Chapter 878

After several days of rushing, the caravan finally arrived at the war zone and entered the Blade of the Desolate God war fortress.

The fortress is of a grand scale, with two layers of walls, inner and outer. The inner wall is a hundred zhang high, the outer wall fifty zhang, and the outer wall also has multiple protruding platforms; its defense can be described as impregnable.

The Blade of the Desolate God has a history of twenty thousand years and is the second newest among the six war zone fortresses. The newest fortress was established only four hundred years ago and is still very small in scale.

After entering the city, the caravan drove directly into a large courtyard. While called a large courtyard, it is over thirty zhang in radius, and the outer courtyard can accommodate the entire caravan.

The backyard here is occupied year-round by thirty little beautiful Shamans, with a batch rotated every year. The outer courtyard is the residence for guards and handymen, totaling over a hundred Shamans. Tian Yu also has three shops in the commercial street not far away, so he let an idle one to Wei Yuan to be converted into a weapon-refining shop.

This shop has a storefront in front and a workshop in the back. The backyard is quite large, fully capable of allowing Wei Yuan to set up a complete set of weapon-refining equipment, plus an altar and various gear for using sacrificial power.

Only when leaving the market did Wei Yuan return the full set of equipment gifted by the market owner; after all, Wei Yuan knew in his heart that after he left, this area would be depressed for a long time.

The market owner was quite moved and contributed a wisp of faint, elusive Qi luck. For an old fox among Shamans like this, it was already quite rare and commendable.

The Power Shamans had no concept of the impact of Wei Yuan's departure and perhaps would never be able to figure it out. But Wei Yuan himself had issued Azure Origin and was well aware of the sequelae he left behind.

Desolate Iron is not just currency, but also a natural Dharma Form-level material. The Desolate Realm is different from the Nether Cold Realm; this is a substantial heaven and earth, and Desolate Iron can be sent back to the original realm. Whereas in the Nether Cold Realm, only Nether Iron and Nether Crystals, which are essentially immortal objects, can be sent back to the original realm.

Most of the Desolate Iron was taken away by Wei Yuan, so the local circulation of Desolate Iron would be severely insufficient. However, the equipment in the hands of the Shaman hunters had been updated by Wei Yuan, and they wouldn't need Desolate Iron for a while, so they didn't feel it.

But after the arrowheads in their hands are used a few times, their spirituality will greatly diminish, regressing into Desolate Steel. Desolate Steel arrowheads will also suffer wear and lose their sharpness, requiring re-grinding. Therefore, as time passes, there will inevitably be a situation where equipment prices plummet and Desolate Iron skyrockets, and the upper echelons like Jiu Mu only recognize Desolate Iron for taxes, which will add frost to snow.

This situation will continue until the local Shaman hunters, after decades of hard struggle, accumulate enough wealth to exchange for Desolate Iron from outside the domain or refine it themselves to fill the gap, only then will it improve.

Therefore, Wei Yuan felt somewhat guilty, and in order not to be tainted by karma, he returned that set of equipment. However, all the equipment had been studied and recorded by Wei Yuan, and a new bookshelf had been set up in that chaotic heaven and earth of his sea of consciousness.

Tian Yu settled Wei Yuan in the shop and then headed to the fortress lord's mansion to inquire about intelligence and understand the latest war situation.

Wei Yuan, on the other hand, took Lie Lie San Yi and Zhen Gang and spent a whole day circling inside the fortress, entering every shop to take a look, and then asking what goods and services they operated.

The entire process was handled by Lie Lie San Yi, with Wei Yuan behind him like a follower. After all, with Wei Yuan's appearance, entering a shop directly would nine times out of ten result in being kicked out. Hanging Desolate Iron on the waist like Lie Lie San Yi might lead to being arrested by guards. Roughly speaking, looking like Wei Yuan, even breathing is a mistake.

But Lie Lie San Yi was different; he looked like a Power Shaman who could fight, and hanging a few bright Desolate Iron bars on his waist was just icing on the cake, so no matter which shop they entered, the clerks and shopkeepers were extremely enthusiastic.

Wei Yuan didn't just look without buying; he bought any equipment he saw that was similar for processing sacrificial power, and even bought a miniature altar, letting Zhen Gang carry it back to the shop for installation first.

By the time they bought a few things and entered a new shop, the clerk saw that Lie Lie San Yi not only had Desolate Iron on his waist but was also carrying large and small bags, and the enthusiasm directly doubled. Some beautiful Shaman clerks even directly indicated that the lounge inside was still empty, and if the distinguished guest was tired, they might as well go rest for half a day.

Lie Lie San Yi naturally felt his heart beat faster, his face flushed red, and his eyes bloodshot. But he at least remembered that the Wei Yuan behind him was the real boss, so he firmly declined the beautiful Shaman clerk's kindness.

But Lie Lie San Yi said he had a strange habit: if the beautiful Shaman clerk could serve his attendant well, then today these few bars of Desolate Iron would definitely be dumped in the shop.

For the sake of the Desolate Iron, the beautiful Shaman clerk ignored Wei Yuan's ugliness with great perseverance and determination, but Wei Yuan couldn't ignore the cluster of fleshy whiskers on her chin.

Thus, this business deal didn't go through.

When Lie Lie San Yi left, the beautiful Shaman clerk was still reluctant to part, stuffing a note into his hand and saying this was her address, letting Lie Lie San Yi find her at night.

After entering another shop, Lie Lie San Yi ate the note directly.

Wei Yuan was a bit curious and asked, "Isn't this a good thing? Why didn't you go find her?"

Lie Lie San Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "I come from a poor background, and I have some talent and ability, but it's very limited. Watching decades go by, I'm getting further and further away from the Desolate Shaman, with no future. Now this bit of glory isn't mine, but yours. The day you don't want me anymore, I will immediately revert to my original form.

These beautiful Shamans in big cities are bottomless pits that can never be filled; how can I afford them? Which Power Shaman in this city isn't richer than me, doesn't have a better background than me? Why would they take a fancy to me? They don't take a fancy to my money, but think my money is easy to cheat."

Wei Yuan hadn't expected Lie Lie San Yi to be so clear-headed.

By this time, the major shops in the city had been visited, and what needed to be bought had been bought, so Wei Yuan returned to his shop.

The shop Tian Yu left for Wei Yuan had a main hall three zhang high, allowing Shamans with exaggerated physiques to enter and exit, while the back was twenty zhang square and came with multiple rooms.

After visiting other shops, Wei Yuan already had a plan in mind. After returning, he re-divided the shop space and made a list, letting Lie Lie San Yi purchase according to the list.

A few days later, everything was ready, and Wei Yuan had also prepared the goods, so he notified Tian Yu to open for business the next day.

Early the next morning, there was a constant stream of traffic outside the shop, and Power Shamans arrived one after another; dozens of luxury vehicles almost blocked the entire street.

Tian Yu stood outside the main gate, chatting and laughing with a dozen Shamans with huge physiques and flamboyant attire. These were all his drinking buddies, and happening upon the opening of Wei Yuan's shop, they were all pulled over by Tian Yu to show support.

In the blink of an eye, the time had arrived. The main gate opened, and Zhen Gang walked out from inside, hanging up the plaque 【Great Desolate Artisan God】.

Although those brought by Tian Yu were all rich or noble, they were not fops, but elites who had been fighting on the battlefield for years, with very keen spiritual sense and intuition. A few who looked at the four characters "Great Desolate Artisan God" originally wanted to laugh, but in the blink of an eye, their smiles froze on their faces.

The Shamans looked at this plaque and became surprisingly quiet.

Although Wei Yuan's plaque hadn't been made long, it had already been recognized by many Shaman hunters in the market, and Qi luck had spontaneously condensed on the plaque. Shamans with keen eyes could naturally see the clues and dared not mock it.

The Shamans looked at the plaque for a while before following Tian Yu into the shop.

"I tell you, the boss of this shop is a good brother of mine. The things he makes are simply superb; you can look at them as you please..." Tian Yu's loud laughter suddenly stopped, and he looked at the somewhat empty shop in astonishment.

In the large main hall, there were more than a dozen luxurious stands of varying heights, each with only a dark, inconspicuous iron box placed on it.

The Shamans were also suspicious in their hearts: does this weapon refiner who dares to use the title "Great Desolate Artisan God" sell these broken iron boxes?

Although these iron boxes were made of Desolate Iron, in this city where every Shaman claims to have millions, a few catties of Desolate Iron falling on the ground really wouldn't be picked up by any Shaman.

At this time, Wei Yuan walked out from the back hall and smiled at Tian Yu: "Want to try your luck? One thousand five for one opening."

Tian Yu said: "Fine, I'll show you some support! Give me five first."

Tian Yu gave the word, and a follower naturally brought up a box of Desolate Iron. Then Tian Yu picked a box at random, flipped it open: a rabbit. He opened another: a fox; then opened another: a frog.

Opening three ordinary spiritualities in a row, Tian Yu was inexplicably angry and roared: "Is my hand so unlucky? I really don't believe it!"

This time he struck in anger, directly tearing the iron box into two halves, and as a result, a burst of firelight shot out! In Tian Yu's large hand, a tiny firebird was flying back and forth!

A group of young masters and misses all gathered around to watch, clicking their tongues in wonder.

Opening this little firebird worth three thousand, Tian Yu's spirit was greatly boosted, and he pursued the victory, opening another box: a fire-bearing grasshopper.