Junior Uncle is too cunning.

Looking at Li Shundao's sincerity, Yu Tingting was really tempted, but considering that he was now a weapon refiner at the Dao Alliance Auction House and was highly regarded by the Three Treasures, she knew that poaching him was definitely out of the question.

However, this did not diminish his high regard for Li Shundao. If Hua Jian were to forge anything valuable in the future, he would definitely have to ask him for help. Such a person was a true master of weapon forging!

Yu Tingting didn't answer directly, but slowly took a sip of tea and asked Li Shundao, "I wonder if you've heard of the God of Wealth recently?"

Li Shundao's heart tightened, and he came to his senses. He looked at Yu Tingting with some vigilance. "What do you mean? Are you testing me?" It didn't seem like it.

Seeing Li Shundao's wary look, Yu Tingting knew that mentioning the God of Wealth at this time would indeed attract attention. If Li Shundao didn't react, she would find it abnormal.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be nervous. I don't mean anything by it. Seeing your appearance, you must know something. So I won't hide it from you. I am actually a believer of the God of Wealth."

Previously, the God of Wealth hadn't given many instructions, and I didn't dare to act on my own. But recently, the "fire love" incident happened, didn't it?

I was thinking of using ancient warm jade to recreate a statue of him.

That's why I take this matter so seriously, and that's why I've made a special trip to visit you today, hoping to ask you for your help."

Li Shundao found it increasingly strange. He had heard of fake football fans, but he had never seen such eager fake believers.

Looking at Yu Tingting, Li Shundao felt extremely uncomfortable. He felt that his powerful acting skills were about to overwhelm his facial muscles. He took a deep breath and made sure he didn't laugh, otherwise he might hurt the feelings of a senior believer.

In the end, Yu Tingting even admitted that the other person was a devout believer, or perhaps he himself was the God of Wealth. Indeed, Yu Tingting's name was not on the list of priests, and he had checked it three times to make sure he hadn't missed it and hurt the feelings of a devout believer. Of course, it was eventually proven that the other person was a false believer.

However, Li Shundao was not angry. Through Yu Tingting's matter, he could see from the side that the people behind them were not planning to deal with him in the short term, which made him feel relieved.

Moreover, he has now developed a fondness for Yu Tingting's talent. He sees the qualities of a charlatan in her, coupled with his rock-solid lying skills, making her practically the perfect human embodiment of the God of Wealth.

Moreover, Li Shundao believes that behind every successful person, there must be countless capable believers like Yu Tingting.

Finally, Yu Tingting moved Li Shundao with her sincere feelings for the God of Wealth, persuading him to take on the task of crafting the statue of the God of Wealth, and even offered him a generous fee for the crafting.

Li Shundao warmly saw Yu Tingting off at the door, watching him walk away and disappear. He sighed deeply, "What a stubborn false believer! As the Lord, I have a responsibility to pull him onto the right path."

……

In the following days, the business of all the weapon refiners in the city, big and small, suddenly boomed. Of course, there was no shortage of shrewd people, and statues of the God of Wealth, couplets, and the character "福" (fortune) were displayed all over the streets.

Huo Gong Dao Ren, who is nominally the number one weapon-refining master in Donghai Town, has also taken on dozens of weapon-refining orders.

Of course, those who come to him for refining are not ordinary people; they include high-ranking members of the Dao Alliance, presidents of major chambers of commerce, and young ladies from wealthy families...

Some people were turned down by Sanbao, while others went through the back door of Sanbao and Liulian, and couldn't get away with it at all.

Slowly closing the door, Li Shundao gently rubbed his face. This was already the eighty-ninth task of refining a divine statue. Even if he was familiar with the process, it would probably take several decades.

Looking at the large pile of refining materials in his storage ring, including ten-thousand-year-old paulownia wood and ten-thousand-year-old purple gold, all of them were top-grade materials, although in the end they were all refined into his divine statue.

But I still feel it's a bit of a waste, and that's not just being pretentious!

Compared to these people, I am just a rural landlord. In the end, "Fire Love" has only been around for a short time and lacks depth!

……

Chen Fusheng looked at the spear in front of him. The shaft was dark, with spots of light flashing from time to time. Upon closer inspection, the triangular spear tip was covered with small cracks, which were Chen Fusheng's masterpiece, the spear pattern blood groove.

Nodding in satisfaction, after ten years of refining, the spear embryo was finally completed. Even without the final purification, Chen Fusheng felt that it was no worse than any top-grade spiritual treasure.

Now only one step remains. If successful, it will become the first top-grade acquired spiritual treasure of the killing and combat category since the founding of the Lingbao Sect.

Slowly extending his hand, one could see that Chen Fusheng's entire right arm was pitch black, like a long piece of charcoal.

A hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes. This was the killing intent left behind by his three hundred years of battles in the East China Sea. After ten years, he successfully gathered all his killing intent in his right arm.

This can be described as a crazy thing. Killing intent is inherently invisible and colorless. As long as you recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name diligently, it will gradually dissipate over time.

This is also the method most immortals use to deal with killing intent, but Chen Fusheng did the opposite. After ten years, the killing intent not only did not dissipate, but he used a special method to condense it in his right arm.

He could now feel the killing intent seeping into his blood. This was thanks to his body, which was like a top-grade spiritual treasure acquired through later generations. Otherwise, it would have penetrated deep into his bones and slowly corrupted him, leaving him with no choice but to sever his arm.

Although it is easy for immortals to recover from a severed arm, that applies to immortals above the Golden Immortal level. Before that, any damage to the body will directly affect the success rate of passing the Golden Immortal Tribulation.

He picked up a mid-grade short sword and stabbed it hard into his artery.

"Ding"

The short sword made a crisp sound against the skin of his arm. Chen Fusheng smiled helplessly. Sometimes, even with a body like his, if you wanted to commit suicide, you needed a good weapon, otherwise it would be difficult to die.

He could only take out another high-grade longsword from his storage ring. He rarely used short swords, so he hadn't refined any high-grade ones. Now he could only make do with this longsword.

I tried it out, and it seems my arm is a bit short when I put it on.

Helpless, Chen Fusheng could only grit his teeth and slash his wrist hard, leaving a white mark with a "ripping" sound.

Chen Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief. It was alright, it worked. Otherwise, he wouldn't have any top-grade acquired spiritual treasures like swords and blades.

Since it worked, Chen Fusheng immediately started pulling with great enthusiasm, using the longsword as a saw blade, pulling and releasing it, making a constant hissing sound.

After about half an hour of pulling, the outermost layer of skin was finally broken through, revealing the black flesh inside. After pulling five or six more times, blood finally flowed out.

Chen Fusheng hurriedly took the spear and began to fix the wound, not letting a single drop go to waste.

tick tick

The black blood seeped into the spear as soon as it touched it. Chen Fusheng worked hard to push it through his body with his magic, and every now and then he had to use the longsword to pull his wrist a few times. The wound was healing too fast.

The killing intent, along with his blood, slowly seeped into the spear. Chen Fusheng suppressed his excitement; he hadn't expected this method to actually work. Now he was eager to meet the weapon-refining master who had proposed this method.

"Stay calm and don't be reckless," the song expressed Chen Fusheng's feelings. Time flies by in the midst of constant busyness.

Looking at his right arm, which had turned pale from being drained of blood, Chen Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, nothing unexpected had happened.

He quickly applied healing medicine to the wound, removed the seal on his right shoulder, and allowed the blood in his body to slowly flow in, finally giving his right arm a touch of red.

Seeing that the wound had healed, I shook it vigorously. It's okay. Now I just have to wait for it to slowly recover.

Chen Fusheng's gaze had shifted to the spear in front of him. He summoned icy flames with his left hand and slowly burned the spear, occasionally casting a few magic seals on it for the final refinement.