“Congratulations, Young Master! We have heard about your glorious deeds. That Mei Rulan truly deserve that.”
When Bai Zihan arrived at his Mystic Moon courtyard, the first people to meet him were Kong Zhanghong and Fang Jinyan.
Lin Xuan was probably cultivating.
On that note, Bai Zihan wondered whether Fang Jinyan and Kong Zhanghong even cultivated, given how quickly they always showed up as soon as he returned.
Well, he didn’t really care much, though.
Whether they cultivated or not was entirely their own business, though their presence was convenient since he had something to ask them.
“Do either of you know Han Zhenwu?”
Bai Zihan asked.
Fang Jinyan and Kong Zhanghong exchanged glances. There was no way they didn’t know who Han Zhenwu was.
They suspected that Bai Zihan’s next target might be Han Zhenwu, who was clearly a bigger fish than Shen Liang in the Heaven Sword Sect.
“Young Master, do you mean the son of Elder Han?”
Fang Jinyan asked for confirmation.
Bai Zihan nodded.
Fang Jinyan began by repeating almost everything Yuan Jie had said earlier—Han Zhenwu was the son of Elder Han, a title that carried weight.
Bai Zihan raised an eyebrow, not looking impressed.
“So he’s just another disciple with a good daddy?”
Kong Zhanghong, standing nearby, couldn’t help but chuckle at Bai Zihan’s bluntness.
“Young Master, it’s not just that. Han Zhenwu isn’t like those other guys who just flaunt their backgrounds. He’s a ruthless bastard—cold, calculating, and methodical. If he decides you’re an enemy, he’ll ruin you without a second thought,” Fang Jinyan explained.
After all, while Bai Zihan might not take people like Shen Liang seriously, Han Zhenwu was a different beast.
Not only did he have higher status—with his father being one of the most influential figures in the Desolate Heaven Empire—but he was also a true cultivation genius with good head who understood how the world worked, unlike Shen Liang.
Bai Zihan hummed thoughtfully, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
“And here I thought I’d run out of enemies, but it looks like I don’t need to worry about that.”
Bai Zihan seemed more amused than wary.
With his recent actions, he thought these disciples of the Heaven Sword Sect would keep their distance—not that he minded.
But the moment he arrived, someone new and interesting had shown up.
And there was no doubt that Han Zhenwu was his enemy.
After all, one mountain can’t have two lions.
Han Zhenwu probably wanted to make him his subordinate or something similar.
Well, there was also a chance he was wrong, though he thought that chance was slim.
Fang Jinyan and Kong Zhanghong glanced at each other. Bai Zihan looked amused and pleased rather than worried.
They wanted to warn him that Han Zhenwu was a completely different enemy compared to the others but held back.
Who were they to warn him? This was the young master who had made Shen Liang look like a joke and even destroyed a clan.
“And another thing—one of you needs to investigate how Mei Rulan escaped from the Reflection Cave.”
Normally, she was supposed to spend one year in the Reflection Cave as punishment, but somehow, she was back in the Mei Clan.
It was clear that someone had a hand in her escape; otherwise, it should have been impossible for Mei Rulan to do so on her own.
The two of them nodded, understanding that this was another opportunity for them to earn more resources as a reward.
After chatting with Kong Zhanghong and Fang Jinyan and learning about his potential enemy and asking them to investigate Mei Rulan, Bai Zihan went to his room.
He took out the Eternal Spirit Sword, which seemed quite lively.
“Can’t wait? Well, even I can’t!”
Bai Zihan chuckled, patting the sword’s blade lightly.
With a casual wave of his hand, he activated his storage ring, and a series of shimmering materials appeared in the air—rare ores, spirit crystals, refined beast cores, and a vial of crimson liquid that seemed to pulse with life.
These were all the materials he had asked Luo Qing to collect, each one carefully selected for the sword’s upgrade.
The moment the materials appeared, the Eternal Spirit Sword trembled in excitement, a faint humming sound filling the room.
Bai Zihan’s smile widened.
He didn’t even need to do much—the sword was already greedily drawing in the materials, its silver blade glowing brighter and brighter.
The refined ores melted into a silvery liquid, swirling around the blade and merging into it.
The spirit crystals shattered into pure energy that was absorbed by the sword, causing intricate, glowing runes to etch themselves onto its surface.
The beast cores dissolved, their vital essence enhancing the blade’s strength and sharpness.
Bai Zihan watched, slightly surprised at how smoothly the process went.
In just a few minutes, the glow around the sword began to fade, and the once ethereal, somewhat translucent blade now looked far more solid and imposing.
Its sharpness seemed almost tangible, and a faint, dangerous aura radiated from it.
Bai Zihan raised an eyebrow, giving the sword an appraising look.
“Already done? That was way faster than I expected.”
He gripped the hilt and gave it a gentle swing. The air seemed to ripple slightly, and a faint arc of crimson light followed the sword’s movement.
“Interesting… I knew it would get stronger, but to think it’s already comparable to an Earth-Grade Sword…”
His other weapons were still stronger, of course, but this wasn’t too far off from the sword he was using.
Perhaps after one or two more upgrades, the Eternal Spirit Sword might surpass his current weapon.
Immediately, another list of ingredients appeared in his mind.
This time, the materials required were far more precious than before—Grade-4 Monster Cores and rare ores.
But to Bai Zihan, it made no difference. He just needed to send this list to his father and have him send the ingredients the same day.
“If you can tell me all the materials you need, I can get them all in one go.”
Bai Zihan muttered, but the Eternal Spirit Sword didn’t seem to understand.
Well, that was expected.
Anyway, while obtaining the ingredients was easy, it was annoying that he had to wait every time and ask his father for them.
But for the potential of a Heaven-Grade Sword, this was a minor inconvenience.
He just hope that upgrading it to Heaven-Grade would be as easy as it was now.