Thinking of Frank Parker's overwhelming presence, and Lily Parker's arrogance and willfulness, without absolute strength, it would be impossible to regain his position in the family. Ryan Bennett absolutely could not endure such humiliation. Without even furrowing his brow, he replied, "Alright!"

Having made up his mind, Ryan Bennett began his cultivation under Frank Foster's guidance.

The Hundred Refinements was an extremely grueling method of forging weapons. The flames in the furnace not only tempered the metal, but also refined the cultivator's soul—the pain was unimaginable!

Inside the small room, Ryan Bennett floated above the furnace, limbs outstretched, his upper body bare, strong muscles gleaming with a golden sheen and covered in sweat. After infusing the furnace with Fire God power, the flames blazed fiercely, scorching both Ryan Bennett's body and soul. Flames danced around him, the Fire God's true energy circulating on its own to protect him.

"Hiss..."

Sweat dripped into the furnace and instantly evaporated, filling the room with intense heat.

Watching Ryan Bennett's focused expression, Frank Foster couldn't help but nod again, secretly amazed—what was this child hiding, what allowed him to willingly endure such painful cultivation?

……

In the blink of an eye, night passed. At dawn, Ryan Bennett floated gently to the ground, a faint firelight flickering across his skin. The Fire God Remnant Scroll's cultivation method seemed to have refined his body. Clenching his fist, he felt a surge of powerful Fire God energy within. Instinctively, Ryan Bennett sensed his level had risen—he had reached the third tier of the Earth level!

Frank Foster's soul had already settled into the furnace. Ryan Bennett called softly, "Frank Foster Grandpa, Frank Foster Grandpa?"

In his mind, a voice sounded: "Ryan Bennett, have you finished cultivating?"

"Yes, where are you?"

"I'm recovering my spiritual power within the seal. You must know, I'm only a soul form—every time I appear, I lose a lot of energy. From now on, you just need to call me in your mind, and I can talk to you."

"Alright, then please continue to rest! By the way, the piece of metal from yesterday has been completely refined. What should I do next?"

"Add in any gems or ores you want, as you see fit. The more precious the materials, the sharper the weapon you forge will be!"

"Okay."

Frank Foster fell back into slumber, but Ryan Bennett wasn't sleepy. He injected more Fire God power into the Divine Dragon Furnace, then left the courtyard and searched his family's warehouse. In the end, he found a broken black gemstone and two pieces of bluestone—just ordinary forging materials.

Returning to his room, he tossed all the materials in, then took out a mold and threw it in as well. After pouring in a large amount of molten metal, he quenched it with water!

"Hiss!"

Thick smoke billowed up, and the mold was instantly destroyed, leaving only a cold, gleaming iron sword in Ryan Bennett's hand. The blade emitted a clear sword hum—this time, Ryan Bennett could clearly feel that this sword was truly different!

"Heh!"

With a low shout, he began to infuse Fire God power into the blade. The sword edge glowed red, a layer of flame flickering on its surface, yet it did not melt. In this way, the sharpness of the weapon was greatly increased—extremely hot and razor-sharp, these became the sword's greatest strengths!

"Emily, come in!"

Outside the door, the delicate concubine walked in and asked, "Young master, what do you need?"

"Bring me a piece of cloth!"

"Yes!"

Soon after, Emily returned. Ryan Bennett took the cloth and wrapped the newly forged sword tightly, held it in his hands, greeted the steward, and left the house.

……

Qinglei Auction House, one of the two largest auction houses in Liangcheng, was packed with people—a crowd of wealthy young men and burly fellows filled the hall.

The items auctioned at Qinglei Auction House were nothing more than two things—

Women.

Weapons.

Chapter 9: The Bright Flame Sword

Qinglei Auction House, the seats were full.

Nobles dressed in fine clothes sat below, commenting on the items on stage.

On the high platform, seven scantily clad women stood in a row, each with a look of utter despair on her face, their eyes devoid of hope. A few of them were fairly attractive.

The auctioneer appeared, rang his bell, and nodded, "These seven Xiongnu women, starting price is ten taels of silver each. You can buy them as maids or concubines, to do with as you please!"

A hint of threat appeared on his face, the meaning clear without words.

The crowd below began to bid, and there were quite a few who wanted to enjoy the exotic allure of foreign women.

……

"Rustle, rustle..."

Soft footsteps sounded from behind—it was Ryan Bennett, holding his new sword. He glanced at the women on stage, frowned, but said nothing. Though he disapproved, what could he do? In this era, this was simply how the world worked.

"Oh, it's the young master of the Ye family. What brings you here?"

A fat man came up to greet him—one of the five managers of Qinglei Auction House, a man with considerable power.

Ryan Bennett held out the long sword and said, "Where's the appraiser? I want to have this weapon appraised and auctioned..."

"Oh? Has Lord Peter Bennett forged another weapon?"

Ryan Bennett didn't answer, and the fat man tactfully didn't press further. He turned and called for an appraiser, saying, "Be thorough—don't let the young master of the Ye family suffer any loss!"