"Yes." Gan Jin's pride soared towards the heavens: "My creative inspiration is superb right now! I truly desire to forge a few more Tier Ten Divine Armaments, perhaps even Super Divine Armaments or Soul Armaments!"

The Elders of the Mammon Demon Clan had eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. They eagerly surged toward the doorway, mentally calculating how much material to pull from their households to forge which specific equipment, or perhaps an entire set of gear.

As for what a Super Divine Armament was? The Mammon Demon Clan Elders had never heard of it, nor did they care what it was—they just knew it was incredibly powerful equipment.

The three most gifted Demon Warriors and Mages of the Short-Eared Clan had been killed!

Who dared to show such blatant disrespect to the Short-Eared Clan? Did they not wish to live?

Torrential Flow Mirror! A hybrid demon belonging to the Mammon Clan and the Lucifer line!

Who was Torrential Flow Mirror? He was the attendant to Princess Liusha of Lucifer, the junior brother of Qian Fengzi, the madman from the True Strategy Dynasty. He possessed forging abilities that were no less than, and perhaps even surpassed, those of Qian Fengzi, combined with archery skills that Qian Fengzi lacked. He was exceedingly arrogant for a demon, looking down on everyone. His current outing was precisely to prove that he was stronger than his senior brother, Gan Fengzi Gan Jin.

Word was, he was also an esteemed Guest Elder of the Mammon Demon Clan! He held a special affection for the Mammon Demon Clan.

The news spread like lightning across the demon lands. With the intentional maneuvering of the Mammon Demon Clan, the name Torrential Flow Mirror quickly and completely eclipsed the once-famous reputation of Gan Jin, instantly becoming the most talked-about name among demons.

Nearly every demon faction was discussing Torrential Flow Mirror, scrambling to gather information on this suddenly skyrocketing new star.

No demon dared to brazenly confront Gan Jin as the Short-Eared Clan had before. Everyone had discovered that this proud Master Torrential Flow Mirror was undoubtedly a demon who relished flattery. If one bowed to him even slightly, his mood would brighten, and he would bestow gifts. But if one dared to treat him harshly?

Apologies, this master craftsman was also a highly capable Demon Warrior—even powerhouses like Sabonisfil had been utterly destroyed by him.

As news of Torrential Flow Mirror spread, another explosive piece of information erupted across the demon lands: Beelzebub Smile had been defeated! Defeated by Boxley!

Beelzebub! One of the Seven Great Demon Tribes. This tribe also possessed two of the ten great demon bloodlines. Beelzebub Smile held the Insect King Bloodline!

Even the warriors of the True Strategy Dynasty felt a chill of fear mentioning that name. He held a special title: the Bloodthirsty Insect King, Beelzebub Smile, whose greatest pleasure was eating—eating humans!

The upper echelons of the demon world were well aware that Beelzebub Smile’s strength was, if anything, slightly superior to Boxley's. Although it was only a tiny margin, the peak powerhouses understood this fact.

Domorick of the Short-Eared Clan had paid a heavy price to hire this Beelzebub Smile to eliminate Torrential Flow Mirror.

The result? The Bloodthirsty Insect King encountered the King of Ten Thousand Eagles, Boxley. After a battle that made the earth tremble and shattered mountain peaks, the King of Ten Thousand Eagles, Boxley, happily went to find Torrential Flow Mirror to celebrate.

The reason for this?

The Bloodthirsty Insect King was defeated! Lost to the King of Ten Thousand Eagles! And it wasn't a close loss! Rumor had it that the Bloodthirsty Insect King's entire set of Divine Armaments was shattered!

The King of Ten Thousand Eagles advertised this everywhere, even relentlessly bullying the Bloodthirsty Insect King! Yet, the Bloodthirsty Insect King Beelzebub Smile offered no rebuttal, having tacitly accepted the reality.

How could this be? The various demon tribes were deeply perplexed and began investigating, quickly uncovering one crucial fact: the reason Boxley was so formidable was that he possessed his very own Tier Ten Divine Armament!

A Tier Ten Divine Armament! The demon tribes immediately understood why this was possible—it was because of that Tier Ten Divine Armament! But where did this Tier Ten Divine Armament come from?

Soon, all the demon tribes knew: it was the handiwork of the forging master, Torrential Flow Mirror, forged in a mere ten days.

At this point, the entire demon race boiled over! While Gan Jin was buried deep within the Mammon Demon Clan's territory, frantically plundering the wealth and resources of the various elders, the entirety of the demon race was in an uproar!

A genius forging master had appeared among the demons, capable of forging a Divine Armament in ten days! And he was proficient in all disciplines! This news, which was initially confined within demon borders, rapidly transmitted to the side of the True Strategy Dynasty.

This time, the demons had done it intentionally.

Gan Jin's initial emergence had made too great an impact. To some extent, this transitioned the demons from initial annoyance to a later stage where they felt stifled—a feeling that started subtly but gradually became a genuine source of discomfort for the demon high command.

If the True Strategy Dynasty possessed such a monster, then during future conflicts, an exchange of equipment for a contingent of their powerhouses would easily grant them the upper hand.

Only truly high-level thinkers could grasp the critical implication of this thought. Thus, regardless of how unconcerned they appeared on the surface, their hearts were extremely anxious. His Majesty, the Great Demon King, had even ordered an investigation into whether Gan Jin was truly that formidable, and the resulting answer was affirmative.

Consequently, the high-ranking leaders of the major demon tribes had been quite uncomfortable lately. Apart from actively preparing for war, they were desperately seeking any demon, even one remotely approaching the monstrous caliber of Gan Jin.

Then, this monster appeared himself! Torrential Flow Mirror! Therefore, the demon high command was utterly ecstatic upon learning this news!

The major tribes began contemplating how to approach this Forging Master Torrential Flow Mirror. The Mammon Demon Clan had already seized the initiative; trying to follow their exact methods now meant they wouldn't achieve the same closeness with Master Torrential Flow Mirror.

Gan Jin remained completely unaware of the situation outside the Mammon Demon Clan's domain. He had only been there for three days, patiently receiving every Mammon Elder, listening to their praises, and waiting for them to finally state their desires.

These Mammon Demons were paragons of greed. When it truly came to forging Divine Armaments and equipment, their hopes were often to offer two chunks of scrap iron and receive a Tier Ten Divine Armament, or even a Soul Armament—and if a Sacred Artifact could be forged, all the better.

Normally, when faced with such a situation, Gan Jin would immediately kick the individual out, regardless of their actual power or the influence of their backing. Then, Duan Fengbu'er would douse them with a basin of cold water, claiming it was to clear their fevered minds.

Despite the fact that all the Mammon Demon Elders knew they would face this treatment, they stubbornly believed they would be the protagonist among wandering poets—that with a mere tremor of their demonic bodies, the other would be moved to their knees, weeping and begging to be accepted as a disciple. They wouldn't even need to offer precious metals; even pig iron was unnecessary. Torrential Flow Mirror would weep and cry, selling his blood to raise the funds and materials needed to forge a Sacred Artifact for them.

"Get out! I want precious, rare metals! I don't want your daughter! No matter how beautiful she is, she means nothing to me! Get out!"

Hearing a tentative knock, Gan Jin erupted in an angry roar. This particular Mammon Elder was the most shameless and avaricious he had encountered in days—actually daring to offer his daughter in exchange for forging a Sacred Artifact without providing a single piece of scrap iron.

A Sacred Artifact? Go forge a Sacred Artifact in your sister's—! Gan Jin rubbed his forehead, recalling his fury. He accidentally let slip the coarse language often used by Mu Gui Wuxin: Go forge a Sacred Artifact in your sister's—!

During his few days with the Mammon Demon Clan, Gan Jin was starting to lose track of whether he was feigning anger or genuinely losing his temper due to the sheer annoyance of these demons, or perhaps because the pressure exerted by being in the demon territory had made his temper exceptionally foul.

And today, this Mammon Elder possessed an incredibly thick skin, even suggesting that if the daughter wasn't enough, he could spare his secondary wife as well.

Gan Jin was speechless, kicking the elder directly out of the room. Setting aside the fact that his aesthetic sense couldn't accommodate the female demons of the Mammon Clan, even if he could, the request was simply too excessive. He was here to collect rare materials; if they wouldn't provide them, they expected him to forge Divine Armaments? Were they dreaming?

"Esteemed Master Mirror... Greetings..."

The voice from outside the door was filled with respect and sounded very young. Gan Jin sighed. He inwardly cursed himself for letting his anger cloud his judgment; the footsteps just now clearly belonged to someone else.

"Come in."

Gan Jin tapped the desk. Duan Fengbu'er, holding a freshly refilled basin of cold water, grinned as he watched the Mammon Elder, now soaked like a drowned rat in the courtyard. Three young Mammon Demons stood respectfully at the doorway, bowing in unison toward Gan Jin.

Gan Jin's eyes widened slightly. These three young Mammon Demons carried an aura—the aura of a powerhouse! This scent was reminiscent of what he had once sensed from the Thunder Lion King, Tian Lianlingguan, and the Elven King Bloodline Warrior, Gan Wushuang.

Powerhouses! The true strong young generation of the Mammon Demon Clan! Gan Jin’s spirits instantly rallied. Besides fulfilling the requirements of the Eight Desolations Without Life, a major goal of his visit to the demon lands was to undergo a spiritual baptism, which encompassed many aspects, including... observing the powerhouses among the demon youth, which was highly necessary.

"Master Mirror..." The Mammon Elder approached Gan Jin's door with a sycophantic smile.

"Get out!" Gan Jin slammed his palm onto the desk beside him, leaping up and roaring directly into the elder's face, "Figure it out, then come see me again!"

The Mammon Elder's expression stiffened, then he forced another ingratiating smile, turned, and shook his head as he left, muttering under his breath, "Is my daughter not pretty? Her ears are the most beautiful in the Mammon Clan! Do I really have to offer expensive materials... I just can't bear to part with them."

The three young Demon Warriors exchanged glances. They had long heard that this Forging Master was arrogant, and today they had seen proof—he actually roared in the face of an Elder, who could only smile apologetically and retreat.

This sort of incident... if it had happened to any other demon besides Torrential Flow Mirror, the Elder would have roared back, unleashing his bloodline power to beat the offender into utter oblivion.