leaving his courtyard.
Just outside, he ran into his "rival," Wu Zhen.
“Old Chen, guess what? I recently took on a student who awakened his Heart Fla in just half a month. I just returned from the Artifact Hall after fetching him so materials for practice. Not for crafting yet—just to familiarize himself with lting materials.”
Wu Zhen spoke with obvious pride.
Awakening the Heart Fla in half a month was impressive for an artifact apprentice. Such talent often led to becoming a Xuan-grade artifact master.
“Not bad,” Chen Xianwei replied nonchalantly.
“I also saw Qi Yuan at the Artifact Hall. I heard he’s learning crafting from you.
“He must’ve awakened his Heart Fla by now, right? I noticed he was taking out a lot of materials,” Wu Zhen said with a sly tone.
Artifact apprentices couldn’t craft right away. After awakening the Heart Fla, they mostly practiced lting materials.
Wu Zhen doubted Qi Yuan had awakened his Heart Fla.
He had seen Qi Yuan requesting materials from the Artifact Hall on his first day of learning. To him, this clearly pointed to Qi Yuan selling the materials for profit.
Chen Xianwei’s expression flickered but quickly regained composure. “He’s the Shen family’s son-in-law. Taking a few materials is normal.”
Even so, he was puzzled.
Over the past ten days, he had only taught Qi Yuan about the history of artifact crafting.
Qi Yuan had listened attentively without any complaints.
Why was he suddenly taking materials?
Was he planning to start crafting?
Chen Xianwei decided he’d better check on Qi Yuan. If Qi Yuan attempted crafting without guidance, it could go wrong—he might even burn himself.
At the sa ti, Chen Xianwei felt a twinge of guilt.
He shouldn’t have focused so much on history lessons. It was ti to officially start Qi Yuan’s training.
“Old Chen, I envy you for taking the Shen family’s son-in-law as your student. When you’re riding high, don’t forget about ,” Wu Zhen teased with mock jealousy.
The two had no deep animosity—just a long-standing habit of poking fun at each other.
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