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

But then again, the spirit iron that could attract the attention of two great emperors could hardly be an ordinary item.

Therefore, in response to the question posed by Teacher Tianji, Chen Yue immediately replied, "Good! This piece of spirit iron gives off a mysterious and restrained feeling!"

"No wonder it's something that Master Tianji has his eye on!"

These words of praise reached the ears of the Heavenly Emperor, and he was delighted.

"My beloved disciple, seize him!"

"Yes, Teacher Tianji!"

The shop owner noticed that Chen Yue was standing in front of the stall, not leaving for a long time.

So he asked, "Young Master Chen Yue, is there anything you like? Something cheap and affordable."

Chen Yue's gaze remained fixed on the black spirit iron on which the stall owner sat.

How much does it cost?

The stall owner saw that Chen Yue was pointing in the direction he was pointing, and it was obvious that he was the one being pointed at.

"Me? It? Young Master Chen Yue, what are you talking about?"

Seeing that his boss couldn't understand what he meant, Chen Yue described it in more detail.

"I mean, how much for the black spirit iron you used as a seat?"

Chen Yue held the storage bag in his hand, prepared for the boss to make exorbitant demands.

As long as it doesn't exceed Chen Yue's tolerance, he must acquire this piece of black spirit iron that Teacher Tianji has his eye on.

"Black...spirit iron?"

The stall owner left his seat and tapped the dark, unremarkable object with his bent finger.

A strange sound rang out.

"It really is a piece of spirit iron!"

The stall owner looked surprised, clearly unaware of this, and looked at Chen Yue with eyes full of admiration.

He thought to himself, "Young Master Chen is truly knowledgeable; he can tell what something is just by looking at it."

This piece of black spirit iron was of no use to him; it was only given to him by an old man who collected scraps.

It's been sitting here ever since, and he's been using it as a stool.

“Young Master Chen Yue, if you are truly interested, then I will offer this price.”

The stall owner held up one finger, representing the ideal price.

Chen Yue asked in surprise, "A high-grade source stone?"

I thought I was going to be asked for a huge sum of money, but instead it was a small one.

The shopkeeper quickly waved his hand and retorted, "It's not a high-grade source stone, it's a low-grade source stone."

Chen Yue ignored what he said and had already taken out a high-grade source stone from his storage bag.

"Catch it!" Chen Yue tossed it to the boss.

With a snap, the boss quickly reached out and caught it.

Holding a high-grade source stone, he felt it was somewhat outrageous.

It's unbelievable that something he considers trash can sell for this price.

Since it was given to us by Young Master Chen Yue, we must keep it safe and not offend him.

The stall owner bent down and picked up the black spirit iron.

She walked shakily to Chen Yue and placed the spirit iron on the ground.

"Young Master Chen Yue, here are your things."

Chen Yue squatted down and put the spirit iron into his storage bag.

He said a brief goodbye and left in a hurry, eager to return and study the black spirit iron.

Stepping through the gates of the Chen family, we returned to Chen Yue's residence.

Chen Yue hurriedly returned to the house and placed the spirit iron he had just bought on the table.

Emperor Tianji and Emperor Qingxuan stood on either side of Chen Yue, their gazes fixed on the piece of spirit iron.

A ball of blazing fire ignited in Tianji's palm, which he slowly placed on the spirit iron.

The continuous roasting and forging caused most of the black color on the surface of this spirit iron to fade, revealing a striking contrast between the crimson and black beneath.

"This is... Crimson Obsidian!"

Upon seeing the black spirit iron reveal its true form, Qingxuan immediately recognized what it was.

Tianji slightly raised his hand, and the burning flames were extinguished.

This piece of spirit iron, named Crimson Obsidian, had a dim light, as if it had been sealed away for a long time and had lost most of its power.

Qingxuan stepped forward and channeled a wisp of source power into Chiyao.

Immediately afterwards, the dimming crimson light flickered for a moment.

A smile appeared on Qingxuan's face. "You're very lucky this time, my disciple, since you haven't been targeted yet."

Hearing Qingxuan reveal the name of the spirit iron in one sentence, and say something inexplicable.

Tianji couldn't help but ask, "Qingxuan, do you know the origin of this spirit iron?"

Chen Yue was equally puzzled, "Teacher Qingxuan, what do you mean by 'not being targeted'?"

The two stared intently at Qingxuan, their faces full of curiosity about the unknown.

After thinking for a moment, Qingxuan answered the two questions.

"This spirit iron, named Crimson Obsidian, can only be born in magma rich in source energy, and is constantly tempered by intense flames."

"It would take at least a hundred years to form a piece of red obsidian the size of a finger."

"The Crimson Obsidian that Chen Yue's disciple bought this time will probably take a thousand years to form."

The Emperor of Heavenly Glory smiled, a sense of pride slowly rising within him.

"It seems my judgment is good not only everywhere!"

"Even though this spirit iron was hidden so well, I still found it at a glance."

As Chen Yue stroked the Crimson Obsidian, he felt a warm current flowing into his Sea of ​​Origin along his meridians.

It did not cause the slightest discomfort; in fact, it made the beast fire that remained in the source sea burn even more fiercely.

"Formed over a millennium..."

Chen Yue never expected that the seemingly ordinary black iron was actually such a treasure.

Even in front of Teacher Tianji, an ancient emperor of the Tianyuan Continent, he could casually call out his name.

Chen Yue patted his chest, still shaken, "Luckily, I trusted Teacher Tianji's judgment unconditionally, otherwise I would have really given up on this thousand-year-old crimson gem."

While the two were still having a good time, Qingxuan's words dealt Chen Yue and Tianji a heavy blow.

"Don't be too happy yet. The light of this crimson obsidian is weak, which means it's about to die."

"Once the red light completely goes out, even if it is a thousand-year-old Crimson Luminous, or even a ten-thousand-year-old Crimson Luminous, it will still lose its value."

"By then, even a top-tier weapon refiner like Tianji would struggle to create even a low-level heavenly weapon, no matter how hard he tried."

Both of them could hear every word that Ming Qingxuan said clearly.

But when combined, it makes my head spin.

Chen Yue's initial excitement plummeted upon hearing these words.

What followed was a puzzle that I just couldn't understand.

"Teacher Qingxuan, what do you mean by 'dying soon'? Could it be that this Crimson Obsidian still has life?"

Emperor Qingxuan explained again: "The size of a piece of Crimson Osmanthus is related to its age, but the rate at which the source energy is lost is generally around one hundred years, regardless of size."

"The newly born Crimson Obsidian possesses the potential to become an Imperial Weapon."

"Once more than a hundred years have passed, the source energy within the Crimson Obsidian will gradually dissipate."

"At the same time, the quality will also decline."

"Like this piece of crimson obsidian now, its source energy is almost depleted, and it is on the verge of death."

"With Brother Tianji's abilities, creating a Heavenly Weapon is no problem, but don't even dream about an Emperor Weapon."

Tianji listened attentively and nodded repeatedly. After hearing Qingxuan's explanation of Chiyao, he also gained a clear understanding.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, Brother Qingxuan."

"You mean, before this piece of crimson obsidian truly dies, I need to forge it into a weapon as soon as possible and hand it over to Chen Yue's beloved disciple, right?"

Qingxuan immediately replied, "That's right."