Myth Beyond Heaven

After a few hours, the Cloud Dragon Ark approached Iron Will City. It was a metropolis of immense proportions, its walls stretching as far as the eye could see, its towers reaching for the heavens. The city was a testament to the power and prosperity of the Iron Will Realm, a symbol of its dominance in the art of forging.

“This is Iron Will City,” Shi Nansun said, his voice filled with awe. “It is the heart of our realm, the center of our forging industry.”

Yun Lintian gazed upon the city, his eyes scanning its vast expanse. He saw countless workshops, their forges burning brightly, their hammers ringing with a rhythmic clang.

He saw merchants trading rare ores and precious metals, their voices echoing through the bustling streets. He saw cultivators coming and going, their auras radiating power and ambition.

The city was a melting pot of talent and opportunity, a place where blacksmiths could hone their skills, showcase their creations, and find their fortune.

As the Cloud Dragon Ark descended towards the city, Yun Lintian and Shi Nansun were greeted by a wave of activity. Blacksmiths, merchants, and cultivators alike stopped what they were doing to gaze upon the magnificent ark, their eyes filled with curiosity and wonder.

The Cloud Dragon Ark landed in a designated area, its presence causing a stir among the crowd. Yun Lintian and Shi Nansun emerged, and the crowd parted, making way for them.

“Please put the ark away, Young Master Yun,” Shi Nansun whispered. “Also, you must be careful later. There will be a lot of people swarming towards you to offer their services.”

Yun Lintian nodded, understanding the situation. He waved his hand, and the Cloud Dragon Ark vanished, disappearing into his spatial ring. He then stepped into the bustling city alongside Shi Nansun.

As they walked, a surge of people swarmed towards Yun Lintian, their voices a cacophony of offers and inquiries.

“Young Master, I am a master forger! My skills are unmatched!”

“What kind of weapon do you need? I can forge anything!”

“Please, Young Master, give me a chance! I will forge you a divine artifact!”

Shi Nansun quickly stepped forward, his voice firm and clear. “Please, everyone, my young master already has a contract with his exclusive blacksmith.”

The crowd’s enthusiasm waned, their faces etched with disappointment. They dispersed, murmuring amongst themselves, their hopes dashed.

Yun Lintian frowned slightly, observing the scene. He could feel the desperation and eagerness in the air, the fierce competition that permeated the city.

Shi Nansun noticed Yun Lintian’s expression and explained, “Young Master Yun, as you can see, the competition here is very fierce. Everyone needs to earn a living. It is a struggle for many.”

He paused, his voice filled with a hint of sadness. “I myself was forced to leave the realm because of this. There were simply not enough customers to sustain everyone.”

Yun Lintian nodded, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. “Is it possible to take these blacksmiths away?”

Shi Nansun hesitated, his expression thoughtful. “It is possible, Young Master Yun, but it is very difficult to find someone who wants to leave.”

He paused, his eyes filled with understanding. “These people are still here because they do not want to leave their hometown. They are bound by their roots, their families, their traditions.”

He sighed. “Leaving is not an easy decision.”

Yun Lintian understood. He knew the importance of home, the ties that bound people to their roots. He also knew the desperation that drove people to seek a better life.

“Is there any way to convince them?” Yun Lintian asked, his voice filled with determination.

Shi Nansun looked at Yun Lintian, his eyes filled with respect. “Young Master Yun. You are a kind and generous man. If anyone can convince them, it is you.”

He paused, his voice filled with hope. “Perhaps if they see the prosperity of your home, the peacefulness of your city, they will be willing to follow you.”

Yun Lintian nodded slightly. “Well, let’s buy the materials first.”

“Understood,” Shi Nansun nodded.

He led Yun Lintian through the bustling streets, his voice filled with excitement as he pointed out the various landmarks and points of interest. He showed him the grand Forging Guild, where the most skilled blacksmiths gathered to exchange knowledge and showcase their creations. He showed him the bustling Marketplace, where merchants traded rare ores, precious metals, and exotic materials.

“This is where we will find the materials we need,” Shi Nansun said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “The finest materials from across the realm, and beyond, can be found here.”

He led Yun Lintian towards a massive building, its facade adorned with intricate carvings of hammers and anvils.

“This is the Ironclad Emporium,” he said. “The largest material store in the city. If they don’t have it, it probably doesn’t exist.”

Yun Lintian gazed upon the Ironclad Emporium, its grandeur and scale a testament to the wealth and power of the Iron Will Realm.

“Let’s go in,” Yun Lintian said and walked into the building.

As Yun Lintian and Shi Nansun stepped into the Ironclad Emporium, a vast hall filled with shimmering ores and gleaming metals, Shi Nansun’s expression changed drastically. His eyes widened, and a flicker of fear crossed his face.

Yun Lintian noticed the sudden shift in Shi Nansun’s demeanor and turned to him, his brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

Shi Nansun quickly sent a voice transmission to Yun Lintian’s mind, his voice laced with urgency. “Young Master Yun, those cultivators in white… they are from the Iron Will Sect.”

Yun Lintian’s eyes followed Shi Nansun’s gaze, landing on a group of cultivators clad in pristine white robes. Their auras were sharp and arrogant, their eyes sweeping across the hall with a sense of entitlement.

“The Iron Will Sect?” Yun Lintian asked, his voice calm.

“Yes,” Shi Nansun replied, his voice still low. “They are notorious for their domineering and arrogant attitude. They control many of the material mines in this realm, and they often bully the smaller blacksmiths.”

He paused, his voice filled with concern. “And… and they might try to snatch Qingqing away.”

Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze shifting towards Qingqing, who sat on his shoulder, chewing her candy. He understood Shi Nansun’s concern. True Spirits were rare and highly sought after, their potential immense.

“I understand,” Yun Lintian said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Don’t worry. I will handle it.”

At this moment, their leader, a tall man with a sharp, angular face and a cold, calculating gaze, suddenly looked over and noticed Qingqing. His eyes lit up, a predatory gleam in their depths.

“A True Spirit?”