Chapter 103: Divine Craftsmanship

Assistant Xiao Liu carefully packed up the three treasures and handed them over to Gandalf.

"Mr. Gandalf, everything is ready."

"Please check it."

Controlling Gandalf, Zhou Huai put the items away into his storage space and nodded.

The two took a car back to the surface, and as soon as they walked out of the black metal building, Li Gang came up to greet them.

The smile on his face was even more enthusiastic than before.

"Gandalf, have you made your choices?"

"The Governor really bled heavily this time, you must make good use of them."

Controlling Gandalf, Zhou Huai cooperatively put on a satisfied expression.

Li Gang led him, walking casually around the military district as if making small talk.

"Right, there is something I must remind you of."

The smile on his face subsided, and his expression turned serious.

"The Dawnbreaker Guild suffered such a big loss this time, they certainly won't let it go easily."

"It is not safe for you to stay outside alone."

Gandalf didn't speak, just listening quietly.

Li Gang continued.

"My suggestion is that you stay in Jiangning City recently and don't run around blindly."

"Our military will send people to protect you in secret."

"After a while, the Imperial Capital should have arrangements."

"Go to the Imperial Capital?" A trace of doubt crept into Gandalf's voice.

Li Gang nodded, his eyes carrying a bit of taken-for-granted certainty.

"That is natural."

"The resources of the Imperial Capital, whether dungeons, Secret Realms, or mentors, are not something Dongning Province can compare to."

"You are an SS-Rank, a pillar of the country, and you deserve the best cultivation."

Zhou Huai understood in his heart.

The military intended to enshrine him like a great Buddha.

It was just what he wanted.

He originally wanted his Clones to rapidly improve their strength, and being able to hitch a ride on the military's big ship couldn't be better.

"Everything follows the military's arrangement." Gandalf replied calmly.

Li Gang patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

"Good! Go back to the hotel to rest first, and contact me anytime if anything comes up."

…

Zhou Huai didn't let Li Gang send him, taking a taxi back to the hotel by himself.

He immediately made arrangements for Yasuo, who was grinding monsters in the wilderness of Donghai City.

Receiving the order, Yasuo immediately set off for Jiangning City.

Late that night, Yasuo took the space ring containing the three treasures from Gandalf's hands.

He didn't stay, driving back to Donghai City overnight.

At dawn.

A dark shadow silently swept down from the car,

Not long after, Moria's figure appeared in Zhou Huai's bedroom, placing the ring on his bedside table.

The whole process was completely silent.

Picking up the ring, Zhou Huai impatiently took out the things inside.

What he picked up first were the two bottles of holy light spiritual water.

The liquid in the bottle was clear and transparent, emitting a soft white light and looking extremely holy.

"This thing, is it for oral administration or external application?"

He weighed the glass bottle and muttered to himself.

There wasn't even an instruction manual on it.

What if there are side effects?

Then he shook his head again.

The things in the military treasury shouldn't have any major problems.

That assistant Xiao Liu didn't give any warnings back then either.

Figuring this out, Zhou Huai no longer hesitated.

He pulled out the wooden cork of the bottle, brought it to his lips, and cautiously took a small sip.

A cool liquid slid down his throat.

Carrying a hint of an elusive sweetness.

It seemed… quite tasty?

The next second, a warm current rose from his stomach, rapidly spreading to his limbs and bones.

That feeling was like soaking in a hot spring in the twelfth lunar month of winter, with every pore stretching out.

He felt that his brain had become much clearer.

Zhou Huai's eyes lit up.

It worked!

Without further hesitation, he raised his head and drank the remaining spiritual water in the bottle in one gulp.

Boom!

An even more majestic warm current exploded inside his body.

He could clearly feel that the cold, cursed power lingering in his legs and spine was being rapidly dispelled by this warm force.

Just like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Zhou Huai could even "hear" the unwilling roar emitted by that cursed power.

After a moment, the warm current gradually subsided.

Zhou Huai let out a long breath, feeling much lighter all over.

If the cursed power had previously eroded sixty percent of his body, now it had at least receded to forty percent.

He tried to mobilize the strength in his legs.

His legs still remained motionless without any response.

The hope that had just ignited in Zhou Huai's eyes dimmed a bit more.

He picked up the second bottle of holy light spiritual water and chugged it down without hesitation.

The same feeling struck again.

But this time, the speed at which the cursed power dissipated was noticeably much slower.

Eventually, that power retreated to about thirty percent and stopped decreasing.

Zhou Huai's brow furrowed.

It seemed that this holy light spiritual water couldn't completely resolve the curse on his body.

This was already its limit.

Drinking more probably wouldn't have any effect either.

However, he quickly let it go.

It was still better than being completely useless.

At least now, he wouldn't feel fatigued at every turn like before, dozing off all day.

Controlling his Clones for a little longer would make him feel hollowed out.

Now he was full of spirit and feeling refreshed.

…

Over the next two days.

Jiangning City was calm and peaceful.

Gandalf completely turned into a homebody, staying in the hotel suite every day without stepping out the front or back doors, featuring an obedient and well-behaved attitude, never causing trouble for the military department.

Donghai City, Forging Guild.

Inside the top-floor special-grade forging room.

Ou Yezi wiped the sweat beads from his forehead, looking at the initially formed equipment on the forging table with a trace of satisfaction on his face.

Just moments ago, accompanied by a series of clanging hammering sounds, his Rank finally reached level ten.

A brand new skill was also unlocked accordingly.

[Divine Craftsmanship (LV1)]

[Effect: Can additionally add a new affix slot to a piece of equipment. Mana consumption: 500 points. Cooldown: 12 hours.]

With Zhou Huai's consciousness inside Ou Yezi, looking at this new skill stirred up monstrous waves in his heart.

Additionally adding an affix slot!

You must know that the number of affixes on equipment is a symbol of its quality.

Fine and Rare have two, Epic has three, Legendary has five.

As for Mythic equipment above Legendary, it is said that the upper limit of affixes is at least ten.

This is the iron law of this world.

Yet Ou Yezi's skill could break this iron law!

This is only level one; if the Rank is higher, it can additionally attach two or three affixes.

Wouldn't that make Epics comparable to Legendaries, and Legendaries comparable to Mythics?

As expected of an SS-Rank lifestyle class!

Zhou Huai's gaze fell on the silver-flowing long dress on the workbench.

[Embrace of the Stars].

He prepared to forge this piece of equipment into a unique birthday gift for Ye Xi.

…

Meanwhile.

At the entrance of the "Howling Canyon" dungeon outside Donghai City.

A fierce battle had already reached its conclusion.

"Damn it! What kind of monsters are these three guys anyway!"

A brawny man holding a giant axe looked at his companions collapsed all over the ground wailing endlessly, his face filled with terror and unwillingness.

They were the elite raid group of the "Mad Lion Guild".

A full fifty-plus people.

Just to encircle and annihilate these three stray players who didn't know where they popped out from.

The cause was that two days ago, several squads of their guild were easily wiped out by these three people.

In a fit of anger, the guild master sent out their elite team to take revenge.

Originally thinking it was an easy catch, like using a butcher's knife to slaughter a chicken.

But as soon as the battle started, they realized they were wrong.

Outrageously wrong.

That sword-wielding man was as fast as lightning.

His figure shuttled through the crowd, and no one could lock onto him at all.

Every time he appeared, it was accompanied by a fatal sword light, taking away a life.

That brawny man carrying a giant shield was an unreasonable iron turtle even more.

Dozens of them gathered fire, hitting him without even seeing a white mark.

Even more outrageously, after he activated a skill, everyone who attacked him began to lose health wildly themselves.

And there was that most eerie one.

From beginning to end, they didn't even clearly see the appearance of the third person.

They only knew he was like a phantom, lurking in the shadows.

Whenever he appeared, one of their back-row squishy classes would definitely be silently killed in one hit.

Then, the corpse turned into a wisp of black Qi and was absorbed by that shadow.