Moreover, with his powerful Spiritual Power, he could freely condense weapons of tremendous power, so weapons in the general sense held no value for him.

This was the first time he had seen someone craft a weapon solely for another person.

The innkeeper was too old to stay up late, and he left early, leaving Ye Ban to accompany the elderly and the young.

Stone passed Rann's skillful hands, and the Master of Casting took out various tools to begin measuring Yanran's strength, palm length, finger length, and flexibility. This task was tedious yet required careful attention.

Finally, after the Master of Casting finished measuring, he stepped out of the house and led Jiang Cheng and Yanran to the backyard of his home.

A few inconspicuous buildings were connected together; this was the place where the Master of Creation worked. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

When he pushed open the door, although Jiang Cheng was well-traveled, having set foot not only on Earth but many planets in the universe, he was still surprised by the equipment inside the room.

This was a high-tech factory filled with a modern atmosphere.

Various furnaces of different heights and sizes, along with a dozen computers, truly echoed the Earth Huaxia Country's saying, "Although small, it's fully equipped."

The Master of Casting opened a room full of all sorts of materials, some stored in large boxes, others in pots, and some simply piled up in a corner.

He carefully walked among these materials, occasionally picking one up to manipulate, sometimes incessantly tapping to listen closely to the sounds they emitted.

Clearly, none of these materials satisfied him.

The Master of Casting furrowed his brow, lightly tapping his forehead as if trying hard to think of something.

Suddenly, he looked as if he had an epiphany and hurriedly walked towards another room, with Jiang Cheng and Guo Ran following him. In a very hidden place, the Master of Casting extracted a large black piece of ore.

The sound of "Keke" rang out as a small robot entered, pushing a cart to transport the ore out.

The Master of Creation explained to them that he had inspected the texture of this stone, which was unlike any material he had ever seen. Now he was preparing to refine it, believing it would yield a unique substance.

The meteorite was handed over to the small robot for processing, while the Master of Casting worked meticulously at the computer, calculating the necessary temperature and time.

The process of forging a weapon was long and tedious, yet the Master of Casting's eyes shone with light, his spirit vibrant, his hands continuously typing on the computer, completely immersed in his world.

Jiang Cheng and Yanran did not wish to disturb him, so they went out to the small garden, where Yanran continued to admire the potted plants, while Jiang Cheng silently searched for the Spiritual Coordinates left on Ba Lvdi.

Initially, the Spiritual Coordinates wandered endlessly on Delmar Planet, likely because Ba Lv was wary of Jiang Cheng and Yanran tracking her. She deliberately took a long detour, but a few days later, the Spiritual Coordinates were no longer on Delmar Planet.

Ba Lvdi was indeed very cautious. Jiang Cheng could clearly sense that his Spiritual Coordinates had moved to another planet before returning to Delmar, where they wandered about for quite some time. Then, it reappeared on a certain satellite of Delmar Planet, and for several consecutive days, the Spiritual Coordinates only moved within the territory of the Fan Country. Jiang Cheng almost concluded that the satellite on Delmar Planet was the location of the Black Exhaust Group Headquarters.

Now that they knew the enemy's location, it was time for them to take action.

The only uncertainty was when the Master of Creation could finish crafting Yanran's weapon.

Jiang Cheng lifted his head to look at Yanran in the garden admiring the potted plants. The enemies she was about to confront were not only numerous but very ferocious, and he hoped she could overcome this hurdle.

Little Yanran wasn't thinking that far ahead. With her teacher by her side, she simply followed his lead and did as he instructed, leaving the rest to her powerful teacher.

Thus, little Yanran was now entirely absorbed in the potted plants.

The moonlight was beautiful tonight. When Jiang Cheng casually lifted his head, he saw Yanran enveloped in the hazy moonlight, perfectly harmonized among the red flowers and green leaves, blending into the scenic colors of Zhou Country, and another idea popped into his mind.

Evidently, weapon crafting was no easy task, especially when it came to creating a tailor-made weapon with more demanding requirements. For the Master of Casting, it was a stricter challenge, so despite knowing that Jiang Cheng and Yanran had pressing matters to attend to, and despite speeding up the process as much as possible, the completion of the weapon still took longer than expected.

Two days and nights later, Yanran's weapon was finally completed. Eager to see the weapon she had long awaited, Yanran stationed herself at the entrance of the casting factory.

When the Master of Casting presented Yanran with the claws he had meticulously crafted, even Jiang Cheng, who was usually indifferent to weapons, was unintentionally amazed by this unique weapon.

The claws looked delicate and small, perfectly fitting Yanran's slender hands. They were entirely silver but emitted a faint blue light at the tips. The arc at the front of the claws was not large but exceedingly sharp. The thin blade suggested a substantial destructive power, and the claws were so light that Yanran almost couldn't feel their weight, even when drawing a bow with them.

Upon seeing the claws, she didn't immediately express her joy by taking them in her hands. Instead, her eyes were drawn to the Master of Casting, whose red eyes betrayed the exhaustion from staying up late. Tears filled her eyes.

She stepped forward, bowed deeply to the Master of Casting, and expressed her gratitude for his hard work, despite his old age.

Yanran took the claws from the Master of Casting and examined them meticulously.

These claws were more akin to exquisite decorations than weapons. Yanran couldn't resist putting on the claws. With a soft exclamation,

her figure darted and shifted. She leaped, then crouched down, her movements growing faster until only a circle of silvery arcs flickered from the claws.

When Yanran halted, she gazed fondly at the claws in her hands, which moved as flexibly as if they were her own palms. Suddenly, Yanran paused, noticing the claws had shrunk and thinned, until they resembled thin, silver-glinting gloves tightly fitting her hands.

Yanran looked up in surprise, amazed by the transformation of the claws. She looked at the Master of Casting, knowing he would provide a reasonable explanation.