I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The Seventh Young Master's treasure trove lived up to its name; it contained things that couldn't be valued in monetary terms.

In any world, treasures and cultivation resources with attributes are extremely precious.

Zhang Yangqing wasn't very interested in these things, after all, he had seen many treasure troves in different supernatural tale worlds, and the things inside were all kinds of things.

He's just here to get what he needs.

Following the repairman's description, Zhang Yangqing found Kou Jin.

Unlike other metals, gold has a cool, silvery sheen that is not glaring but very eye-catching.

It is lighter than iron and harder than copper, and it feels slightly warm in the hand, like holding a stone that has just been exposed to the sun.

Zhang Yangqing weighed it in his hand; the weight and color were right, so this was it.

In addition, Zhang Yangqing also took some metals that he thought were useful.

The metals he chose were very special; they were all metals containing interfering elements.

He picked up a piece of dark purple metal, held it to his ear, and could hear a faint buzzing sound.

He picked up a piece of dark green metal, scratched it with his fingernail, leaving a shallow scratch on the surface, but it quickly healed.

He didn't know what the metals were called, but he knew they were useful.

As for what it was used for, he already knew.

As for whether the Seventh Young Master would find out when he returned, Zhang Yangqing didn't care.

Even if he finds out, how would he know who did it?

So many people come and go in this building—guests, servants, dead men, monsters—anyone could be one of them.

After leaving the treasure vault, Zhang Yangqing restored the mechanisms, put the painting back in its place, and adjusted the eyes of the ghost-faced doll back to their original angle.

Then he quickly walked out of the Seventh Young Master's room, closed the door, and the corridor was empty.

He turned the corner of the corridor, took off his bandages and hood, and put them into the melancholy and eerie painting.

Upon arriving at the repairman's workshop, we found it to be small, with shelves against the wall piled high with various tools and parts, and wires, screwdrivers, and semi-finished small devices scattered on a long table.

A repairman is fixing an old radio, and the sparks from the welding torch are particularly glaring in the dim light.

Zhang Yangqing handed over the button, and the repairman took it and stood there stunned.

His hand froze in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the piece of metal, his pupils slightly contracted.

Zhang Yangqing asked, "What's wrong? Did I take the wrong one?"

The repairman looked at him with a complicated expression: "Brother, do you know how valuable this big gold button is?"

His voice was somewhat unsteady, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have.

He was internally screaming: I thought you were going to bring back a little bit of gold for nail creases, but you gave me a huge wad?

That's the size of a fist? How much would that be worth?

He strongly suspected that Zhang Yangqing had stolen the gold buckle.

He didn't need to doubt it; its origin was definitely unknown.

But he dared not ask, dared not inquire; the less he knew, the longer he would live.

To dispel his doubts, Zhang Yangqing casually said, "I have a good relationship with the Seventh Young Master."

The repairman glanced at him, his eyes conveying a clear message: Do you even believe what you're saying?

He shrugged and didn't say anything more.

He doesn't ask what he shouldn't ask, and he doesn't concern himself with what he shouldn't concern himself with; this is the secret to his survival.

Then the repairman began making a jammer.

He first placed the gold-plated metal on the workbench, then used a knife to cut off a piece the size of a fingernail, and wrapped the rest up and set it aside.

He heated the small gold coin over a fire until it glowed red, then picked it up with tongs and repeatedly forged it on an anvil.

Zhang Yangqing watched from the sidelines, secretly learning from the students.

He watched how the repairman's fingers gripped the pliers, where he placed the small pieces of metal to forge, and when he soldered the small parts of the jammer. He didn't say anything, but he memorized every detail.

Not long after, the repairman used the metal to make a jammer with a button. It was palm-sized, had a black casing, and a red button on one side. When pressed, it made a faint electrical sound.

He tried it a few times to make sure it worked, and then handed it to Zhang Yangqing.

Zhang Yangqing took the jammer and said, "Keep the rest of the gold as payment."

The repairman quickly waved his hand and pushed the remaining gold ingot back: "No, this thing is too valuable, I dare not accept it. And don't tell me that I made this jammer for you."

Just kidding, the repairman wasn't stupid; he had already guessed that the gold ingot Zhang Yangqing had obtained was of dubious origin.

If the Seventh Young Master investigates, wouldn't he be doomed?
Being able to help Zhang Yangqing with this is already more than enough.

If he takes one more piece, he won't be able to sleep tonight.

Zhang Yangqing didn't press the issue: "Can I borrow your tools?"

The repairman nodded: "Do as you please, but do you know how to use it?"

His tone carried a hint of doubt. These tools weren't for everyone; some required force, others precision, and using them incorrectly could backfire.

Zhang Yangqing said, "I know a little."

He walked to the workbench, picked up the pliers and welding torch that the repairman had just used, and began to operate them himself.

He first cut the special metals into small pieces, and then arranged them according to his own ideas.

The welding speed is fast, each stroke is precise, and the weld joints are smooth and strong, with no excess slag.

Zhang Yangqing also put the skills he "stole" from the repairman into practice, and even did them better.

He didn't need blueprints or measurements at all; every cut was in the perfect place, and every line was carved perfectly.

The repairman was dumbfounded.

Because Zhang Yangqing took out several pieces of special metal and placed them on the workbench.

The repairman was terrified just by seeing those few pieces of metal.

He recognized two of them; they were more valuable than gold buttons and could not be bought on the market, even if you had the money.

The repairman panicked completely. He had only one thought in his mind: Holy crap, this guy definitely stole it! Could it be that the Seventh Young Master's treasure trove has already been emptied by him?
The repairman began to think: Should I go and complain to the Seventh Young Master?
The problem is, given Seventh Young Master's personality, if he finds out I used his gold ingots as props, he won't just not give me a reward, he'll probably punish me too.

The Seventh Young Master won't listen to explanations; he'll only do one thing: turn you into the next bandaged person.

Oh no, oh no, I've been fucking scammed!
Next, Zhang Yangqing started making gloves, something similar to Thanos's gauntlet.

The back of the glove has five inlay slots, each corresponding to a different interference element.

He cut the special metals into suitable shapes and inlaid them into the slots.

The metal and the glove fit together perfectly, with no extra gaps.

The palms and knuckles of the gloves also feature textured patterns that connect to each inlay groove, resembling a complex network.

The reason Zhang Yangqing secretly entered the Seventh Young Master's room instead of making a deal was that he had been planning to use this tool to make himself "relatively invincible".

After learning from the repairman that the jammer could temporarily disable the surveillance system, he began to analyze the jammer's operating principle.

According to the logic of this world, this is a "conflict of access".

A so-called jammer is simply a device that grants special permissions that conflict with the permissions corresponding to that area.

Monitoring devices have their own monitoring permissions, and jammers have their own jamming permissions. When these two permissions collide, a conflict occurs, causing the monitoring to temporarily fail.

At that time, Zhang Yangqing was thinking that since there was a special metal in this world that could open up a domain-like permission area, he could use this permission ability to become invincible.

The glove he designed is a shielding device that can interfere with the effects of mental power, energy, eerie aura, spells, death energy, and so on.

Any energy that gets close to him will be disrupted and rendered ineffective.

He deliberately avoids physical combat, that is, force.

Don't forget, Zhang Yangqing's only advantage is his strength and his combat skills.

As long as he doesn't encounter attacks with supernatural abilities, he's practically invincible! (End of Chapter)