Enough to Astonish the World

"What do you think you're doing? Huh? What are you up to?" The shopkeeper's assistant snarled as he shoved Mr. Wayne.

Mr. Wayne stumbled back several steps, looking utterly embarrassed.

Grace frowned and called out, "Shopkeeper, it was my idea to have my spirit tool forged here. Mr. Wayne has nothing to do with this."

"Oh, my dear young lady!" The shopkeeper instantly switched to a fawning smile and said to Grace, "You mustn’t fall for his tricks! Let me tell you, this shop hasn’t produced a single piece of mid-grade spirit iron in three whole years! People call him 'Bad Luck Wayne.' Step into this shop and you’ll catch his misfortune. Please, come back with me!"

"No need," Grace replied. "Shopkeeper, you and your men can head back. I’ll open the stone myself and see what’s inside!"

The shopkeeper grumbled, "Miss, I’m telling you the truth. If you don’t believe me, try it yourself! Three thousand taels a piece—I guarantee you’ll toss tens of thousands of silver in here and not even get a bubble!"

"Go ahead!" Grace said to Mr. Wayne.

Mr. Wayne nodded and used his stone-cutting tools to open up the stone chosen by the Antler Serpent.

He scraped out just a tiny bit, and inside, a patch of gray was revealed.

Gray means it’s low-grade spirit iron.

"Pfft!" The shopkeeper burst out laughing. "See? Didn’t I tell you? You’d better come with me!"

Mr. Wayne’s face turned as gray as the stone, limp with defeat. He said, "Miss, you’d better go with him! I’ll buy back this low-grade ore—you just pay me two thousand taels."

Grace glanced at the Antler Serpent.

Are you sure about this?

The Antler Serpent seemed to understand her look. It nodded at her, blinked, and looked super confident.

So Grace said, "Mr. Wayne, you’ve only cut a tiny bit! Keep going."

"Ah! There’s no point in continuing," Mr. Wayne said gloomily. "This shop is cursed, I never get good ore. You should go somewhere else!"

"This ore is mine now. If I say keep going, then keep going," Grace said firmly.

"Alright then." Mr. Wayne continued cutting.

The hard outer dirt gradually fell away. The gray part underneath began to turn white.

"Huh? This ore is really something!" The Lucky Star shopkeeper’s eyes narrowed.

Mr. Wayne’s eyes lit up too, and he sped up, scraping off the hard dirt.

They watched as the Mythril Ore changed from gray to white, then—shockingly—began to turn transparent!

The people from the neighboring Lucky Star shop stared, jaws dropping.

Mr. Wayne was so excited that with every scrape, he cried out, "Ah! It’s transparent!"

"Ah! It’s actually high-grade ore! High-grade!"

"Wow! It’s all high-grade! And the quality keeps getting better!"

"This is a first! My very first time cutting out such a huge chunk of high-grade ore!"

...

Suddenly, he shouted in excitement, "This... this... what is this? Am I seeing things?"

The Lucky Star shopkeeper pointed at the stone and shouted, "There’s a golden glow—gold? Could it be that underneath is Supreme Mythril?"

By now, two-thirds of the stone had been opened.

Only one-third remained.

If that last third is all Supreme Mythril... then this stone would truly shock the world!

It would mean legendary swords like Ganjiang and Moye could be forged from it!

Mr. Wayne’s hands trembled as he carefully kept cutting.

Sure enough, the last third glowed with a mesmerizing golden light, dazzling to the extreme!