Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

At Gu Ling'er's command, the entire Jixia Academy sprang into action.

Moments later, hundreds of craftsmen were summoned to a warehouse filled with thunderbolts.

Most of these people had white hair and beards, and the youngest of them were over fifty.

They usually spend their time fiddling with blueprints or hammering away, but now that they've been urgently summoned, they all look puzzled and whisper among themselves.

Inside the warehouse, wooden crates of all sizes were piled up like mountains, stretching from the ground all the way to the roof, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.

Lin Mo stood on the high place and looked around at everyone.

"Gentlemen, the situation is urgent."

"I need you to convert all the mines here into pressure-activated mines before noon, and then transport them to a place thirty miles outside the city to lay minefields."

The moment the words were spoken, the entire warehouse erupted in chaos.

"impossible!"

An old man with a white beard immediately jumped up, puffing out his beard and glaring.

"Young master, you must be joking?"

"Thirty li? Just the round trip would take half a day! Our old bones would fall apart halfway there!"

"Exactly! With so many lightning and fire bombs, even working non-stop, it would take three days and three nights!"

"I twisted my back a few days ago, and I still can't straighten up!"

"My chronic leg pain always flares up on cloudy days, and even though it's sunny today, it still hurts!"

Complaints and grumbles filled the air, and the entire warehouse was as chaotic as a vegetable market.

These usually respected old craftsmen were now complaining and shaking their heads like rattles.

Gu Ling'er looked at the scene and her little face became somewhat serious.

She knew better than anyone how outrageous this task was.

"Husband...is this really going to work? They..."

Gu Ling'er gently tugged at Lin Mo's sleeve and asked with a hint of uncertainty.

Lin Mo did not answer, but just quietly watched the craftsmen.

Neither getting angry nor urging.

Just as the situation was about to get out of control, a faint, sweet fragrance wafted in from the doorway.

Gu Meng'er entered quietly, accompanied by a group of maids carrying food boxes.

The maids opened the food boxes one by one, revealing two completely different kinds of exquisite pastries inside.

One type is the "Dali Jingang Bing" (Powerful Diamond Cake).

The cake was golden brown all over, looked hard, and had a few plump walnuts embedded on the surface.

Another type is 【Chasing the Wind Osmanthus Cake】.

The pastry is crystal clear, like amber, with a few golden osmanthus flowers solidified inside.

Lin Mo gestured to the maids to distribute the pastries to each of the artisans present.

"Everyone, don't rush, eat something to fill your stomachs."

The craftsmen were still complaining, but the aroma had indeed made them a little hungry.

The old craftsman with the most fiery temper, who had just shouted the loudest, was named Old Hammer Wang.

He picked up a piece of "Mighty Vajra Cake" with a suspicious look, weighed it in his hand, and said with a sneer:

"What is this? A stone?"

"Are you trying to break our teeth first, so we can't complain?"

Although he said that, he couldn't resist and took a big bite.

Crunchy.

The biscuit crumbled upon contact, but it wasn't as hard as I expected; instead, it was crispy and sweet.

The next second, Wang Laochui stopped swallowing, his eyes widening like copper bells!

He felt an explosive surge of heat erupt from his stomach and rush to every part of his body!

The feeling was like a furnace suddenly igniting inside my body!

"Hiss—ha—"

Wang Laochui was radiating heat, and his joints, which had been aching from years of hard work, now felt warm and full of energy.

His relaxed muscles visibly began to bulge and tighten!

"Sizzle—"

A sound of clothes ripping rang out!

The drab, gray craftsman's robe that Wang Laochui was wearing was torn apart by his bulging muscles, revealing the sharp, angular muscles underneath!

"Holy crap! Old Hammer, you...you're having a last burst of energy before death!?"

"My god! Those muscles! They're more intimidating than a twenty-year-old's!"

The surrounding artisans were all dumbfounded, their mouths agape, forgetting to eat the pastries in their hands.

Wang Laochui looked down at his brand-new eight-pack abs and was stunned.

He subconsciously looked around, his gaze landing on an anvil used for forging ironware in the corner.

That anvil must weigh at least a hundred pounds.

It usually takes two strong young men to lift it.

At that moment, Wang Laochui strode over, and under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he bent down and grabbed the edge of the anvil with one hand.

"drink!"

Old Wang let out a low roar, his arm muscles bulging and veins standing out.

He lifted the anvil, which weighed over a hundred pounds, over his head with one hand as easily as if it were a large radish!

Without blushing or panting!

The entire audience was instantly stunned.

Meanwhile, another scholar, who looked refined and gentle, named Liu Moxiang, was taking small bites of a piece of "Chasing Wind Osmanthus Cake".

The pastries melt in your mouth, and a sweet, warm sensation flows down your throat.

He felt as if his body had suddenly lost its weight, and his legs were filled with unprecedented strength.

My soles are itchy, and I keep wanting to jump forward.

Curious, he tried lifting his leg and then took a step forward.

Whoosh-!

In an instant, he became a blur, "floating" from one end of the room to the other, and then slammed his forehead against the wall with a "bang."

"Ouch!"

Liu Moxiang stood up, leaning against the wall. She didn't feel any pain; instead, her face was full of disbelief.

He tried running two more steps.

A gray shadow cast several afterimages across the room.

They were moving so fast that you could barely see their figures; all you could hear was the whooshing sound of the wind rushing past your ears.

Now, all the craftsmen went mad.

"Holy crap! Quick! Give me one too!"

"Me too! Old Chen, don't try to take it from me!"

"Damn it! Li the Cripple, why are you running so fast! Leave me a piece of osmanthus cake!"

The old men, who had been so lifeless just moments before, now swarmed forward like a pack of hungry wolves, devouring all the pastries in a whirlwind.

They even licked the crumbs off the plate clean.

For a time, the warehouse was filled with all sorts of exclamations and strange cries.

"Mommy! My back doesn't hurt anymore! I feel like I could punch a bull to death!"

"Hehehe! My legs! My legs can run again! Faster than when I was young!"

"I'm getting energized! I'm bursting with power!"

Lin Mo looked at this group of "super old men" who were like they were on steroids, and cleared his throat with satisfaction.

"Ahem! Master craftsmen, how are you feeling now?"

"interesting!"

Old Wang threw down the anvil with a dull thud, his fist, as big as a clay pot, bulging with muscles.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Lin Mo's voice suddenly rose in pitch, like a thunderclap.

"Time is of the essence, everyone get moving! We'll have lunch thirty miles away!"

"good!!!"

The deafening roar nearly blew the roof off the warehouse.

The next moment, a group of incredibly strong and agile old men carried heavy boxes of landmines.

Like a pack of tigers released from their cages, they roared and charged out of the Jixia Academy, rushing towards the outskirts of the city.

The scene was filled with dust and an overwhelming momentum.

The guards and civilians at the city gate were dumbfounded.

They only saw a group of white-haired old men carrying boxes bigger than themselves, running faster than rabbits, turning into black dots in the blink of an eye and disappearing into the distance.

One of the guards rubbed his eyes hard and asked his companion blankly.

"Am I...am I...seeing a ghost?"