"Haha! Can, I’m here to see you." Before entering, Qiu Ming already let out his hearty laughter.

As Qiu Ming laughed, Liou Yuan noticed him casting a confident glance his way.

It seemed to be telling him not to worry about the Magical Artifact matter; he truly had a family brother here.

Liou Yuan smiled and nodded.

But as they both actually walked into that separate Forging Room.

Whatever Qiu Ming saw inside caused his laughter to abruptly stop.

Liou Yuan followed Qiu Ming’s gaze.

He saw inside this equally sweltering Forging Room illuminated by red firelight, beside the burning furnace.

A burly young man with dark skin, not much different in build from Qiu Ming, was wielding a hammer, striking a piece of glowing red unidentified Spiritual Iron on the forging platform.

Liou Yuan raised his eyebrows.

He didn’t need to guess to know that this person was from the Qiu Family.

"That Qiu Family’s physique is too eye-catching."

Liou Yuan saw him also sweating profusely, exhausted and drenched in sweat, looking no different from people outside.

The only difference was, he had a separate Forging Room.

"High-grade ox!" Liou Yuan stifled his laughter, silently making a remark.

This was why Qiu Ming’s laughter had stopped, as he let out a grievous tone toward the burly young man on the forging platform: "Can, didn’t you tell me the year before that you had over a dozen junior apprentices at your command?"

"You were already the hottest talent in the Artifact Refining Pavilion and hadn’t been forging iron for a long time."

The dark-skinned young man paused his hammer-wielding body in the air, then turned his head to look at Liou Yuan and Qiu Ming, revealing a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He finally fixed his gaze on Qiu Ming, showing an awkward smile, explaining: "It’s a long story!"

...

"Damn it, it was my master who tricked me."

"Said after becoming his disciple, he’d find ten junior apprentices to help me forge iron; I just needed to follow him and devote myself to learning Artifact Refining."

"Of course, I was happy to kneel and kowtow to become his disciple upon hearing that."

"Who would’ve known that old guy didn’t have any other people under him, just lied to get tough guy Can to become his laborer."

"I’ve broken over a hundred iron hammers in these two years. Now when I sleep, I dream of forging iron; the smell of the Forging Room makes me want to puke."

The Forging Room had a separate room connected to the outside, allowing the mountain breeze to blow, not so hot.

Qiu Can invited Liou Yuan and Qiu Ming to sit down and drank a whole pot of tea straight away.

He cursed as he spoke, growing more excited, almost throwing the teapot.

But recalling something, he pouted, still placing the teapot back.

He sat forlornly on the large chair, specially customized for his big stature, with a wry face said to Qiu Ming: "When you go back, don’t speak recklessly, it’s too embarrassing."

Qiu Ming dare not meet Liou Yuan’s eyes, seeming to feel embarrassment, softly asked: "Isn’t Uncle in the Inner Sect, have him transfer you back."

"My dad is on the second peak, unable to manage the fifth peak. Besides, that old guy is somewhat powerful; my dad came once, talked with him about something, then left."

Qiu Can said to this point, tears glinted in his eye corners, he didn’t know how long this situation would last.

Liou Yuan watched everything like a bystander, didn’t interject, sipping his tea.

During this process, a purple hue flashed in his eyes.

He used his Evil Eyes to see through Qiu Can’s cultivation.

"Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer."

Qiu Can wasn’t as miserable as he claimed; at least his cultivation wasn’t delayed.

Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer is already the highest level of Mid-stage Qi Cultivation, beyond which is Late-stage Qi Cultivation.

His age wasn’t high either, a bit older than Qiu Ming, probably in his early twenties.

His strength among the Five Extremes Mountain’s Outer Sect disciples is definitely upper-middle level.

"Disregarding being deceived into being a workhorse is quite humiliating, in other aspects his master clearly hasn’t treated him badly."

Liou Yuan silently judged: "So for the Magical Artifact matter, he can still be helpful."

As expected, when Qiu Ming mentioned Liou Yuan coming to choose a Magical Artifact.

Qiu Can immediately patted his chest, ensuring this was covered by him.

He then led them winding through the Artifact Refining Pavilion, arriving at a backyard guarded by an Array.

Qiu Can used his waist plaque to open the Array, leading them inside.

The courtyard was filled with countless Magical Artifacts; a rough count showed over a hundred.

Each had impressive star energy, with many comparable to the yellow jade Buddhist beads Liou Yuan wore on his wrist.

"These are casually refined by that old guy, and some by yours truly Can, mostly first-tier lower-grade and mid-grade Magical Artifacts, sufficient for your current need."

Qiu Can pointed at the multitude of artifacts, smiling at Liou Yuan and Qiu Ming:

"The higher quality Magical Artifacts require customization, after all, stockpiling them costs money, and even crafting them doesn’t guarantee a sale. You can freely pick these Artifacts."

"These grades of Magical Artifacts are indeed sufficient." Liou Yuan glanced around, smiling contentedly.

His budget for the trip was eight merit points and didn’t plan to choose higher-grade Artifacts.

Moreover, a higher Artifact grade increases Spiritual Power consumption.

Just like the yellow jade Buddhist beads he wore, initially he could only use it for a few breaths.

If he chose a first-tier upper-grade Artifact now, it would likely follow the same principle.

Qiu Ming, supposedly accompanying Liou Yuan to the Artifact Refining Pavilion, was rooted in the courtyard unable to move.