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"Master Gongshu, just do it."

Fu Xuan noticed Lu Ze's predicament and spoke up to help him.

She tugged at Lu Ze's sleeve, leaned close to his ear, and lowered her voice, as if a couple were whispering secrets to each other.

"It's alright. I've worked at the Taipusi for almost a hundred years, and I haven't spent much of my salary. It's more than enough to customize a flying sword."

To reassure Lu Ze, she even revealed her length of service. After saying that, she withdrew her hand, giving him a look that said, "Don't underestimate me."

Lu Ze looked at her profile, feeling both helpless and amused.

A hundred years' worth of wages, converted into the salary of a patrolman, would amount to countless zeros; he estimated he couldn't even count them all.

Has he hooked up with a rich woman?

Avoid taking a hundred years of detours.

He took a deep breath and stopped arguing. Since Fu Xuan had already put it that way, it would be pretentious to refuse again.

He turned to Master Gongshu and explained his situation and his needs for the sword one by one.

The sword should be powered by spiritual energy, have the mobility to fly, and ideally be sharp enough to handle high-intensity combat.

Master Gongshu listened and nodded, while quickly scribbling on the back of the drawing with a charcoal pencil in his hand.

After Lu Ze finished speaking, he clipped the charcoal pencil to his ear and grinned.

"Oh... special energy activation? Show me how."

Lu Ze didn't hold back and directly gathered his cultivated true energy into his palm.

Master Gongshu leaned closer to take a look, and even reached out to touch the condensed true energy in Lu Ze's palm.

It can only be said that they are truly worthy of being called Xianzhou people. They are highly skilled and daring. If it were an ordinary person's hand, they would probably have lost a layer of skin.

"It's a very common form of energy, and it's not difficult to adapt to it."

After verifying the characteristics of Lu Ze's true qi, Master Gongshu added a few strokes to the blueprint.

"And if you want to be able to step on it and fly on the sword, you'll need to install an electromagnetic rectifier to isolate the airflow, and then add an accelerator so you can experience the feeling of breaking the sound barrier."

"Incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud? That's too easy. Just add a plasma cutting device, and it'll be able to slice through iron, even destroy ships. Finally..."

He stroked his chin, a fervent glint in his piercing eyes, a glint of the fervor characteristic of an old craftsman.

"I'll install a smart AI on you personally. That way, even if you don't know how to use a sword, you can perform hundreds of sword techniques, and even throw them out of your hand, letting the sword strike on its own."

Lu Ze's eyelids twitched as he listened.

Each configuration list alone would take this college student, who had just come from Earth, quite a while to digest.

A smart AI flying sword powered by special energy can fight on its own, break the sound barrier, and even slay ships with plasma—in the world of cultivation, wouldn't that be a divine artifact with a sword spirit?

In those great cultivation worlds, this level of divine weapon would be enough to make sects across the entire continent fight tooth and nail for it.

But then I thought about it again, and those so-called extraterrestrial meteorites and rare materials in the cultivation world are probably just a handful at the Craftsmanship Bureau, sold by weight.

After all, the technological gap in materials science is there, so there's nothing surprising about it.

Master Gongshu recorded all the requirements and wrote a final note on the drawing. Then, he stretched out his large, fan-like hand and patted Lu Ze heavily on the shoulder.

"I will forge you a fine sword with all my might! Come back in seven days to collect it!"

Lu Ze was almost knocked to the ground by him.

Fortunately, Master Gongshu slapped his uninjured shoulder; otherwise, he would have had to go to the Pill Refining Department to report to Bailu again.

By the time the two left the factory, the sun was high in the sky.

Lu Ze and Fu Xuan walked side by side on their way home, casting two shadows on the bluestone slabs, one long and slender, the other thin, overlapping at their feet.