Yuwen Tuo had no idea that by becoming Ye Wen’s disciple, he was indirectly considered one of "their own" by the high-profile figure, Athena. Had he known, he would likely have been startled, unsure whether to be elated or alarmed—Athena's reputation on Earth was not entirely pristine.

Meanwhile, Ye Wen gave it little thought. He closed his eyes briefly, sensing the just-completed Gold Cloth, then turned and beckoned Yuwen Tuo over.

In truth, ever since Hephaestus finished crafting the Libra Gold Cloth, its dazzling radiance had completely captivated Yuwen Tuo. Although he wasn't entirely fond of the Libra Cloth's design, the mere thought of possessing a Gold Cloth as his armor was something he'd only dreamed of as a child. Who would have imagined this day would actually arrive?

So, when Ye Wen beckoned him, Yuwen Tuo was deeply thrilled. Even the few steps he took felt as if he were floating. He approached and stood there, his heart pounding with excitement.

Then, without any noticeable gesture or incantation from Ye Wen, he simply slapped the Cloth. The Libra Gold Cloth seemed to shatter under the impact of that single palm strike. With a sharp crack, it disintegrated into countless pieces. These fragments instantly transformed into streams of golden light that surged directly toward Yuwen Tuo.

Everyone in the palace was drawn by the spectacle of light. Even Athena, who had been about to speak to Artemis, fell silent, watching the scene unfold. Truthfully, the Gold Cloth, even when worn, possessed an undeniable extravagance, a quality that most pleased Athena; such overwhelmingly opulent gear was exactly to her taste, even if its practicality was slightly diminished—though, in this case, the Libra Cloth's utility was still quite respectable.

The brilliant golden radiance flashed intensely, then subsided, no longer blinding the onlookers. In the hall, the Libra Gold Cloth was gone, replaced by a young man clad in golden armor.

Yuwen Tuo stood still, gazing down at the armor enveloping him and the shields attached to his forearms. When sketching these Cloth schematics, Ye Wen had chosen the design from the Hades chapter of the Twelve Temples, considering that version the most perfect and magnificent. It possessed sharper angles than the older models, better accentuating the wearer's strength, yet its lines were smoother than the later revision.

Because of this choice, both shields of the Libra Cloth were affixed to his forearms, rather than one on the left forearm and one hanging from the shoulder.

Of course, beyond their original function—being extended on chains as projectile weapons—these shields also served a secondary purpose: storing weaponry.

Although Yuwen Tuo was about to learn martial arts from him, who knew if this disciple might favor a specific type of weapon? Moreover, Ye Wen had already concluded that this boy must have some connection to that Thor, the Thunder God—and everyone knew Thor used a hammer...

If he desired other weapons, there was no need for such complexity; the Libra Cloth inherently included a long spear (trident), a sanjiegun, nunchaku, batons, and a sword—more than enough for his use.

Ye Wen sized up Yuwen Tuo, observing his disciple in the golden armor, still radiating a solar-like golden mist. He knew this aura stemmed from the Cosmo inherent within the Cloth itself, not his disciple's power. This meant Yuwen Tuo currently couldn't control the Cloth at all; his ability to wear it was entirely due to Ye Wen’s presence.

"Throw me a punch!"

Yuwen Tuo looked at Ye Wen with confusion. Since donning the armor, he felt a strange dichotomy: a sudden surge of immense power coupled with an unsettling, uncontrollable awkwardness. Simultaneously, the divine power hidden within his flesh seemed to find some release, manifesting partially.

These mixed sensations gave Yuwen Tuo the illusion: he had become much stronger!

Hearing Ye Wen instruct him to punch, he hesitated momentarily. But quickly, he realized that even if he were vastly more powerful, it probably wouldn't impress his master. So, with resolve, he launched a straightforward punch aimed at Ye Wen’s chest—he still dared not aim directly for his master's face.

As expected, halfway through the swing, the punch stopped dead. A finger, not thick—in fact, rather slender—pressed against his fist. This finger, which looked capable of being crushed instantly, felt as unyielding as the hardest substance in the world. No matter how hard Yuwen Tuo strained, he could not advance his fist even a fraction of an inch.

To the onlookers, however, Yuwen Tuo’s entire being blazed with light. He stepped forward, twisting his waist and swinging his arm, launching a straight punch toward Ye Wen brimming with immense force. Judging by its momentum alone, the punch was formidable; it could probably reduce a boulder to dust.

Yet, this powerful strike was effortlessly intercepted by Ye Wen. In stark contrast to Yuwen Tuo's earth-shattering aura and dazzling light effects, Ye Wen merely raised his hand indifferently, extending a single index finger, and caught the punch just like that.

They held this pose for about ten seconds. Yuwen Tuo felt every ounce of his strength drain away. When he tried to punch again, he found the armor felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds; moving became incredibly difficult, filling him with astonishment.

But he quickly recalled the descriptions of the Cloth in the original work and how closely they matched his current predicament. Instantly, he understood what was happening.

"It seems you’ve figured it out!" Ye Wen stood before Yuwen Tuo, clearly seeing the shifting expression on his disciple's face. "Don't think that just because you've donned this Cloth, you can unleash its full power. With your current strength, you aren't capable yet. So, for the next period, you must train diligently!"

"Yes, Master!"

Ye Wen nodded. Although this disciple was a transmigrator, he wasn't idiotic so far; he didn't genuinely believe he was superior to everyone else and showed proper respect to his master. Overall, Ye Wen was rather satisfied. "Very well. For the time being, do not remove this Cloth. Wear it while practicing your skills; it will serve as a form of acclimatization!"

Yuwen Tuo winced at the thought of having to move around carrying the entire suit, but then considered the possibility of gaining superhuman strength, and he let go of his bitterness. "No pain, no gain, right?"

As for whether he could move normally in the armor right now, Ye Wen wasn't worried. The divine power contained within the boy's body had an astonishing effect, constantly tempering his physique. Furthermore, from the force of that one punch, Ye Wen perceived that Yuwen Tuo’s strength far surpassed that of ordinary men—even some cultivators wouldn't easily dare take that punch head-on.

In other words, although Yuwen Tuo appeared mortal and had never undergone formal training, he was fundamentally different from ordinary humans. In the parlance of Olympus, this boy possessed the physique of a demigod, a human carrying a portion of divine power.

Such a being should have no issue moving around while wearing a Gold Cloth, even if that Cloth hadn't yet formally acknowledged him as its master.

In that brief interval, Hephaestus had finished refining Artemis’s two weapons. The Moon Goddess was already beside him, playing with the two brand-new implements, while simultaneously drawing the Stardust Bow to loose an arrow of magical light.

The magical arrow loosed by the Stardust Bow resembled a shooting star, shimmering with brilliant starlight and leaving a long tail, momentarily illuminating the slightly dim hall before vanishing upon impact.

With this bow, Artemis essentially no longer needed to worry about ammunition, and the magical arrows it condensed required no expenditure of her divine power.

At the same time, Artemis was very pleased with the pair of Aetides blades. However, she suspected she wouldn't have many opportunities to use these, preferring the Stardust Bow for combat—she wasn't accustomed to engaging opponents up close. Moreover, Artemis's usual attire was unsuitable for wielding weapons like the Aetides.

After toying with them for a moment, she noticed the gentle luminescence emanating from the blades. Unlike the original green glow, Hephaestus's modification resulted in a soft, pale yellow light, akin to moonlight—gentle and not glaring.

As she held the weapons, a subtle halo seemed to envelop Artemis's fair skin, giving onlookers a slightly hazy impression, adding an extra layer of mystery to the beautiful Moon Goddess.

"Excellent!"

Artemis swung them casually and discovered that although the blades looked large and somewhat blunt, they were surprisingly well-balanced for sweeping and slashing motions. Coupled with their sharpness, they could cleave through nearly anything she intended to cut—a power that greatly satisfied her.

Even if the blades lacked any special abilities, that alone was enough to please Artemis; after all, this was a weapon for close combat, wasn't it?

She brushed her hand over one blade, and the moon-like armlet on her right arm emitted a faint glow. Instantly, both sets of weapons she held vanished. Only then did Ye Wen realize that the armlet on Artemis’s right arm was what she used to store her weapons; he had always assumed it was mere decoration.

Turning to Ye Wen, the smiling Artemis gave him a rare nod. "What you gave me as compensation satisfies me completely. Let the matter rest here!"

Then she turned, leaving behind a beautiful silhouette that slowly faded from view.

Seeing Artemis depart, Athena turned back to Ye Wen, affecting an expression of surprise. "You still haven't managed to 'handle' this woman?"

She was genuinely astonished. Seeing Ye Wen and Artemis return peacefully, and noting how their conversation had become slightly more intimate than the days before, she had assumed the powerful Eastern visitor had conquered the proud woman—after all, a man and woman spending half a month alone on the Aegean Sea, she found it hard to believe nothing had transpired.

But now, she realized with surprise that Ye Wen truly hadn't done anything; otherwise, Artemis would never have left with such a breezy statement and then departed with her head held high and a proud look.

Ye Wen stared gloomily at Athena, completely baffled by what the Goddess of Wisdom was up to. Did she actually wish for him to seduce the Moon Goddess? What benefit would that bring her?

After thinking it over and finding no answer, Ye Wen decided to stop taxing his brain. He returned his attention to Hephaestus continuing his work, slowly completing the remaining Gold Cloths. These eleven suits, placed side by side, emanated a brilliance that made the dim workshop as bright as noon. When all eleven were gathered, they shone like the midday sun, truly impossible to look at directly.

Only Athena stood there, squinting and smiling as she gazed at the eleven artistic masterpieces, sighing, "Truly perfect!"

Ye Wen remained silent. Instead, he turned to leave with Yuwen Tuo. Having flown around the sea like a fool accompanying Artemis for half a month, the first thing he wanted upon returning to Mount Olympus was a good rest.

While the Aegean Sea was beautiful, he wasn't there for a vacation. The past half-month had been taxing—not physically, but mentally. Moreover, engaging consecutively with the Sirens and Poseidon, even without injury, had cost him some energy. He also needed time to properly consider how to handle an opponent like Poseidon should they meet again.

On Mount Olympus, while there weren't many figures as powerful as Poseidon, there were still a few. Adding Apollo, that possessive brother whose strength was not insignificant, Ye Wen realized his life wouldn't be entirely peaceful.

Yuwen Tuo said nothing, following Ye Wen obediently. Surprisingly, Athena trailed behind them.

No one spoke during the journey. The Jade Qilin closed its eyes, allowing Ye Wen to suspend it in the air behind him using the Purple Heaven Net, looking utterly comfortable. With Ye Wen occasionally turning back to feed it elixirs and such, the Qilin’s injuries had significantly healed, and having been cleaned, it was beginning to regain the imposing aura of a divine beast.

However, compared to its strongest state, the emaciated Qilin still looked somewhat pitiful. Yet, Yuwen Tuo enjoyed staying close to the beast. Ye Wen noticed this, guessing his disciple hadn't given up his ambition to claim the Qilin as his mount, a matter Ye Wen was content to let go, seeing no harm in it.

Ye Wen had guessed correctly; all Yuwentuo could think about was himself clad in Gold Cloth, astride his magnificent Jade Qilin, perhaps holding some dominant weapon—just the sheer presence of such an imposing figure would surely intimidate many.

However, the Jade Qilin possessed a mind of its own, and subjugating it as a mount was no easy feat. Yuwentuo could only try his best to get close to the Qilin, hoping to deepen their bond while it was still weak. That way, once it recovered, it probably wouldn't be so focused on leaving. If it stayed, it meant he still had a chance, so he continued striving toward his goal. It wasn't long before Ye Wen returned to the palace he inhabited on Mount Olympus. Upon entering, he half-expected to run into the idle Shen Gongbao, but instead, he only found that black tiger lazily sprawled out, sunbathing. Shen Gongbao, however, had vanished somewhere. “Huh? Is this black tiger Master’s mount?” Yuwentuo noticed the black tiger then. Compared to the somewhat downcast Qilin, this tiger appeared far more imposing, even though it currently looked lethargic, with its eyes half-closed. But the moment it noticed the Jade Qilin, those drowsy eyes snapped wide open. After taking a careful look, it displayed an expression of shock. Immediately, it stood up and let out a howl before pouncing toward the Jade Qilin. Based on its posture, it didn't look like an attack, but rather a joyous leap to embrace an old friend. Ye Wen wasn't surprised. Since Shen Gongbao and Huang Tianhua had both participated in the Investiture of the Gods battle, they naturally knew each other. It was unsurprising, then, that their mounts were acquainted. What was surprising was... as the black tiger lunged, the Jade Qilin looked utterly displeased. It slightly retracted its neck, then sharply tossed its head back. The horn atop its head struck the black tiger’s chin with perfect accuracy, instantly sending the pouncing white-browed tiger flying sideways. It spun several times in mid-air before landing with a thwack against a nearby wall, then slowly slid down to the ground, landing with a muffled thump on its back, staring at the sky. “…” Ye Wen placed the Jade Qilin on the balcony to bask in the sun and left it be. The black tiger, suddenly energetic and acting solicitously, bounced over to the Qilin and promptly found a spot to sit down nearby. Yuwentuo watched in amazement as the two magnificent divine beasts played on the balcony (though in reality, it was just the black tiger circling the Qilin while the Qilin kept its eyes closed, pretending to doze) until Ye Wen remarked, “That tiger belongs to Shen Gongbao!” Yuwentuo instantly grasped the crucial connection. Seeing his disciple understand, Ye Wen wasted no more words and redirected his attention to Athena: “Then, Your Ladyship, what business did you have seeking me out?” Athena regarded Ye Wen for a moment before asking a question that completely caught him off guard: “It seems you truly have no interest in the Goddess of the Moon! In that case, what do you think of me?” Ye Wen, who had been mid-chew, shoving fruit into his mouth, froze, halting the motion. After a long pause, he managed to sputter out a single word: “Huh?”