[I'm… speechless. You're mass-producing Earth-grade artifacts like a factory. Doesn't your mind ache from the repetitive forging?]
Shen Yuan, hair slightly disheveled, offered a tired but triumphant grin. "It's repetitive in one sense, but each forging also hones my Intents further. I'm refining my blacksmithing Intent, testing different Qi fusions, and building a mental library of these things."
His forging workshop gradually filled with racks of newly created weapons—enough to arm a small elite sect. Each piece hummed with vibrant Qi, waiting for suitable wielders.
"Alright… that should do for now. I don't think I can handle forging an entire armory bigger than this just yet."
[Under normal circumstances, you'd have made an unthinkable fortune. Even one Earth-grade artifact can shift the balance of smaller sects.]
