It's not that it's impossible to find. For example, an extremely precious mineral, after being refined from trillions of tons, can yield a high concentration of crystals capable of containing spiritual energy.

The Crown Prince's sword was made in this way, but don't forget how much it cost!

Tens of thousands of star systems!

The Milky Way contains approximately 400 billion stars, but not the entire galaxy is under the control of the Galactic Empire: otherwise, what would be the point of the expeditionary force?

The Galactic Empire is merely the most powerful of the many nations in the galaxy, surrounded by numerous smaller, vassal states.

The price of star systems is highly variable.

Some galaxies are resource-scarce and have harsh environments, making it impossible for life to survive, so they are very cheap;

Some star systems have many resource-rich planets, or even planets suitable for life, and those star systems are expensive.

The Crown Prince's sword was certainly not a cheap one.

It's not that the nation couldn't produce a few of these weapons, but their cost limits their widespread adoption throughout the army.

The Feng family is a top-tier aristocratic family, and they also possess a crudely made small knife inlaid with crystals. It is nothing compared to the one the Crown Prince possesses, but it is already the Feng family's most prized possession.

Steward Li Wen felt his hands trembling. He didn't know how much spiritual power the Crown Prince's sword could contain, but the dagger in his hand had already exceeded the limit of his imagination in terms of amplifying spiritual power.

—If a C- can unleash the power of a B-, then if a B-level expert were to obtain it, would they be comparable to an A-level expert?

What if it's S-class, or even higher?!

"...Did you refine this? What's your price?"

Steward Li Wen's voice was husky as he stared nervously at Tong Su.

“Now that you’ve discovered the dagger’s characteristics, you should be able to guess its price.” Tong Su took the dagger and said, “However, I don’t sell daggers like this.”

Manager Li Wen's eyes were fixed on the dagger, and he instinctively pleaded, "Our merchant ship belongs to the Wind Sky Merchant Guild, headquartered in the Feng family. As long as you name your price, we will definitely buy it—"

Tong Su smiled faintly, her fingers tracing the patterns on the dagger: "You haven't grasped my key point: it's not that this dagger is mine, but rather that I crafted this kind of dagger."

Steward Leven was suddenly jolted and almost jumped up.

That's it! She crafted the dagger; if she can make one, she can make many more!

If the forging method weren't just applied to daggers, but also to ammunition, firing bullets imbued with the mental power of a super-strong individual, wouldn't that be—

Manager Leven dared not even think about it. He was just an ordinary merchant ship manager. If these things were leaked, they would cause a huge upheaval in the universe!

In a raging storm capable of affecting the entire structure of the universe, let alone him, even the Wind Sky Merchant Guild, the entire Feng family, and even the Galactic Empire—might not be able to escape unscathed…

He glared at his subordinate, who understood his intentions and immediately swore, "Steward, I will absolutely not reveal anything that happened today. I can use my mental power to sign a contract!"

In this day and age, the restraining effect of contracts has become even stronger. Mental contracts come with varying penalties, the most serious of which, once violated, will destroy a person's entire mental power and erase their consciousness.

In other words, brain death.

Seeing through Steward Li Wen's concerns at a glance, Tong Su almost burst out laughing inside. On the surface, she maintained her mysterious demeanor as a hermit, speaking in a profound and unfathomable tone to rebuke him.

"Don't overthink it. This dagger can hold so much spiritual energy, but future weapons may not be able to."