After the Storm

Ji Lingxuan waved her hand, leading ten Mahayana almighties who had not yet recovered from their shock slowly into the sky.

Headache.

Pain, so much pain.

Ji Lingxuan couldn't shake the feeling that she must have gotten up too fast today and was hallucinating; she needed to return to the Sacred Land and take a good rest.

As for the repair of the God-Sealing Cauldron, she was no longer anxious. Even if she left it here with Ye Chuan, she believed he could fix it.

After witnessing Ye Chuan casually annihilate a million demons, in her eyes, his cultivation had reached a level beyond imagination.

Before leaving, she looked back in Ye Chuan's direction, her phoenix eyes filled with complexity—and a trace of curiosity she hadn't even noticed herself.

The Sacred Land's gilded flying boat carried the group away, disappearing into the horizon, leaving behind only the messy Xuanjing City and Ye Chuan hovering in mid-air.

"It really is a mess," Ye Chuan said, sweeping his gaze over Xuanjing City. Despite being a major city teeming with cultivators, they had been completely helpless against the demons from the God-Sealing Cauldron, even though they hadn't faced the brunt of the attack.

Perhaps when stronger cultivators fought, the mere shockwaves were enough to destroy a city of cultivators.

"The harvest this time isn't bad. A million demons provide a boost much more impressive than spirit stones," Ye Chuan noted, glancing at his magic treasure which had evolved into a true Human Emperor Banner.

Although the boost to Ye Chuan's strength wasn't as terrifying as it appeared on paper due to marginal utility issues with independent multiplier calculations, once the number reached a million, Ye Chuan felt that even without using spiritual energy, he could scatter Qin Tianya's ashes with just a physical punch.

Strong. Too strong.

Ye Chuan was very satisfied.

If only there were a few more good items for sealing demons.

Not long after, a streak of light sped over from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

City Lord Zhao Hongyuan was wearing a Daoist robe, looking a bit disheveled from the recent shockwaves.

However, when facing Ye Chuan, he couldn't hide the panic and reverence on his face.

He had felt that monstrous demonic might and the terrifying soul fluctuations from the City Lord's Mansion. He had wanted to flee, but there was nowhere to run.

Of course, taking out the Rift Seal was just a strategic retreat on Zhao Hongyuan's part. As the lord of a city, he naturally had to preserve the spark of hope to save more people later.

Once the event concluded, he rushed over without stopping. Upon seeing Ye Chuan, he immediately bowed, his voice trembling.

"Greetings, Grandmaster! Thank you for taking action to suppress the demons and saving the people of the whole city from disaster!"

Zhao Hongyuan's awe of Ye Chuan was now bone-deep.

He had witnessed the entire process of the million demons being exterminated. Although he hadn't been close, he could sense the terror of that battle from the residual aura alone, not to mention that Ye Chuan had single-handedly accomplished something even the Primordial Sacred Land found difficult.

He never expected such a peerless mighty figure to be running a small blacksmith shop in his city.

Such a powerful figure who sought neither fame nor profit made him prostrate himself in admiration.

"Um, Grandmaster, the barrier of Xuanjing City is severely damaged, and the spirit veins in the city are in chaos. I wonder if you have a way to repair them? The City Lord's Mansion is willing to offer half of its inventory of spirit stones as remuneration!"

Repair the barrier?

Ye Chuan glanced at it.

This broken barrier was merely set up by a cultivator at the Dao Enlightenment realm.

He casually injected spiritual energy into the damaged barrier. For Ye Chuan, who possessed near-infinite spiritual energy, this was no issue at all.

The web-like cracks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the chaotic spiritual energy gradually calmed down.

"It was a trivial matter; there is no need for spirit stones." With the Sacred Land as a massive cash cow, Ye Chuan had little interest in the City Lord's attempt to build a relationship by offering spirit stones.

Besides, the forging furnace was right here. Zhao Hongyuan would eventually lose all his spirit stones to it anyway.

Otherwise, how could he reach a +12 enhancement?

Or was he willing to settle for his current level of amplification?

Furthermore, the incident today was largely related to Ye Chuan himself. He had expected the Sacred Land to bring the cauldron to his door for repairs, but who knew the thing would be so huge—thousands of feet tall, like a mountain.

However, if given the choice again, Ye Chuan still wouldn't want to go out to repair things personally.

It wasn't because he was lazy, but because he needed to maintain the prestige of his blacksmith shop.

If even the Sacred Land couldn't move him, think of the advertisement that would be! Money would flow in endlessly.

"Just don't let irrelevant people cause such a commotion around my shop in the future."

Zhao Hongyuan was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly in thanks. "Thank you, Grandmaster! Thank you, Grandmaster! From now on, Xuanjing City will designate your shop as a key protected area. No idlers will dare to approach without permission!"

After speaking, he bowed respectfully again before turning to comfort the citizens.

Ye Chuan glanced at the people in the city and noticed many were injured. He casually released a healing spell that covered the entire city before flashing back into the blacksmith shop.

As soon as he entered, a pink figure trotted over. Hu Li's nine tails wagged happily, and her eyes were full of stars.

"Boss! You were amazing! That black flag just now was so cool! You cleaned up those bad things in an instant!"

She had seen a corner of the domain through the window of the shop. Although she didn't know exactly what had happened, she knew Ye Chuan had saved everyone.

Looking at Ye Chuan now, her admiration was overflowing, her voice trembling with excitement. "Boss, are you one of those legendary hidden experts?"

Ye Chuan shook his head. "I'm not some hidden expert. I'm just a little bit more powerful than others."

Yes, just a "little" bit.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, taking the fragment of the God-Sealing Cauldron out of his backpack space. The thing was huge, and generally speaking, repairing it would be very difficult.

Or rather, there should be no way to repair it.

But for someone unusual like Ye Chuan, it wasn't a difficult task.

He just had to throw it into the forging repair interface; all it required was money and a countdown timer.

Repairing this cauldron was as easy as flipping his hand.

However, Ye Chuan was curious if the cauldron had other functions. He thought it might be nice to try making an exact replica later.

But that was just a thought for now; he would need blueprints or something similar first.

Hu Li leaned close to him, looking at the bronze fragment, and asked curiously, "Boss, can this big cauldron really be fixed?"

"Of course." Spiritual light flickered at Ye Chuan's fingertips as the fragment began to float automatically, being stored back into the backpack space to start repairs.

"Once it's fixed, I can fleece the sheep a bit more."

Since the Primordial Sacred Land was so rich, wouldn't it be a waste not to milk them for more?

Although he could fix it instantly, he had to make it look extremely difficult.

That's gonna cost extra.

Yeah, that's the way.

Hu Li nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite. She didn't ask any more questions, simply sitting obediently by his side, the adoration in her eyes undiminished.

Hu Li didn't understand much, and even her original memories had vanished, but for her, being by Ye Chuan's side was the safest place to be.