Seeing that he couldn't stop Po’s words, Bokesli secretly glanced at Qian Jin. "He noticed that the Master’s eyes were filled with a keen interest in listening further. If I interrupted Bokespo now, I might only succeed in angering the Master, gaining nothing in the end."

Forget it! Since he has started speaking, let him continue! Perhaps we can truly win over Master Feijing? Bokesli nodded secretly. Didn't the Crown Prince currently recruit Inscriptionists who still couldn't reliably forge the magic devices he envisioned? Perhaps this Master had a way?

"It's just that this Saint Artifact, the Heart of Lucifer, doesn't seem to have been acquired completely," Bokesli interrupted Po, saying, "Or perhaps... maybe it was never finished in the first place. In short, the Origin of Lucifer can be injected into it, but it cannot be extracted. If one forces an extraction, the absorber’s life force will instead be drawn out by the Heart of Lucifer."

Sabonis Lu felt Li trying to steal the credit, so he quickly jumped in too: "Your Highness, through the explorations of previous Archdemons, coupled with our own research and the findings of those we’ve recruited, we have basically deciphered this Heart of Lucifer. If a ritual is performed—a very complex ritual!—once completed, Your Highness can obtain the entire Lucifer Origin left by all previous Archdemons... At that time, even the current Great Demon King might no longer be Your Highness's match, allowing Your Highness to complete the unification of the Human, Demon, and Barbarian tribes!"

"Your Highness!" The Three Demons became fervent with excitement: "Your Highness!"

Qian Jin watched the three demons sink into their excited fervor, his mind constantly churning: the essence of a lifetime belonging to a Lucifer bloodline Magic Warrior expert? Could it truly only be absorbed by Demons of the Lucifer lineage? If not...

I must obtain this! Qian Jin took a sudden, deep breath. Regardless of whether tribes other than the Lucifer line could absorb this essence, he had to secure it! If the essence within the Heart of Lucifer was truly that potent, and the Demon Crown Prince obtained it, wouldn't the Zhence Dynasty be in grave danger?

The blood feud between humans and demons was too deep. If the demonic race achieved ultimate victory, it was highly likely that everyone would perish a thousand, ten thousand times over. Qian Jin could pretend not to see it.

But... if it meant the extermination of his people! Qian Jin could not accept that. At least most of those he loved were human! If the Zhence Dynasty fell, those he cherished would likely be impossible to protect.

"Master..." Bokespo slowly emerged from his excitement, his eyes filled with longing as he looked at Qian Jin. "Master! Please grant us your aid. If we can defeat Qian Wushuang, we will gain supreme glory, and His Highness the Crown Prince will value us all the more. When we inherit the Mammon Demon Clan, we will not forget your favor, we..."

"I will not forge any equipment for you for free, and I have no faith in the future you promise." Qian Jin smiled. "I cannot simply believe you based on a few words that sound utterly preposterous. The Heart of Lucifer? That's a decent excuse you've concocted, but if I told you the same story, would you believe me?" Qian Jin wagged a finger, cutting off Bokespo's attempt to speak. "I know what you're about to say... I just want to tell you that I don't believe such a Saint Artifact exists, one that can still preserve the essence of a Lucifer bloodline Magic Warrior? I won't believe it! As for these so-called promises? No one knows what the future holds! If you happen to die in battle someday? Wouldn't my investment be a total loss?"

The fervor and confidence on the faces of the Mammon Triumvirate froze. What kind of Master was this? How could he remain so calm? Had everything they said been wasted?

"Though you are young, you must possess many things of value." Qian Jin looked at the Mammon Triumvirate with a sly smile. "Show me what you have on hand. If you are only lacking a small amount, I might make an exception and invest a little. If the gap is too large? Heh, the door is behind you. Farewell! I won't see you out." Bokesli took a deep breath. "Master Feijing, if you forge a Battle Weapon for us, and if the Crown Prince is impressed upon our return..."

"Stop talking to me about the future all the time." Qian Jin frowned, clearly displeased. "I’m not a newborn child to believe in some distant future. I only believe in what is right in front of me! Do you understand? Don't assume I’m easily fooled just because I look younger than you. Don't forget, I carry half the Mammon bloodline myself!"

Bokespo gently rubbed his forehead. When the prideful bloodline of Lucifer mixed with the greedy bloodline of Mammon, how did this demon become so stubbornly fixed when pride and avarice coexisted? They had initially thought they could use this information to lure him into making concessions in exchange for a chance to meet the Crown Prince and see the Heart of Lucifer Saint Artifact.

That’s right! Legend held that Inscriptionists possessed endless pursuits. If they knew they could see a Saint-tier Magic Device... they should be ecstatic, willing to pay any price! Sabonis Lu looked at Qian Jin with disappointment. Why was this Master Feijing so obstinate? Why wouldn't he take the bait?

"I don't care if you call yourselves the Mammon Triumvirate. By the time I count to ten, if you don't present your true sincerity—all your materials—then get out!" Qian Jin tapped the armrest of his chair lightly with his fingers. He had already gained significant intelligence; at least he now knew something about Qian Wushuang’s strength, which he hadn't known before.

To think Qian Wushuang had become this powerful? Unconsciously, Qian Jin's mood grew genuinely irritable, rather than just the feigned impatience from the start.

"One, two..."

"I have it!" Bokespo shouted, pulling out pieces of precious metal from his Battle Sphere.

Bokesli and Sabonis Lu were not to be outdone. One retrieved items from their Battle Sphere, and the other pulled materials from a very small, family heirloom spatial ring.

Not long ago, or perhaps just moments ago! That powerful Mammon Elder, who held great authority, had been kicked out of the room for excessive greed and then doused head to toe in cold water.

Could they not avoid that basin of cold water? The Mammon Triumvirate were well aware that the strong elder of the Bokespo clan could have dodged the water, but deliberately did not, precisely to avoid further enraging Master Feijing.

Qian Jin watched the pile of materials growing before him, his expression softening considerably. Among these were materials that could be used to forge Battle Weapons. Since they were brought out, there was no thought of taking them back.

"Hm!" Qian Jin nodded slowly toward Bokespo, who had presented the most items. "With these, I can forge an Ultra-Battle Weapon..." "An Ultra-Battle Weapon?"

Now it was Bokespo’s turn to be utterly confused.

"An equipment that surpasses a Battle Weapon, falling somewhere between a Soul Weapon and a Saint Artifact." Qian Jin's tone carried impatience. "If you feel an Ultra-Battle Weapon isn't good enough, I will forge you a Rank Ten Battle Weapon instead." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no..."

Bokespo shook his head violently, so fast and hard his head looked ready to fly off his neck. "Respected Master Feijing, an Ultra-Battle Weapon... please, an Ultra-Battle Weapon." Are you kidding me! Bokespo thought frantically. An Ultra-Battle Weapon! Although he didn't know its exact power, it was clearly superior to the strongest Rank Ten Battle Weapon!

Bokesli hesitated, then reached back into her Battle Sphere, pulling out materials for a Soul Weapon! And not just one set. Clearly, this female Magic Warrior of the Mammon Clan had deeper schemes, aiming for something much bigger...

However, Qian Jin's mention of the Ultra-Battle Weapon was too much for the female Mammon Magic Warrior to resist the temptation.

"You!" Qian Jin stared down at Bokesli as if he were an Emperor, his voice laced with fury. "How dare you deceive me! Pack up your things and get out! I will not forge a single piece of equipment for you!"

Clatter...

Bokesli looked up at Qian Jin in shock, the materials slipping from her grasp and falling to the ground. How could this be? She had finally brought herself to take out her prized possessions, only for... "Your materials, if forged, could also produce an Ultra-Battle Weapon. But," Qian Jin displayed a cold, displeased sneer on his face, "you were too slow." "Master... Master..."

Bokesli completely panicked. An Ultra-Battle Weapon! She had actually had a chance to obtain one! Her flustered hands and feet scrambled toward Qian Jin on the floor. This might be her last chance; even if she gathered more materials later, she might never find a forging Master with such confidence again.

"Master... Master... I was wrong..."

Bokespo watched the formerly high-and-mighty Bokesli with cold eyes. This so-called most talented bloodline Magic Warrior of the Mammon Clan had lost all her glory now. But there was no alternative; how could they oppose the sheer power of the Master before them?

If the roles were reversed... Bokespo slowly lowered his head. His own performance might not have been better than Bokesli's...

"Master..."

"You two get her out of here. If you can't, then both of you roll out as well."

Qian Jin waved his wrist casually, no longer glancing at Bokesli who was slumped on the floor. The remaining two young demons felt their hair stand on end. Would their possessions vanish too? That wouldn't do!

"Master... Master..."

Bokesli struggled desperately, being dragged uselessly toward the door by her two companions.

Bang! Bokesli slammed against the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, watching in despair as the large door slowly closed.

"Hey, beautiful demon, what's wrong?" Duanfeng Bu'er squatted down beside Bokesli with a grin. "Why are you crying?"

Bokesli stared blankly at this low-ranking demon from the Nulun Tribe. She desperately wanted to raise her hand and slaughter more of these low-ranking demons primarily engaged in handicrafts.

"What’s upsetting you? Tell me, perhaps I can help," Duanfeng Bu'er said with a smile, lifting his hand to idly adjust his long hair. Although the Nulun Tribe was very low-tiered and lacked formidable combat strength, the tribe did have its advantages—namely, they were handsome!