Dugu Xiaoyi finally understood: Jun Moxie's true target was that piece of meteoric iron all along. He had only offered to pay for her purchase out of fear that she might act first. Now that the transaction was complete, he intended to give her a piece of ordinary refined steel? Junk iron? Find me a few pieces of such junk iron! Damn Jun Moxie! He used the excuse of paying for me to seize that piece of extraterrestrial meteoric iron for himself! And I was momentarily confused and failed to make things clear...

"Jun Moxie!!" Dugu Xiaoyi shrieked, her beautiful eyes widening roundly. "Are you looking to die?!"

"Slander!" Jun Xie feigned innocence mixed with roguishness, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands. "Miss Dugu, why say such things? There were only two pieces in total, and I gave the bigger one to you. What more do you want? I already paid the silver for your purchase, and you say I'm looking to die... I... I am truly wronged!"

"You! ...Fine, fine, fine! Jun Moxie, you have nerve! Just you wait until you fall into my hands, I... I am not finished with you!" Dugu Xiaoyi's chest heaved violently; she was so angry she nearly cried. Biting her full lips, her whole body trembled. Tears welled up in her eyes, finally spilling down in a rush.

Xie felt a pang of guilt. After all, Dugu Xiaoyi had spotted it first. Using the pretense of paying for her to act shamelessly and pocket the better piece was truly ignoble—taking advantage of a young girl with such low-class tricks. Frowning, he tried to console her, "Why cry? At most, when I forge my items, I'll specially craft a precious saber for you and send it to your residence. Will that suffice?..."—And he called that consolation?

"Who wants your saber!?" Dugu Xiaoyi didn't recognize his words as an implicit promise, instead taking them as deliberate mockery. Enraged, she stomped her foot and finally sobbed, immense grievance swelling in her heart. "That iron was clearly mine, wuwu..."

Truthfully, Dugu Xiaoyi wasn't crying over the meteoric iron itself. Precious as it was, given the Dugu family's power, finding another piece wouldn't be impossible if they searched deliberately. What Xiaoyi was truly upset about was that despicable Jun Moxie, putting on the facade of a wastrel, hadn't even let her finish speaking before swiftly buying both pieces of iron. He had deliberately muddied the waters until everything was confusing. Now that the items were in his hands, he casually offered her the scrap! And he delivered the line with such a sanctimonious air: You want the big one, I want the small one... can one truly judge quality by size?

Of course, the most infuriating part was that she had once again misjudged him, once again been fooled by his carefully constructed façade...

Tears fell like broken strings of pearls; Dugu Xiaoyi was genuinely heartbroken. Seeing the lout standing there like a wooden post, not even bothering to offer comfort, only made her angrier. Dugu Xiaoyi simply puckered her lips and burst into loud sobs.

"Uh, stop crying, your face is smeared, it looks truly awful!" Xie advised with a frown, glancing sideways.

"I will cry! None of your business, you, you... wuwu... Who did you say looks awful?!" The word "ugly" was a taboo for girls; this was the limit of endurance, beyond what was permissible! Dugu Xiaoyi abruptly stopped crying, glaring fiercely at Xie. Anger flared from her heart, malice gripping her courage. She suddenly lunged, grabbing Jun Xie’s arm, opened her cherry-red mouth, and bit down fiercely. After one hard bite, she shoved him away and resumed crying louder.

"Ouch..." Xie's facial muscles twitched. Gritting his teeth, he hissed, "I... damn it!"

Dugu Xiaoyi stared back, eyes bright with tears, whimpering, "What... what did you say?" She hadn't heard clearly. Jun Xie spread his hands, bared his teeth in pain. Dugu Xiaoyi started crying again.

Xie scratched his head, shrugged his shoulders, spread both hands, completely helpless.

In his past life, Jun Xie had been an assassin. He had little exposure to romance or delicate matters. If he had any needs, they were settled with cold, hard cash... finished, two parties parting ways with no lingering connection. He understood nothing of a girl's heart, let alone how to placate one. Thus, though he saw Dugu Xiaoyi crying heartbrokenly, he genuinely did not know how to comfort her. He simply gave up the effort—cry if you want to cry!

Crouching down, he meticulously inspected the piece of extraterrestrial meteor. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Lifting it, he noted that though it was only slightly larger than a basketball, it weighed over two hundred catties! He clicked his tongue twice, immensely pleased.

If this meteoric iron were forged into throwing knives, they would surely be indestructible! This time, he had truly struck gold, even if the methods were slightly less than honorable...

As he was basking in the delight, a sharp pain struck his rear, nearly making him crash into the meteoric iron. He heard Dugu Xiaoyi, still weeping sadly, quickly run out, leaving a trail of tear drops on the ground...

It turned out that Dugu Xiaoyi, seeing Jun Xie completely ignoring her to gaze at the meteoric iron, felt an extreme surge of grievance. She gave his exposed backside a hard kick and ran off crying...

Rubbing his behind, Jun Xie felt annoyed. But Dugu Xiaoyi was already gone. Jun Xie let out a breath and cursed under his breath: Damn little brat! If you fell into my hands, I’d first do this, then that, and then the other thing, hmph hmph hmph...

In truth, although Jun Xie's cultivation was still inferior to Dugu Xiaoyi's profound mastery, if it truly came down to a fight for their lives, the inexperienced Dugu Xiaoyi would certainly be no match for him. But the problem lay precisely there: what he practiced in his previous life were all swift, brutal assassination techniques designed for instant kills! And what he was currently mastering were no different. In a normal spar, Jun Xie actually couldn't utilize his true strength, making the situation less than ideal.

It was just like what he told his fellow disciples when they asked him for pointers in his former life: "Don't ask me for guidance or sparring. I only know how to kill; I don't know how to fight!"

And against Dugu Xiaoyi, how could he truly fight to the death? Both her family background, status, and personal temperament forbade Jun Xie from seeking to kill her! Moreover, Dugu Xiaoyi was known as the 'Scourge of the Profligates'—a kind-hearted girl who hated evil. Besides, everything was ultimately the fault of the original Jun Moxie for being such a scoundrel.

Standing up, he looked at the shopkeeper. "Boss, if this piece of meteoric iron were forged into a weapon here, what is the maximum refinement level achievable?"

The old man pondered for a moment. "This piece of meteoric iron was refined once before in this shop to remove impurities. If we refine it further, the maximum level would be the Third Refinement, capable of achieving a luster so cold it reveals swirling cloud patterns. If forged into a weapon, it would certainly be exceptionally sharp!"

"Can it achieve the level of slicing iron like mud?" Jun Xie pondered.

"No!" the old man replied bluntly, a slight curl on his lips. Slicing iron like mud? Kid, you've heard too many legends.

"Then why do you call yourselves the Divine Weapon Catalogue? If it can't slice iron like mud, what kind of divine weapon is it?" Jun Xie glared, feeling deceived.

The old man immediately cried out in injustice, "Young Master, you must be mistaken. The term 'slicing iron like mud'... that is basically the characteristic of legendary divine weapons. Moreover, even a top-tier divine weapon depends on who holds it to slice iron like mud. A divine weapon or precious artifact that can slice iron like mud even in the hands of an ordinary person—forget our shop, there isn't one in the entire world."

"Oh? That does make sense!" Jun Xie suddenly recalled a saying: Where true energy reaches, wood and grass become sharp swords. He shook his head, thinking, Nonsense. If one reaches that level, why would they still need sharp swords? They would only need them because their fist and foot skills weren't enough.

"Forget it, I'll find my own way," Jun Xie sighed. "Have your assistant send it to the Jun Residence."

So it was that damn wastrel from the Jun family! No wonder he was so prodigal! The old man repeatedly agreed, wiping his brow. He was secretly relieved that this spoiled young master, despite his nature, wasn't being unreasonable today. It was best if he figured things out himself, though it was a pity for such a large piece of meteoric iron. Still, a legendary divine weapon like that had yet to be seen under the heavens! Forcing me to refine it for him would be killing me!

Watching Jun Xie's departing back, the old man muttered to himself: With just that wastrel's skill, he thinks he can forge a saber himself?! If he actually manages to refine it, this old man will stop walking on his feet and start walking on his... rear end!