"I am not just some nobody in Dongzhou, not worth mentioning," Gu Changqing said nonchalantly.

"How is this possible? How could someone as unknown as you have such terrifying cultivation, easily crushing me? I am at least a third-level Immortal Emperor!" The white-haired craftsman looked incredulous.

"I wonder what your cultivation level is?" Before Gu Changqing could speak, the white-haired craftsman asked first.

"I am merely a ninth-level Immortal Emperor!" Gu Changqing said casually.

Nine levels of Immortal Emperor?

Holy crap, I never knew it was such an awesome existence.

A super strongman, a super boss, rarely seen throughout history.

The white-haired stylist stared at Gu Changqing in shock and disbelief, and said:

"I've spent my entire life cultivating diligently, and now I've become this neither-male-nor-female, neither-human-nor-ghost, and I've only reached the third level of the Immortal Emperor realm. I wonder how you, sir, so easily broke through to such a high realm?"

"I, Gu, am exceptionally talented. My cultivation progressed rapidly, and before I knew it, I had reached the ninth level of the Immortal Emperor realm," Gu Changqing said with a slight smile, beaming with pride.

The white-haired stylist looked on with envy, involuntarily recalling past moments, his tone becoming gentle and wistful as he spoke:

“My path of cultivation in this life is not as smooth as yours; on the contrary, it is full of twists and turns.”

"Oh, how exactly did you encounter such hardships? I'm very curious too. Why don't you tell me?" Gu Changqing looked curious, as if he was very interested.

"You may not know this, but no matter how hard ordinary people cultivate, it is very difficult to reach my level. Even those with strong abilities and excellent physique can only cultivate to the Immortal Emperor level at most, and cannot go any further. The reason why I was able to cultivate to the third level of Immortal Emperor is not because I am so capable or have such good physique, but because I achieved this by possessing other people's bodies," the white-haired craftsman said earnestly.

"Then what's the benefit of possessing someone else's body? Don't you find it troublesome, needing to adapt back and forth?" Gu Changqing asked with a questioning look.

"It is troublesome, but more than troublesome, I need their bodies. After all, everyone's lifespan is limited. If I haven't successfully possessed someone before my lifespan is almost over, I will have to end my life. But if I succeed in possessing someone, I can continue to live and continue to cultivate. This cycle continues, and I can cultivate endlessly and never die," the white-haired craftsman continued.

"Possession not only increases my lifespan but also rapidly improves my cultivation level—isn't that the best of both worlds? The only drawback is that repeatedly possessing other people's bodies has brought me some backlash. Originally, I was as handsome as Pan An and as elegant as Song Yu, with a refined demeanor and extraordinary temperament. But now my appearance is ugly and vulgar, unbearable to look at. Everyone is afraid of me. I have no choice but to wear a mask to cover myself up, turning into a ghostly figure that is neither human nor ghost, neither male nor female, just getting by." The white-haired sculptor said with some regret.

"I never expected you to have so many unknown secrets. It's quite an eye-opener for me, and I'm quite surprised." Gu Changqing was somewhat taken aback. He hadn't expected this old man to have so many rich experiences, enough to fill a book.

"To be honest, in the entire Central Continent, I have never seen anyone as powerful as you on the surface. Today is the first time I have seen such a person, and I have truly broadened my horizons," said the white-haired craftsman with great honor and utmost respect.

"Now that you know my strength, do you still dare to ask for prices recklessly?" Gu Changqing suddenly became serious and asked earnestly.

The white-haired stylist's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "I dare not, I dare not. I was very rude just now, it was all my fault. How about we set the gemstones for you according to your offer of eight billion?"

"No, I've lowered the price now, I'll only offer 100,000." Gu Changqing said with a cold smile.

Wh...what? One hundred thousand?

The stylist who created the white hair wondered if he had misheard. Holy crap, this is too ridiculous, did he hear that right?

Even when you're haggling, you shouldn't be using such a large cleaver!

"Sir, are you mistaken? Did you say one billion?" Incredulous words came from his mouth.

"You're not mistaken, it's 100,000, 100,000, 100,000." Gu Changqing said loudly and very seriously, repeating it three times in a row.

"But the first floor only costs 100,000, and this is the 99th floor! How can I be priced the same as the first floor? It would lower my status too much. This is too much..." The white-haired stylist said somewhat unwillingly, realizing that he had shot himself in the foot.

"What, you don't want to have the gemstones set for me? Aren't you worried that I might slap you to death? Do you want money or your life? Choose one. I will not interfere with your decision."

Gu Changqing appeared sincere on the surface, but his words were laced with a clear threat.

"You misunderstand, sir. That's not what I meant. Gem setting is not only my specialty, but also my lifelong passion. Even if you were penniless, I would not stand idly by." The white-haired craftsman was panicking inside, but he tried to remain calm and cleverly responded.

"Misunderstanding? Could it be that your sword strike just now was also a misunderstanding? You know perfectly well whether it was a misunderstanding or not." Gu Changqing said coldly.

"Your sword strike just now was powerful enough to destroy everything in the void. If my cultivation level were lower, I would probably have perished here long ago. Now that I've spared your life, you should feel honored. If you hadn't raised the price recklessly, I was planning to pay you 5 billion. But you brought this upon yourself. Blame it on your greed; you're like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. Besides, I didn't say I wouldn't pay. I've already given you enough face," Gu Changqing said seriously.

"Yes, yes, I know I was wrong. Thank you for sparing my life. I will now inlay the gems for you," the white-haired craftsman said, trembling with fear.

"May I ask whether you wish to have the Radiant Stone inlaid on a sword or a knife? Are you carrying a weapon? If not, you may choose whatever you like here, free of charge, consider it a gift," the white-haired craftsman said obsequiously, afraid of offending this powerful figure again.

"While your things are not bad, I don't find them appealing. I have my own weapons." With that, Gu Changqing took out the Thunder God Sword, waved it in front of the white-haired blacksmith, and then handed the sword to him.

Huh, what kind of sword is this? Could it be the legendary Thor's sword?

The moment the sword appeared, the white-haired swordsmith was startled and incredulous.

Having crafted weapons his entire life, he had seen all sorts of fine things, yet he had never seen such a precious sword before. He had only ever seen a picture of it in a tattered ancient book, never actually seen the real thing. The real thing was simply too amazing. Just the wisp of purple-gold light emanating from it was so dazzling that it almost blinded his black pearl dog eyes!