A few days later, the twins sat in their courtyard again.
This time the table was covered with materials.
Small iron pieces.
Low-grade herbs.
Simple tools.
Matthew crushed herbs carefully in a stone bowl.
Michael hammered metal beside him.
Their movements were focused and precise.
Matthew wiped sweat from his forehead.
"If we combine these herbs properly…"
"They should create a basic recovery powder."
Michael nodded.
"And this iron mixture should become a decent dagger."
They had decided on something simple.
If they wanted to cultivate seriously, they needed resources.
Spirit stones.
Herbs.
Materials.
The clan did not provide much to branch families.
So they decided to create their own.
After several hours…
Matthew finished his mixture.
A faint herbal fragrance filled the air.
Michael finished shaping the blade.
The metal glowed faintly with spiritual energy.
They exchanged looks.
"Ready to sell?" Matthew asked.
Michael grinned.
"Let's see if anyone buys."