In the hall of the foundry hall.
Fan Yezi leaned half of his body on the table and lifted one leg up like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Jun Changxiao sat next to him and sipped his tea.
"Unbelievable!"
"It's really unbelievable!"
After a while, Fan Yezi finally moved his entire face away from the drawing. Then, with a look of shock, he withdrew his strange posture and stood in place.
As an expert in foundry, although he couldn't understand the Mowang language, he could tell from the drawing that this was definitely an excellent armor!
"I will translate the text."
Jun Changxiao put down his teacup and said, "Do you have the confidence to create it according to the drawing?"
"…"
Fan Yezi was silent for a while and said seriously, "Patriarch, the armor designed by this drawing must be extraordinary. If I don't have the corresponding materials, it will be difficult for me to make it."
There was no problem to draw according to the drawing.
However, if he just made it according to the drawing and couldn't show the real ability, it would be a complete waste of time.
"Don't worry."
Jun Changxiao said, "This is my problem, not yours."
The meaning was obvious. You are responsible for making the armor according to the drawing and leave the materials to me.
So, don't mock Gou Sheng for using the sect as a tool. In fact, since he inherited the Iron Bone, he was the tool.
"No problem!"
Master Fan took a sip of his tea.
As long as the Patriarch provided the materials, he was still very confident.
"What about 100,000 sets?"
"Pfft!"
Fan Yezi spat out his tea and didn't bother to wipe it. He stared and said, "The Patriarch wants to make 100,000 sets of armor like this?"
"Yes."
"…"
Hall Master Fan suddenly felt a little dizzy.
The birth of a piece of equipment required a lot of tempering. The level of the armor on the drawing must be high, but it would take a long time to produce. If he made 100,000 sets, he would have to spend the rest of his life … forging!
"Patriarch!"
Fan Yezi said bitterly, "I can't do it alone."
"Follow me."
Jun Changxiao got up and took him to the open space behind the hall. He waved his hand and took out several foundry tables. He said, "With these tools, you should be able to speed up the forging, right?"
Fan Yezi was dumbfounded.
Oh my god!
Where did the Patriarch find so many forging tables for equipment?
After all, Hall Master Fan was an expert in forging. He hurriedly walked over and examined the forging halls from a professional point of view. He exclaimed, "Top-grade forging facilities!"
Jun Changxiao said, "These casting tables will be placed at Foundry Peak. I still have many books on casting. I will send them over once I have translated them."
"Alright!"
Fan Yezi said with a burning gaze.
The next day.
With the hard work of the system's tool, the blueprints and forging books were all translated and sent to the forging hall.
Fan Yezi began to research wholeheartedly, forgetting to eat and sleep. He completely forgot that he had only rested for two to three days after he finished making the parts.
Luckily, Yao Mengying was able to control the million strong Devil Army. Otherwise, Hall Master Fan would definitely have another heavy responsibility, and that was to modify all their battle armors to fit the standards of disciples.
…
After arranging the first tool, Jun Changxiao went to Array Formation Peak.
"Brat!"
The Taixuan old man frowned and said, "You're definitely up to no good!"
What a painful realization.
"Master."
Jun Changxiao grinned and said, "Your disciple has a good idea. Do you want to hear it?"
"…"
The Taixuan old man asked, "What idea?"
Undeniably, after joining the Sect of All Times, this guy had arranged a lot of work for him. However, without the former, Bamboo Mountain No. 1 would not have been able to be improved in all aspects, let alone be mass-produced.
As a technical geek, his thoughts were all on the Mech. Naturally, he would be more willing to see the product continuously upgraded until it shone brightly in the Upper Realm. This was because it would give him a great sense of accomplishment!
"Master."
Jun Changxiao sat down and said, "Our sect has an ancient martial art called the Sacred Heavenly Art of Soul Tempering. When cultivated to the extreme, one's soul can leave the body and soar into the sky."
"…"
The Taixuan old man said impatiently, "I thought your idea had something to do with the Mech."
Martial arts.
He was not interested.
"It has something to do with it."
Jun Changxiao said, "I plan to let my disciple cultivate it. When he reaches the level of leaving the body, can he use it to pilot the Diablo?"
Upon hearing this, the Taixuan old man's eyes widened.
Using the soul to pilot the Mech, this was a crazy idea!
Moreover …
The Taixuan old man frowned and said, "Since you can control it, why use the soul? Isn't this superfluous?"
Jun Changxiao said, "The soul tempered by the Sacred Heavenly Art of Soul Tempering is actually similar to a clone. Even if it is destroyed, it will not cause fatal damage. What I mean is to let the soul control it. At least in the future, when you encounter danger, you won't implicate your disciple."
"Is it that magical?" The Taixuan old man was stunned.
Although he did not pay attention to martial arts, he still knew that a setback to the soul was often more serious than a setback to the body. It could even cause the soul to disperse. What Sacred Heavenly Art could condense a soul clone? This was too shocking!
"Have you cultivated to the level of leaving the body?"
"No."
"…"
The Taixuan old man broke down and said, "How do you want me to modify it?"
"Simple."
Jun Changxiao said, "Modify all the formations in the Mech so that it can be controlled by the soul."
"…"
The Taixuan old man really wanted to kick this guy into his wife's bed.
Modifying the formations to control the soul was not something that could be done just by opening his mouth. Without a few years or decades, without a few chapters or dozens of chapters, how could it be modified so easily?
"Master."
Jun Changxiao got up and said, "I'll leave this matter to you. I'm going to deal with the internal affairs."
"You …"
Seeing that guy leave, the Taixuan old man was angry. But after a while, he touched his chin and thought, "It seems a little interesting to use the soul to control the Mech."
Technology could only be improved through continuous research and innovation, so Jun Changxiao's idea provided him with a new way of thinking.
Ding!
The second tool was in place.
…
In the medical hall.
Elder Wei carefully studied the one rotation speed pill formula translated by the system and said solemnly, "Patriarch, the herbs listed here are highly toxic just by the name."
"Can you grow them?" Jun Changxiao asked.
"This …"
Elder Wei fell into a short silence.
He had always dealt with conventional herbs, but he had never grown poisonous herbs before.
"It shouldn't be a problem."
"But …"
Elder Wei said worriedly, "Patriarch, what do you plan to do with these highly toxic herbs?"
"Pills."
"… No, it's too dangerous!"
Jun Changxiao did not explain. He simply said a few words and left.
Ding!
The third tool was in place.
Speaking of poison, naturally, he could not forget Miao Saifeng. So, Jun Changxiao went to the Poison Hall and took out a copy of the pill formula, saying, "Hall Master Miao, if the herbs listed here are refined into pills, is there a way to remove the poison?"
The pills were poisonous. Just remove the poison. It was no big deal!
"It can't be removed."
Miao Saifeng said with certainty.
"…"
Just as Jun Changxiao was disappointed, she added, "But, according to the poison, you can refine the corresponding antidote to remove it."
"Is that so?"
Gou Sheng was suddenly hopeful. He said, "I'll leave the refining of the corresponding antidote to you."
Ding!
The fourth tool was in place.
After making the arrangements, Jun Changxiao returned to Dragon Head Peak.
On the way, he was thinking carefully. Was there anything he had not arranged after returning from Mowang Region? Were there any idle members in the Faction?
Hmm?
At this time, Gou Sheng saw a disciple cleaning Diablo, so he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Jing Shi, this Mech No. 66 is almost ruined by you. Go clean the toilet quickly!"
"Yes!"
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