The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 294

You can only buy ordinary small sacred artifacts through Yunfei. If you want a suitable sacred artifact, you have to find the original manufacturer.

After exchanging information and getting to know each other, Feng Ying added all of them to her contacts. "My name is Feng Ying, and I am Su Ninglong's assistant. You can contact me if you need anything."

"We'll definitely keep in touch."

After exchanging polite contact information, the area around Su Ninglong finally quieted down.

The tea had gone cold, so Lei Qingya had no choice but to brew another pot. The clear tea slowly flowed from the spout into the thermos.

No one felt it was a waste because of the down-to-earth approach; in fact, some people even came to ask for a drink.

Su Ninglong glanced at Feng Ying, who smiled and took out a small package of tea leaves, brewing them herself.

"If you take both me and Feng Ying with you, what will happen to the manor?" Lei Qingya muttered under his breath.

Su Ninglong remained calm, saying, "There's Xiao Luling and Xueheng."

"We're not afraid of others breaking into our weapon-refining room."

Su Ninglong continued to smile without answering. Someone was bound to break in, and whether they could get out was anyone's guess.

"Only when we are all absent can we give others a chance!"

Lei Qingya: "..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Ninglong sensed that someone had activated the array in the weapon-refining room, and shook her head with amusement.

Honestly, I can't wait.

Those people had long wanted to know how weapon crafting worked, but instead of studying how to master the technology, they took the shortcut of stealing. They deserved their misfortune.

The Deer Cry Ladder happened to be open, allowing many outsiders to enter the manor.

Su Ninglong once held a book about weapon crafting and read it in front of others.

In the eyes of others, since there are books, there must be a way to learn weapon crafting.

Star Alliance didn't want to be abandoned, so they had to take a gamble.

Lei Qingya: "Aren't you afraid they'll actually master the technology?"

"Books are not the key to inheritance in the eyes of cultivators. Culture and people are the key. Even if they read books until they are worn out, they still won't understand them."

Classical Chinese was a real headache for Su Ninglong when she first started learning it, but it aligns with the art of weapon crafting, which is "more easily understood than explained."

The books placed in the weapon-refining room contain the most profound knowledge, with a single word having multiple meanings.

Without living in the atmosphere of the cultivation world, it's impossible to understand what this means.

Lei Qingya understood that whether it was cultivation or weapon forging, without a master to guide her, she wouldn't even be able to get started.

The thieves had been under surveillance for a long time, but they were completely unaware of it. They were smug and thought that Su Ninglong's weapon-refining room was nothing special and not as difficult to break into as they had imagined.

"These are the books, right?"

The two entered together and immediately spotted their target item.

The two of them were hired by the Star Alliance from other star systems and were unaware of the tragic fate of the intruders. Their repeated attempts to probe the intruders all ended in failure.

Just then, Su Ninglong, Lei Qingya, and Feng Ying all left.

Those who have witnessed the benefits of the Deer Cry Ladder are eager to try it, believing that as long as they know how to forge weapons, they can recreate the Deer Cry Forest.

What kind of script is this?

“籩、爻、敕…” Just looking at these pictorial characters, they realized that things were not so simple.

It's unclear whether the Star Alliance actually needs these books. Are they going to take them all? There are at least tens of thousands of books here; surely they can't all be books for weapon crafting.

They were actually right, but they just didn't want to believe it.

At first, Lei Qingya and Feng Ying didn't want to believe it, but the truth was just that absurd. Refining weapons required mastery of materials science, array formation, runes, physics, spiritual energy application, and many other disciplines, totaling more than twenty.

If everyone could become a weapon refiner like Su Ninglong, she wouldn't be able to make money.

It is precisely because good weapon refiners are so rare that her skills are so precious.

"Should we get a few books for people to study first, and then come back?"

"That's fine too, you pick a few, and I'll pick a few."

They discussed it briefly and then got to work, eventually leaving the weapon-refining room together.

Stretching, she thought, "The air here is so comfortable. Su Ninglong really knows how to enjoy herself."

"We'll be able to enjoy it too in the future." These words, tinged with deeper meaning, suggested that success was in sight.

As they walked towards the door, they gradually realized something was wrong.

"We've been walking for about ten minutes."

"You could have easily walked out with just one superpower."

"But the door was right in front of them, yet they couldn't get out."

They tried to go back, and sure enough, they returned to the weapon-refining room. Then they chose another direction to leave, but the result was the same; they couldn't get out no matter what they did.

What's so hard to understand? The two tried putting the book on the ground, away from themselves.

Before long, they arrived at the gate as they had hoped.

"Hello, who are you? Have you registered? The Deer Cry Ladder isn't in this direction."

Meeting the sharp eyes of the old man in the security room, they smiled awkwardly, "Yes, yes, we've gone the wrong way."

"It's okay to take the wrong path, but you can't steal anything. Everything here has an owner, and you can't pick even a single flower."

Hearing the security guard's calm warning, the two were momentarily curious, "Not even a single flower? Why?"

"What else could it be? It has an owner, an owner, an owner. Even if you take it, you can't get out." The security guard took a sip of tea. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. If you take even a single blade of grass without the owner's permission, you won't be able to leave the gate."

Two people: "..."

What's the point of having a security guard here at Suninglong? Is it just for show?
They would never have imagined that the security guard's role was simply to provide the manor with a quick-witted old man, someone who could handle things that Ge Wei couldn't do himself.

The security guard was the kind of middle-aged man who believed in the power of having many skills, but despite his extensive knowledge, he had not received any formal training.

His satire is so sharp and incisive that it can often leave people speechless and internally wounded.

The old man cherishes his current job and generally avoids getting angry and swearing unless absolutely necessary. After all, Su Ninglong invited him back to keep the household in order, not to offend people unnecessarily.

The two had no choice but to sneak back into the manor to retrieve the book they had just brought out, but when they turned around, they found that the book was gone.

Upon entering the weapon-refining room, I saw the books that had been taken back onto the bookshelf.

They were terrified, as if they had seen a ghost.

Repeating what they just did, just as the security guard said, they can't take anything away from here. Even a little bit of mud on the soles of their shoes is unacceptable.

The two of them really couldn't figure out how to take the book out, and after two days of struggling, they submitted a report.

Then, the Star Alliance demanded that they record the conversation and bring it out for review.
As a result, the recorded video was blurry, indicating that recording was impossible in the heavily polluted area.

Finally, having no other choice, the Star Alliance sent a scholar to lead the people in so they could study directly inside.

Because they felt the risk was too great, they were unwilling and demanded a higher price.

The Star Alliance, however, believed that since they had signed the contract, they were subordinates and had the right to order them around at will. After arguing back and forth for several days, it was finally confirmed.

As for the fact that the scholars were captured by Qi Shen and Xue Wancheng before they could even understand the writing system, that's another story.

The weapon-refining room is currently drawing away most of the Star Glory Alliance's attention, making it a perfect opportunity to cause trouble.

Xue Wancheng led Ji Chengyi to capture Bai Xuan, and Principal Yan applied for the modification of some of the Secret Orders. Without the interference of the Star Glory Alliance, the suggestion was quickly approved.

Su Ninglong kept her achievements and fame hidden.

What does it matter if we suffer a temporary humiliation? We are just waiting for the opponent to make a mistake. Once they make a mistake, they will make one mistake after another.

Unless the Star Alliance can have someone like Qi Shen step forward to keep things in check.

Otherwise, the enemy who senses their presence will surely take advantage of their misfortune, and even the Hara Watari family will be unable to save them.

The Greenscale people's home planet is farther than the Ghost Star because it was developed earlier and the travel time is shorter.

Before Suning Long's back and waist ached, the starship docked properly.

The Greenscale people's homeland is called the Land of Gods by them. All retired Greenscale people must return to this land, and their ashes must be scattered here after they die.

Having heard Sally's descriptions of the land of the gods so many times, everyone assumed it was a vast place, teeming with cattle and sheep.

It wasn't until they were covered in sand and their faces were scratched by the sand that they understood the purpose of the scales on the Greenscale Man's cheeks.

"We can't go to the hotel yet; we need to wait for further notice at the Xinghang Building." Yun Fei went to inquire about the situation and told them that the sandstorm wouldn't stop anytime soon.

Sandstorms are no joke; even the most advanced mechs could be reduced to scrap metal if they went in.

In the vast yellow sand, there are dangers beyond just sand and gravel.

Su Ninglong casually held a book and read it. The cover read "Sasha's Love Story," recommended by Zou Shuyi. The female protagonist lived a very ordinary life, so ordinary that she was willing to believe in love even after experiencing five scumbag boyfriends.

Shen Zhaoming glanced at the contents of the book and asked suspiciously, "You like reading this type of book?"

“I read all kinds of books. But this one was recommended by my wife, Ms. Zou.” Su Ninglong didn’t understand what she meant. The characters in the book weren’t artificially made less intelligent; they were just too real.

In reality, even a two-hundred-year-old person can still believe in love, let alone the female protagonist in the story, who was only in her thirties at the end.

"But I don't know why Ms. Zou recommended it to me. I just can't relate to it. The female protagonist always tries to do things in a way that she can't do anything well. She's liked by all sorts of handsome men, but she feels troubled by it, even though they haven't bothered her, they've just expressed their feelings. She looks like she's caught in a dilemma and regrets her actions. It's so strange."

Lena chuckled, "It's not surprising. Shuyi just told you not to trust men, but to have hope for love."

Su Ninglong: "Isn't it contradictory?"

"There's no contradiction. If you like handsome guys, then experience the bitterness of love with a handsome guy. Once you're tired of the bitterness, move on to the next one and taste the sweetness of love."

Everyone: "..."

As expected of you, Dr. Xiao Ai.

Su Ninglong fell into deep thought. Was that what Zou Shuyi meant? Or was it more likely that she was warning her to be wary of a wolf in sheep's clothing?

The arrival of the sandstorm was unexpected for the team, and the group huddled together inside the Starship Building.

The Stargate was built low, and the only way to get to the space station was through a small stargate.

Even so, everyone still felt that the building seemed to be shaking.

The tourists and businesspeople all looked terrified, but the local Green Lin people remained calm. Even Xin Yi asked Sally, "Aren't you afraid?"

"We people here believe in going with the flow. A sandstorm like this is something that ordinary people can't withstand. We've already hidden in the safest place on this planet. If fate wants us to die, we can't resist it, so we can only accept it peacefully."

"We Greenscale people are not afraid of death; we are the bravest in the entire universe," Sally boasted, highlighting her racial advantage. If it weren't for the fact that the Greenscale people are not easily able to sense ominous auras, they would already be a mainstay of the Star Alliance.

"When one person is not afraid of death, that's called brave. When no one is afraid of death, that's called brainless." Lian Xinyi's words earned her a beating from Sally.

Su Ninglong and her entourage were dressed and acted with unusual flair, so no one dared to disturb them inside the Starship Building. Anyone who tried to tactlessly approached them was stopped and refused by their assistants.

It wasn't until three hours later that the group officially set off on their journey.

There were no hotels near the ruins, so they had to stay in the nearest town.

It's less of a town and more of a small village with fewer than 300 people.

When they arrived, the town mayor who greeted them was only wearing trousers, his upper body bare, covered with white line patterns, exuding an exotic and mysterious aura.

"You've finally arrived, welcome." The mayor's smile didn't reach his eyes; it was perfunctory and tinged with disdain.

Yun Fei stepped forward and bowed in the manner of a Greenscale Man, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Mayor."

The mayor's gaze swept across the crowd, and he spotted some Greenscale people who looked somewhat familiar. He immediately asked curiously, "Who is that?"

"Hello, Grandpa Mayor, I am Sally, the niece of the priestess of the Sha tribe."

The town mayor looked her up and down and indeed she did resemble the priest of the Sand Tribe somewhat.

"How did you end up in the Spirit Master team?"

"Why can't I be here?" Sally was confused. The mayor was so rude. He used to be all smiles and act like a kind old man.

What's wrong with her today? She became a spiritualist not just a day or two ago; everyone in the clan knows they've supported her education. Even if others don't know, how could the town mayor not?

The town mayor really didn't know whether the Greenscale people were doing well or not outside. Almost all of them relied on business acumen, and very few became outstanding spiritual practitioners to "bring glory to their ancestors."

"You..." In front of everyone, the mayor couldn't continue, so he told them indifferently, "I'm sure you all knew the rules and living conditions here before you came. There are no protective barriers in the town, and these houses have no windows except for a metal door. We will not provide you with any daily necessities or food. If you want to buy something, you will have to drive to a place 100 kilometers away to replenish it yourself."

Yun Fei: "We already knew before we set off that we had brought enough supplies, so the mayor doesn't need to worry about that."

The mayor's vertical pupils, which resembled those of a beast, revealed a hint of speechlessness: Do I look like I'm worried about you?

Given that it would be troublesome for them to die here, the mayor said, "If something happens to you and you can't resolve it, you can come to the tribe's shaman."

A few dismissive laughs came from the back of the group, seemingly mocking a doctor from a backward little town for what problems he could possibly solve.

Not only did the team consist of four doctors, but the treatment pods were also brought in advance by the military.

Sally turned her head in displeasure, wanting to find out who had made the disrespectful laugh.

Those who had been laughing at others immediately quieted down. Sally turned back, and they exchanged knowing glances.

That's true, this is Greenscale people's territory, there's no need to cause trouble.

The mayor didn't seem to care. "Please follow me." He pointed to a dozen or so drab houses. "These are your accommodations, and also the only 'hotel' in town. There are wooden beds and chairs inside. As for the rest, you'll have to make your own arrangements."