A great emperor master every day—the good-for-nothing young master is having a blast!

Tianji pondered for a moment, but due to his unfamiliarity with the Tianyuan Continent, he still called out.

"Qingxuan!"

Upon hearing the sound, Qingxuan flashed to Tianji's side.

The two ancient emperors stood in front of the stall, and the owner felt a strange sense of fear.

"Anything discovered?"

Qingxuan glanced at the refining materials laid out on the ground. Even though he wasn't good at refining, he could tell that the materials on the ground were just scraps that could be found anywhere.

Just as he was wondering, he looked up and saw the black spirit iron that the boss was using as a seat.

His eyes narrowed, and he spotted something suspicious.

This piece of black spirit iron is clearly not a fragment of some weapon; it is more like a piece of natural, unforged spirit iron.

Tianji asked, "In your opinion, what is the quality of this spirit iron?"

Although Qingxuan's skill in weapon crafting was not at its peak, he was still quite knowledgeable about it.

From his perspective, he immediately gave his evaluation.

"Top-tier celestial soldier".

Upon hearing Qingxuan's answer, Tianji remained silent, then shook his head slightly.

Tianji has a different opinion about this piece of spirit iron.

"Brother Qingxuan, I think it has the potential to become an imperial weapon."

"Unfortunately, I no longer have a physical body, and my strength is no longer at its peak."

"If it were still at its peak, I would be 70% confident that I could turn it into an imperial weapon!"

Qingxuan recalled those two pills. Even though he could easily refine pills of extraordinary quality in his previous life, Emperor Pills were just as easy to obtain.

But in its current state, it no longer feels the same as it did back then.

The elixirs produced always remained at the highest quality.

Having learned from the example of Emperor Qingxuan, Emperor Tianji's skill in weapon crafting will inevitably decline.

"I wonder what the reaction will be if the final quality of the weapon doesn't meet expectations during the Heavenly Refinement process."

Qingxuan kept this to himself, without saying it aloud.

A celestial weapon of medium quality was the best result Qingxuan could guess.

At this moment, Chen Yue was standing in front of a stall, carefully examining the refining materials displayed there.

The quality of most of the materials was not much different from what he had seen at the Jiangcheng Auction House.

In this alley, the quality of materials used at this stall is absolutely top-notch.

The stall owner recognized Chen Yue at first glance as the young master who had shone brightly at the Chen family competition.

He was there that day, and stayed until the very end.

Just thinking about that golden palm strike from Old Man Weng still makes me tremble with fear.

Fortunately, it was this young master Chen Yue who saved him from disaster.

The boss stood up and warmly greeted them.

"Young Master Chen Yue, just tell me which one you fancy. Are you planning to have a handy weapon made?"

"I'm not bragging, but in the entire Jiangcheng market, when it comes to the quality of refining materials, if my family is second, no one dares to claim to be first."

"Take your pick and choose, everything is cheap and great value!"

After hesitating for a long time, Chen Yue picked up several pieces of spirit iron.

It lacked the awe-inspiring quality of the deep blue crystal that Director Shan possessed, and was far inferior in quality.

Instead of buying these, I'd rather go to Jiangcheng Auction House again.

But whether it's the Jiangcheng market or the Jiangcheng auction house, any refining material is considered trash by Tianji.

Chen Yue selected a piece of spirit iron of excellent quality, intending to acquire it.

"Boss, how much is this piece of spirit iron?"

The stall owner looked up and quickly gave two thumbs up.

"Young Master Chen Yue has such discerning eyes! He picked out my precious treasure right away!"

"The origin of this spirit iron is quite extraordinary."

"It is said that a powerful expert at the Sun Wheel Realm discovered this spirit iron under an ancient tree that had stood for ten thousand years while traveling around the world!"

"Really, Young Master Chen Yue, I'm not bragging, but take this back and find any second or third-grade weapon refiner in Jiangcheng, and they can easily make a Xuanbing weapon!"

"I sell it to others for ten high-grade source stones, but if Young Master Chen Yue himself buys it, he can take it away for five high-grade source stones!"

The stall owner's passionate speech left Chen Yue completely stunned.

His mouth is full of lies and fabricated statements.

Chen Yue only believed the first half of the first sentence, and he was certain that the praise for his keen insight was true.

As for the rest, they might fool little kids.

"Three high-grade source stones."

Chen Yue held up his hand and made a three.

The stall owner slammed his hand on the table and readily agreed.

"Three dollars it is, deal!"

"You absolutely cannot offer that price elsewhere!"

"I'll befriend Young Master Chen Yue. Three high-grade source stones, deal!"

"Take this piece of spirit iron!"

Chen Yue didn't expect the stall owner to agree so readily to his tentative bargaining.

"He still cut the price too high, and he made a profit."

Just as Chen Yue picked up the storage bag, preparing to take out three high-grade source stones...

"My beloved disciple, come here immediately!"

Tianji's deep shout made Chen Yue immediately stop what he was doing.

Turning my head, I saw that the Heavenly Emperor and the Pure Profound Emperor had been standing in front of a stall for a long time without moving.

That means that the two great emperors must have discovered something.

Chen Yue put down the piece of spirit iron and turned to run towards the two teachers.

Before leaving, he left a message saying, "Sorry, boss, I was just practicing my bargaining skills."

The stall owner's smile instantly turned into one of extreme embarrassment.

The three high-grade source stones that were about to be in my hands just flew away like that.

Arriving at the stalls where Tianji and Qingxuan were, Chen Yue subconsciously scanned the area but couldn't figure it out.

The quality of these materials is not even one-tenth as good as the ones from the previous stall.

Chen Yue, filled with skepticism, thought to himself, "The fact that both teachers are here means there's definitely treasure hidden in this pile of trash!"

"It seems I'm still too short-sighted to spot good things."

What I consider a treasure is trash in Teacher Tianji's eyes.

“What Teacher Tianji and Teacher Qingxuan consider treasures, I can’t see anything special about them.”

The Heavenly Emperor laughed and said, "My beloved disciple, your top-tier heavenly weapon has been secured!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yue's eyes immediately lit up.

"A top-tier celestial soldier?! There's such a treasure hidden in this pile of trash?"

"Teacher Tianji, which material exactly is it?"

Chen Yue's voice was very soft, but it still couldn't hide his excitement.

Tianji pointed to the black spirit iron beneath the stall owner, "That's it."

From Chen Yue's perspective, Teacher Tianji was clearly referring to the stall owner, which startled him quite a bit.

"Teacher Tianji, is the stall owner the one who owns that material?"

"You wouldn't be planning to train him into a celestial soldier, would you?!"

Tianji looked speechless and gently tapped Chen Yue's head.

He couldn't help but complain, "What kind of nonsense are you thinking about, kid!"

"Open your eyes wide and take a good look. Isn't that black spirit iron he's sitting on extraordinary?"

After being reminded by Teacher Tianji, Chen Yue's gaze shifted from the stall owner to the black spirit iron below.

At this point, he did not yet possess the keen perception of his two teachers; he could only determine the quality of the material through its appearance and judgment.

After carefully examining the document for a long time, Chen Yue came to a conclusion.

"What a piece of trash."