Romantic Medical Immortal

"No need, I have all sorts of materials here. Otherwise, why do you think I’m so poor? All my savings have been spent on buying materials."

After saying this, Chen Shixiang waved at Yang Cheng, signaling him to come over.

The two entered together, and Yang Cheng was stunned by the scene in front of him. While normal houses were furnished, Master Chen’s place was filled with various materials and some unfinished weapons.

Chen Shixiang moved around the room, searching for the necessary materials, while also pondering what kind of weapon to forge for Yang Cheng.

Having failed to produce a complete weapon for so many years, he lacked confidence. If not for this young man helping him drive away some local thugs and resolving his long-standing heartaches, he would truly not want to return to crafting.

"Young man, let me warn you in advance. My skills are a bit rusty, and since you need this weapon made quickly, it’s not guaranteed to succeed. If it fails, those three Spirit Stones will be ruined, and you can’t blame me."

Chen Shixiang said solemnly, as he couldn’t afford to compensate for three Spirit Stones. Going after him for compensation wouldn’t work either.

"Don’t worry, as long as you give it your best, even if the Spirit Stones are ruined, I won’t blame you."

Yang Cheng smiled calmly. This old gentleman had been through so much that his spirit had been worn down, leaving him with no self-confidence.

"With those words, I’m relieved."

As Chen Shixiang spoke, he took the three Spirit Stones from a box.

He examined them over and over again and couldn’t help but sigh, "These three Spirit Stones are truly remarkable. In all my years, I’ve never seen such abundant Spiritual Energy."

"If they’re embedded in an ordinary weapon, it would be a waste, so the raw materials for this weapon must also be top-tier."

"What materials are the best?"

Yang Cheng asked curiously.

Chen Shixiang’s lips curled slightly in a smile, "The best might not be suitable for you. First, tell me what Cultivation Techniques you normally use. Since this weapon is for you, it must be tailor-made."

"I cultivate using the Dual Cultivation Technique."

"Hehe, no wonder there are two stunning beauties around you; it’s the Dual Cultivation Technique. You’re quite fortunate; I know what to do now."

Chen Shixiang jested with a laugh and walked inside to the offering table, where he kept the photos of his deceased wife and children. The woman in the photo still looked very young.

He reached out to move the plaque aside, revealing a button that, when pressed, unveiled a hidden compartment.

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow, thinking that Master Chen hid these materials so well that they must be extremely precious.

Chen Shixiang took out a small box from the compartment, lovingly dusting it off, "I always say I’ll wait for someone with destiny to use these materials and craft weapons. You, young man, are considered to be that destined person. This Thousand-Year Cold Iron will be for you."

"Thousand-Year Cold Iron, what is that?"

Yang Cheng asked in confusion, not knowing much about weapons, but the name suggested it was definitely extraordinary.

"Thousand-Year Cold Iron, as the name implies, is a material formed over a thousand years. Not only is it tough and resilient, but most importantly, it contains Spiritual Energy."

"These three Spirit Stones already have strong Spiritual Energy, and coupled with this Thousand-Year Cold Iron, the forged weapon will surely be a Magic Artifact. As long as you can merge with the Magic Artifact, you’ll be able to unleash great power in the future."

Chen Shixiang explained.

Yang Cheng’s eyes lit up. It sounded impressive; after cultivating for so long, he could finally own a powerful weapon.

"How do I merge with the Magic Artifact? What if the merging fails?"

Chen Shixiang shook his head and said, "I mentioned earlier that I would forge the weapon according to your situation. It’s almost impossible for the merging to fail. You cultivate the Dual Cultivation Technique, Yin and Yang blend, so the weapon I forge must also adhere to the Method of Yin-Yang Balance."

"Master Chen, you must give it your best. I can offer you a hundred million, or if you have any other requests, feel free to make them."

Yang Cheng felt that once he obtained this weapon, the forces behind the Cao Family wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

Before leaving Zhonghai, he had to help Kong Lingwen solve this threat; he couldn’t leave Kong Lingwen behind peacefully otherwise.

"A hundred million, you young man are quite generous, even more so than the Cao Family. But money is just a number to me."

Chen Shixiang chuckled lightly, his eyes shimmering with tears as he seemed to reminisce about his wife and children.

Yang Cheng paused for a moment, then walked to the offering table, lit three sticks of incense, and offered them in memory of Chen Shixiang’s wife and child, before sincerely placing them in the incense burner.

Seeing his sincerity, Chen Shixiang’s lips curved into a smile as he asked, "Is any request permissible?"

"As long as it doesn’t harm my family and friends or involve heinous acts, I will do anything for you."

Yang Cheng agreed straightforwardly, as convincing this old master to wholeheartedly craft the weapon for him required sincere dedication.

"Are you making this weapon to deal with the Cao Family?"

Chen Shixiang asked curiously.

Yang Cheng didn’t want to hide anything, directly explaining the feud between the Kong Family and the Cao Family, saying seriously, "Kong Lingwen is my woman, and I promised Uncle Kong to protect her at all costs."

"You’re indeed a man of emotion and loyalty. Since I’ve presented the Thousand-Year Cold Iron, I’ll do my utmost to forge this weapon."

"But at my age, a lot of money is useless. Help me find a scenic place to settle, don’t reveal my whereabouts to outsiders, sometimes visit me, and bring me some rare materials. In my remaining years, I only wish to quietly study weapons, avoiding human contact."

Chen Shixiang sighed, his gaze fixated on the plaques of his wife and children on the offering table.

Yang Cheng didn’t expect his request to be so simple and agreed without hesitation, "Okay, once the Zhonghai matters are settled, I’ll take you to my hometown. It’s a beautiful place, and no one will know your identity."

"Thank you."

Chen Shixiang nodded with a smile and gestured for him to follow into the inner room.

The room was a mess, filled with materials, and in the center stood a massive furnace. The table was cluttered with various drawings, incomprehensible to anyone but Master Chen.

Yang Cheng curiously glanced around, scrutinizing the large furnace for a while.

"This small house may be shabby, but it lacks nothing needed for weapon forging. This room is inaccessible to most, except for me and a few close friends, you’re the only other one."

Chen Shixiang said with a smile before starting to search for his drawings.