Forging Hall main hall.

Fan Yezi had half his body sprawled on the table, one foot raised up like a dragonfly touching water.

Jun Changxiao sat beside him, calmly sipping tea.

“Inconceivable!”

“Truly inconceivable!”

After a while, Fan Yezi finally lifted his entire face from the blueprints, then stood in place with his eyes full of shock, retracting his peculiar posture.

As an expert in forging, although he couldn’t read the Mo Wang Tribe’s script, from the structural drawings alone he could discern that this was absolutely a set of excellent battle armor!

“This seat will have the text translated.”

Jun Changxiao put down his teacup and asked, “Do you have confidence in creating it according to the blueprints?”

“…”

After a brief silence, Fan Yezi said seriously, “Sect Master, the battle armor designed in these blueprints must be extraordinary. Without the corresponding materials, I’ll have great difficulty manufacturing it.”

Following a pattern wasn’t a problem at all.

However, right now, just making something that looked the same without being able to display its true capabilities would be a complete waste of time.

“Don’t worry.”

Jun Changxiao said, “That’s my problem, not your problem.”

The meaning was very clear: you just make the equipment according to the blueprints. Leave the materials to me.

So, don’t mock Dogshit for treating the sect like a tool person anymore. Actually, from the moment he inherited the Tiegu Sect, he was the undisputed Tool Person Number One.

“No problem!”

Master Fan picked up his tea and took a sip.

As long as the Sect Master provided the materials, he was quite confident.

“A hundred thousand sets?”

“Pah!”

Fan Yezi spat out his mouthful of tea, then without bothering to wipe it off, stared wide-eyed and said, “The Sect Master wants to make a hundred thousand sets of this battle armor?”

“Correct.”

“…”

Hall Master Fan suddenly felt dizzy.

The birth of a piece of equipment lay in being tempered a thousand times. The battle armor in the blueprints was definitely high-tier, and producing it would probably take a very long time. If he had to make a hundred thousand sets, the rest of his life… would be spent entirely hammering iron and forging!

“Sect Master!”

Fan Yezi said with a bitter face, “I can’t do it alone!”

“Come with this seat.”

Jun Changxiao stood up and led him to the open space behind the hall, waving his hand to produce forging platforms one after another. “With these tools, you should be able to increase forging speed, right?”

Fan Yezi was immediately dumbfounded.

My heavens!

Where did the Sect Master find so many forging platforms for crafting equipment?

As a forging expert, Hall Master Fan hurriedly walked over and examined the forging platforms from a professional perspective, exclaiming in amazement, “Supreme-grade forging facilities!”

Jun Changxiao said, “These forging platforms will remain at Forging Peak. This seat also has many books on forging. Once they’re translated, they’ll be sent over.”

“Excellent!”

Fan Yezi’s eyes burned with passion.

The next day.

With the System tool person’s efforts, the blueprints and forging books were all translated and delivered to the Forging Hall.

Fan Yezi began studying them day and night without rest, completely forgetting that he’d just enjoyed two or three blissful days of rest after finishing the components.

Thank goodness Yao Mengying could control the million-strong Mo Wang Army. Otherwise, our Hall Master Fan would definitely have another major task now: modifying all the battle armor they wore to specifications suitable for the disciples.

…

After arranging Tool Person Number One, Jun Changxiao went to Formation Peak.

“Boy!”

Taixuan Elder frowned. “Nothing good ever comes from your visits!”

What painful understanding.

“Master.”

Jun Changxiao grinned. “This disciple has a good idea. Would you like to hear it?”

“…”

Taixuan Elder asked, “What idea?”

Undeniably, after joining the Wangu Sect, this guy had arranged quite a bit of work for him, but without the former, the Bamboo Mountain Number One couldn’t have been comprehensively improved, much less mass-produced.

As a technical enthusiast with all his thoughts focused on mechs, he naturally preferred to see the products constantly upgraded until they made a great impact in the Upper Realm, because that brought a great sense of achievement!

“Master.”

Jun Changxiao sat down and said, “Our sect has an ancient inherited martial technique called the Soul Tempering Celestial Heaven Art. When cultivated to the extreme, it allows soul projection and soaring through the firmament.”

“…”

Taixuan Elder said impatiently, “I thought your idea was related to mechs.”

Martial arts.

He had no interest.

“It is related.”

Jun Changxiao said, “I plan to have disciples cultivate it. Once they reach the soul projection level, could they use it to pilot the Dark Destruction Gods?”

Upon hearing this, Taixuan Elder’s eyes widened.

Using souls to control mechs—this idea was simply too audacious!

Moreover…

Taixuan Elder frowned. “Since they can control them anyway, why use souls? Aren’t you just taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary?”

Jun Changxiao said, “Souls tempered by the Soul Tempering Celestial Heaven Art are actually similar to clones. Even if destroyed, they won’t cause fatal injuries. What I mean is, letting soul forms operate them, so if they encounter danger in the future, at least it won’t implicate the disciples.”

“That miraculous?” Taixuan Elder was astonished.

Although he didn’t focus on martial arts, he still knew that soul damage was often more serious than physical damage and could even result in complete soul dispersal. What kind of Celestial Heaven Art could actually condense soul clones? It was simply earth-shaking!

“Have you cultivated to the soul projection level?”

“No.”

“…”

Taixuan Elder collapsed. “Then how am I supposed to modify it?”

“Simple.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Modify all the formations inside the mech to be controllable by souls.”

“…”

Taixuan Elder really wanted to kick this guy into his wife’s bed.

Modifying formations to soul control—was that something you just talked about casually? Without several years or decades, without several or dozens of chapters, how could it be modified just like that!

“Master.”

Jun Changxiao stood up and said, “I’ll leave this matter to you. I’m going to handle internal affairs.”

“You…”

Watching that guy pat his butt and leave, Taixuan Elder was furious, but after a moment, he stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Using souls to control mechs seems somewhat interesting.”

Technology could only improve through constant research and innovation, so Jun Changxiao’s idea provided him with a completely new direction of thought.

Ding!

Tool Person Number Two, in position.

…

Medical Hall.

After carefully studying the First Revolution Instant Achievement Pill formula translated by the System, Elder Wei said gravely, “Sect Master, the medicinal ingredients listed here—just from the names, you can tell they’re highly toxic.”

“Can they be grown?” Jun Changxiao asked.

“This…”

Elder Wei fell into brief silence.

He’d always dealt with conventional medicinal ingredients but had never cultivated poisonous substances.

“Should be no problem.”

“However…”

Elder Wei worried, “Sect Master, what do you plan to use these highly toxic medicinal ingredients for after cultivating them?”

“Pills.”

“…No, that’s too dangerous!”

Jun Changxiao didn’t explain. He said a few simple words and left.

Ding!

Tool Person Number Three, in position.

Speaking of poison, he naturally couldn’t forget Miao Saifeng, so Jun Changxiao went to the Poison Refining Hall and took out a copy of the pill formula. “Hall Master Miao, if these medicinal ingredients are refined into pills, is there a way to remove the toxins?”

If the pills were poisonous, just remove the poison. How hard could it be!

“Can’t be removed.”

Miao Saifeng said with certainty.

“…”

Just as Jun Changxiao was feeling disappointed, she added, “However, I can refine a corresponding antidote pill based on the toxins to neutralize them.”

“Really?”

Dogshit immediately had hope again. “Refining the corresponding antidote pill is in your hands.”

Ding!

Tool Person Number Four, in position.

After making all the arrangements, Jun Changxiao returned to Dragon Head Peak.

On the road, he carefully considered whether there was anything from this return from the Mo Wang Domain that hadn’t been delegated. Were there any idle sect members?

Hmm?

At that moment, Dogshit spotted a disciple cleaning a Dark Destruction God mech, so he shouted at the top of his lungs, “Jing Zhixiao, you’ve polished Mech Number Sixty-Six until it’s almost worn through. Why don’t you hurry up and clean the latrine instead!”

“Yes!”