Chapter 1345

Don't think such things don't exist; among the secrets Li Li Changan knows, even the two strongest contenders for the throne—whether the second or third prince—each have similar talents under their command, masters and artisans of all trades, gifted yet obscure.

"You envy?"

Lin Cheng narrowed his eyes, deliberately sizing up Li Li Changan; that half-smiling, half-sneering expression made Li Li Changan want to punch his face.

"Of course!"

After thinking it over, she held back, merely giving Lin Cheng a glare—otherwise, she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't kill him right there.

"Hah… outside, there are those inherited weapons; if you earn the spirit weapon's approval, you'll gain its skills—you'd count as a hero-level figure." Lin Cheng chuckled, pointing toward the spirit weapon display counter outside the door; surely by now, few people don't know about it.

He deliberately placed those inherited weapons there to lure in the 17th-tier warriors; whether anyone would come to steal them, Lin Cheng didn't know—but if they did, they'd die horribly.

"Then I'll go take a look."

Hearing she might gain an inheritance and a spirit weapon, Li Li Changan's heart leapt wildly, her chest heaving, her face flushed red, growing more excited the closer she got.

Lin Cheng watched Li Li Changan's every change—especially her expression and gestures—and asked deeply,

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Then he began modifying the magic crystal internal combustion engine on his own.

Li Li Changan didn't hear this—if she had, she'd likely have immediately snapped back at this rich bastard.

Inherited spirit weapons—never mind how rare inheritances are across the continent, nearly nonexistent—spirit weapons with self-awareness are unheard of; perhaps only ancient divine artifacts possessed such consciousness.

In this age, the forging methods for divine artifacts have long been lost; spirit weapons with consciousness are already rare enough, let alone ones with rare inheritances.

The value of inherited spirit weapons is no less than that of some weak divine relics left over from ancient times.

Had Li Li Changan not known that her father had secretly warned all major factions within the empire and listed Lin Cheng as a special talent, the mere fact that he forges inherited spirit weapons would have shaken every power in the empire—open or covert struggles for them would have been inevitable.

But Lin Cheng's rules are also peculiar—direct and simple.

Inherited spirit weapons are not sold outright; those with destiny may claim them—only those whom the spirit weapon approves may take it away.

This made all major factions headache-ridden: the inherited spirit weapons aren't unsold—they're only available to those who earn approval. At first, they each sent personnel to test the waters, but the spirit weapons' combined barrier was impossible for ordinary people to pass; even if one passed the barrier, they still had to earn the spirit weapon's approval.

The personnel sent by the factions weren't lacking in strength; after barely passing the barrier, they'd feel joy at locking eyes with a spirit weapon—only to be instantly rejected the moment they touched it; when they tried again, the spirit weapon would immediately attack.

The spirit weapons directly tested their consciousness—and they failed, utterly and completely.

Gradually, these factions seemed to accept their fate.

If they couldn't earn the spirit weapon's approval at Lin Cheng's, even if they stole one, it'd just be a decoration—better to occasionally send a batch of personnel to test the waters.

Li Li Changan emerged from the forging chamber, and Xiao Hong merely glanced at her; she had sensed spatial teleportation fluctuations from within, and through their bond, knew her master had returned.

This thing! It carries the scent of a human female—but it's pretending to be male, and its expression is utterly unnatural!

Could it be trying to seduce the master?

The moment the thought formed, Xiao Hong felt danger—her body, previously lying down, instantly rose to its feet atop the counter, her fox eyes narrowing as she scrutinized Li Li Changan.

She considered telling her rivals, Miss Qianhui and Valkyrie Ailin—let them deal with this thing, then she could be alone with the master, blissfully paired.

The pale-faced mercenary standing before Xiao Hong, waiting for the inscription, waited a long time; his expression shifted from calm to disbelief, then to shy embarrassment.

Could Xiao Hong the Great be interested in me? Staring at me like this—so embarrassing! And sniffing my scent? Maybe I should just confess outright.

Just as the mercenary was about to act, Xiao Hong's cold voice rang out.

"Next."

"Ah, Xiao Hong the Great… I haven't been inscribed yet."

"Really… never mind, get back in line."

The pale-faced mercenary tried to protest, but the mercenaries behind him had long grown impatient and shoved him violently to the rear.

Entering the barrier, Li Li Changan was engulfed by a terrifying pressure; she channeled her spiritual energy to resist—but the harder she resisted, the heavier the pressure became.