Ascension

Chapter 17 Tianzi No. [-] Refining Workshop

Mr. Yehan carefully summarized the current harvest.

The foot was not idle, and it took 10 minutes to arrive at the nearest post station.

When I go out today, the most important thing is to meet Tu Long.

This is the mentor he needs to follow in name, no matter how violent this person is in Jia Bangbang's description.

Avoiding seeing is definitely the worst method, it is not worth advocating, and it is even more unnecessary.

"Huh—Zi Liu—Zi Liu—"

Fortunately, this time it is not a big-footed horse, but a galloping snail with faster feet.

As the name suggests, this kind of spirit can maintain a super fast speed once it activates the rush mode.

Its carapace is rather special, it has nothing to do with durability, it is elastic from inside to outside.

Accidentally bumping into a wall or bumping into other roadblocks can act as a buffer.

Most importantly, the running snail has mastered the racial skill "Sudden Brake Slime" and can brake anytime, anywhere.

Similar to the problem of a pink ostrich rampaging and threatening the safety of pedestrians, it is basically impossible for a running snail to happen.

"The passing station "Tianzi No. [-] Refining Workshop" has arrived. Passengers who get off the bus, please remove the protective device and get off in an orderly manner through the door on the left..."

"Pa-ta--" Mr. Yehan undid the safety buckle in seconds, and left the carriage according to the instructions.

When the feet land on the ground, fresh air blows in, and a palace built of blue bricks and jade tiles has a panoramic view.

"It's here, it's here."

Mr. Yehan observed with great interest.

According to Jia Pingpeng's introduction, Tu Long's authority is "Weapon Master".

This authority is the same as Jiang Yongnian's "examiner", which is D-level, which belongs to the middle authority in the true sense.

And all its powers are closely related to forging weapons, such as sensing the temperature of flames, such as identifying the material of metal...

"I don't know how much better the refining process here is compared to the family's refining masters?"

With a little curiosity in his heart, Mr. Yehan showed his personal badge and passed the first gate smoothly.

Soon, twisting and turning along the path, a quiet courtyard suddenly became enlightened.

"Chong!"

In front of the palace, the armored soldier suddenly raised his spear, and his loud voice instantly reached his ears:

"An important place for refining weapons, outsiders are not allowed to visit!"

"This is not where you should come, leave quickly! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Fizz!"

After the words fell, a centipede with a big mouth broke out of the ground.

The ferocious mouthparts were aimed at Lord Yehan, and a group of demons with more than a dozen legs danced wildly, with a fierce breath ready to come out.

"There is only one guard on the surface, and there are three human breaths in the dark, a total of four guards and four spirits..."

Lord Yehan raised his personal badge, and said as if nothing had happened:
"I'm a new teaching assistant."

"Director Jiang Yongnian asked me to work with Master Tu. Today is my first visit. Please inform me."

"What?" The armored soldier couldn't see the expression on his face because he was wearing a helmet.

But he was surprised by what he heard, and he was obviously stunned for a moment, and half of the malicious intent gathered in his body suddenly disintegrated.

"This is my badge, there is no need to fake it."

Lord Yehan raised the evidence in his hand again, and seriously reminded:
"If you can't be the master, please help me find someone who can be the master. Thank you very much."

"Eh..." The soldier stared at the silver-white triangular badge and looked again and again, as if to confirm that he was not dazzled.

After more than ten seconds, he put away the spear and hastily replied:

"Wait, I'll call the other two teaching assistants."

"Please." Lord Yehan shrugged and stayed where he was.

"Wow~~~"

The soldiers guarding the gate are not real combat powers, but "messengers", and the only active power they have is called "messaging".

As a paper crane flew lightly into the window, after about a minute, the sound of steady and powerful footsteps gradually sounded, and the gate of the palace was officially opened.

"You are Lord Han?"

The person who came was a man, about 40 years old, measured by the second tier of longevity, probably just entered middle age.

He is not tall, and his whole body is as thin as a stick, except for a pair of sharp eyes, with a strong sense of scrutiny.

"It's down."

Mr. Yehan clasped his fists and saluted lightly.

The man snorted coldly and couldn't help but sarcastically said:

"I don't know what kind of ecstasy you took to get Director Jiang's approval."

"But I would like to advise you, if you don't have enough rank, no matter who you are or what your status is, you are not qualified to gain a foothold in Canghai Pavilion!"

Mr. Yehan let out an oh, and asked curiously:

"So you are?"

"Sikongwei." The man flicked his sleeves, walked back, and said indifferently:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the heat inside the refining workshop is unbearable, if your little body can't bear it, you can only ask for blessings."

"Is there no special protective clothing?"

Lord Ye Han jumped over the guards and followed Si Kongwei to the inside.

"Your Excellency's fluffy clothes are quite nice, where can I rent them?"

"It's mine, only one."

Sikong Wei didn't turn his head back, his voice became colder and colder:

"Can't you see that my title is "Sewing Master"?Here is a heat resistant suit that I knitted myself! "

Lord Yehan smiled lightly, and said as if nothing had happened:
"Your Excellency has a total of six rows of needles pinned to your chest, gold, silver, copper and iron, thick and thin, long and short, blunt, round and square...a total of 72 needles. I still have this bit of vision."

"It's just that I didn't expect that you would contract a 'hyena rat'. This kind of spirit is not easy to tame. You must have put a lot of thought into it."

"Have you investigated me?" Sikong Wei stopped in his tracks, and suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes full of oppression.

"I'm new here, and I don't have such connections and supernatural powers yet."

Master Ye Han didn't see any timidity, and pouted to the side:
"This little guy is only five or six meters away from me, and he is always lurking in the shadows. If I am a little more alert, it is impossible to turn a blind eye, right?"

"..."

Sikong Wei stopped talking, took a deep look at Mr. Ye Han, and continued walking forward.

After walking about twenty steps, he couldn't hold back after all, and asked abruptly:

"What is your authority? What kind of spirit did you contract?"

"I see you are so young, why are you so weak, it seems that a gust of wind can knock you down."

Mr. Yehan shrugged his shoulders, and said casually:

"Teacher, a very partial authority."

"Specifically, you can refer to instructors, coaches, etc., which are similar to each other."

"As for the spirits," Mr. Yehan walked unhurriedly, without too much turmoil in his tone, "I'm laughing at you, I haven't concluded a formal contract yet."

"That is to say, you are a polished commander, and you don't even have the most basic contracted spirit?"

Sikongwei's nasal voice was suddenly rough, and he didn't dare to say it:

"That's it, you can also become a teaching assistant, and dare to teach students without shame?"

"Do you know how many students there are in the college, their authority, rank, spirits, family background... not to mention teaching assistants, even many formal tutors would feel ashamed?"

"You will become a joke in Canghai Pavilion like this. Is Director Jiang crazy? How could he agree to let you become a teaching assistant..."

"I don't need to bother Your Excellency." Master Yehan didn't care, "There is a priority in learning the truth, and there is a specialization in art. A student doesn't have to be inferior to a teacher, and a teacher doesn't have to be better than a student, that's all."

"You..." Sikong Wei's pupils were shocked, as if he was shocked by these words, he wanted to refute but couldn't find a breakthrough.

At that time, the two had passed through the long corridor and came to a revolving underground staircase.

In the depths of the darkness, blazing flames rise up, the light and shadow seen by the sight are distorted, and the indescribable hotness ignites the body at an extremely fast speed.

"Mr. Han, Master Tu is conducting an important forging experiment."

"I'll give you a chance to watch and gain insight, and let you recognize the reality by the way."

"Remember, after entering, don't touch things that shouldn't be touched."

"There are some inconspicuous little objects whose actual value is beyond your knowledge. If you anger the butcher, no one will protect you, let alone protect you!"

Sikong Wei glared at Mr. Yehan, regardless of whether he listened or not, he strode forward after speaking, and fell into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

The hyena rat who followed him every step of the way made a weird squeaking sound, first bared his teeth at Mr. Yehan, and then disappeared after a threatening meal.

"The hyenas dare to go in?"

Mr. Ye Han had some expectations for his dismount.

As long as it didn't threaten his life, he wouldn't take it to heart.

He was thinking, although Sikong Wei's hyena rat has reached Xiazhao's fetus, Xiaocheng in terms of rank.

But this kind of spirit likes the shade and is afraid of stuffy heat, and dislikes flames by nature, and it is even less likely to stay in an environment with extremely high temperature for a long time.

There is a problem inside...

Is it loaded with additional formations, reserved a safe area, or is there someone else who has the spirit or authority to apply blessings?
Mr. Yehan listed at least thirteen possibilities, looked at the dark stairs in front of him, which looked like a man-eating beast with its bloody mouth open, and continued to descend with steady steps.

"Wow~~~"

At the bottom of the stairs, there is indeed a formation, hazy and dreamy.

Mr. Yehan passed by, just like after being exposed to the sun, he suddenly entered a cool basement. The dryness and heat quickly subsided, and the body temperature quickly returned to normal.

"Are you the new teaching assistant? Yo, you have such fair skin, you look like a woman."

"Such delicate skin and tender meat dare to come to the refining workshop. You think we are too comfortable, so you come here to make trouble?"

"It's not like... You still expect us to assign people to be responsible for your personal safety, right? Whose son is this, why don't you report your name and let me evaluate whether you are worthy or not?"

The yin and yang strange but husky voice rang out every minute and every second.

Lord Yehan stopped, looked straight ahead, and first saw Sikong Wei who was expressionless.

Beside him, stood a shirtless man with his arms folded. He was burly, muscular, and his face was covered with flesh. His fierce eyes seemed to say "don't get close to strangers" and "whoever stands in my way dies".

"Hoohoo!!"

A giant monkey jumped out, holding a huge torch in its right hand, beating its chest with its left hand, and the terrifying high temperature erupted around it, as if it would explode on the spot in the next second.

(End of this chapter)