Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 138 How about enthroning the commander-in-chief as the King of Han?
The orange charcoal fire ignited, raising the temperature in the furnace little by little.

Qin Shi Moyu sat cross-legged beside the stove, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, putting aside the messy thoughts in his mind.

Beside him were piles of broken weapons and blades, which were the spoils of war that the war maniac Mo Yu had won at Longhu Mountain. They had just been sent over through the chat group.

The blade was broken, the scales shattered, blood dried on it, emitting a faint aura of evil and a smell of iron.

Why didn't he enjoy the company of the tide demon girl for a while? Why didn't he stay in Zi Lanxuan to catch up on his sleep instead of rushing back?
That's why.

The war maniac Mo Yu demonstrated his value from the very beginning, and the group hero Mo Yu has always tailored his skills for everyone.

And what about Qin Shi Moyu? He knew that his value lay in the art of mechanism.

So when he received the message from Zhan Kuang Mo Yu, although there was no urging or time limit, he still accelerated the work at hand and rushed back to the forging room to forge new armor for Zhan Kuang Mo Yu.

Even for 'yourself', everyone's contribution also has a bill. You can pay on credit or pay later.

But if you don't even have the most basic attitude, a decline in treatment and marginalization are inevitable.

Fortunately, he enjoyed the forging process.

Qin Shimoyu opened his eyes, took a breath, and forced himself to cheer up, scanning the remaining soldiers around him.

The first thing that caught his eye was the exoskeleton armor. The main body of the animal hide was not damaged, but the earthquake-resistant exoskeleton inside was full of cracks. He planned to reconstruct it, but he had to obtain the materials first.

His gaze then shifted to a pile of heavy armor fragments. This set of heavy armor had withstood countless attacks and was used by Zhan Kuang as a carrier to bind souls, but it eventually shattered because it could not contain the violent sword energy.

He picked up a piece of armor, inky energy flowing into it, deeply feeling its structure. The armor was cold, its surface covered with scratches. When his fingertips touched it, he could sense the remnants of a will mixed with fighting spirit, sword energy, and fear.

"It's a good material." Qin Shi Moyu muttered to himself.

No matter which world it is, the essence of the extraordinary is that will interferes with and influences reality.

This pile of scrap iron has been distorted by will, and its material structure is different from the original one.

There are basically two points to judge whether a piece of material is good enough: one is its inherent material and characteristics; the other is the extraordinary will and characteristics it contains.

Although these remnants are broken, they have unique value because they once carried a strong will.

Recasting is a thankless task, especially when melting together multiple extraordinary objects with different wills and material structures.

Normal conventional forging emphasizes purity, and other parts except the main body are almost all impurities with negative bonuses.

And this is what the craftsman has to do, to reduce the negative effects and even find ways to turn them into positive blessings.

For ordinary craftsmen, this is almost impossible to accomplish, and it is already very good to be able to piece together a complete tool.

But for the master, this is also a headache!
"Biographies of Heroes": Gan Jiang and Mo Ye made a sword for the King of Jin, which took them three years to complete.

Refining equipment has always been a very demanding task, even for masters. Higher quality essentially depends on the ultimate control over details.

But none of the equipment given to Zhan Kuang could withstand his harm. Even the magical weapons like the Sword of the Heavenly Sword were destroyed by him.

Qin Shi Moyu looked at the pile of junk and sighed silently. It's not that he couldn't make good things, but the problem was that time simply couldn't keep up with the speed of the Zhan Kuang's replacement.

It took him three years to create a magical weapon, but Zhan Kuang destroyed it in two weeks. What a bullshit!
"How about trying to fool around?" The thought just popped up in his mind and he threw it out of his mind.

It was a harmless joke, but he really wanted to trick himself.

Qin Shi Moyu stroked the armor plates and glanced at the many broken pieces of soldiers. He really couldn't make anything good in a short time.

"Maybe I should change my thinking." He murmured.

If one does not pursue a complete artifact, but only makes it a pendant, and regards the War Madman himself as the main body of the divine weapon, and uses his will as the support, without considering the constraints that the main framework imposes on the wills of the many remaining soldiers...

"Emmm, isn't this a vicious soldier?" Qin Shimoyu thought about Zhan Kuang's situation and laughed, "A vicious soldier is a vicious soldier, anyway, no one is as vicious as him."

With a general direction, the actual operation became easier for him.

He picked out the one with the strongest bloody aura from the remaining soldiers and threw him into the furnace. His temperament became a little similar to that of the hero Mo Yu, and the Qimen Bureau spread with him as the center.

"Time and space are all under my control. This ability is very convenient for refining weapons."

Qin Shi Mo Yu muttered, and the Mo family's energy surged out from his fingertips. He drew runes in the air and hit them into the remnants of the soldiers that were beginning to dissolve, ensuring that the evil spirit would not escape due to melting. At the same time, he initially constructed an energy channel to pave the way for subsequent etching.

In the furnace, blood and iron melted into one, bubbles surged, and there were shrill wails and cries. He had a blank expression on his face, and used the soul-binding talisman to throw the remaining soul of the original owner of the remaining soldier into it.

Sacrifice the soul to bring power!

The fire in the furnace roared high, blood light reflected on the cave wall red, the wails of the remaining soul were swallowed by the flames, and turned into a strong evil spirit that merged into the red molten iron.

Qin Shimoyu's eyes were calm, his fingers sketched in the air, runes flowed like ink light, guiding the will and matter in the molten iron to reorganize.

"Since Zhan Kuang's will is indestructible, all the original means of restriction can be abolished, and even turned into a bolster to enhance his ferocity!"

He picked out the shattered Nine Dragon Beads from the remnants of the army. The nine beads were covered in cracks and lingering with sword energy, and threw them into the furnace. The molten iron churned, and blood and sword energy intertwined, forming a faint, ferocious shadow.

"not enough."

Qin Shimoyu's pupils reflected flames, and the corners of his mouth rose as he pulled out the anti-shock exoskeleton in his inner armor. He could even feel the remnants of the war madness's true energy and the sharp sword intent from it.

Throw it into the furnace to enhance the toughness and spiritual conductivity of the melt.

The twelve exoskeleton steel pillars melted in the flames and blended with the blood iron. The color of the molten liquid gradually darkened, revealing a strange dark red.

Qin Shi Moyu evolved the Five Thunder Talisman at his fingertips, but the Qimen Bureau was still in the Li position, 'Li on top, Zhen on bottom, Fire Thunder Shi Ke'!
The sound of thunder and the raging fire intertwined, stirring in the furnace and breaking up some of the unmelted matter in the melt.

Outside the forging room, the morning mist gradually dissipated.

An unexpected uninvited guest arrived at the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce's base.

"Where is your commander? Tell him to come out and see me!"

Princess Honglian stood at the doorway, her arms folded, her voice clear and brimming with arrogance. "Who is that girl? How dare she so brazenly cause trouble at the entrance of our Chamber of Commerce?" Yan Lingji squinted her eyes as she leaned against an ancient tree, her gaze flickering towards Princess Honglian, a hint of teasing in her tone.

Standing next to him was Mo Bingyi, who was in charge of leading the patrol today. He was wearing black clothes and holding a short sword, with helplessness written on his face.

"That's the King of Han's most favored youngest daughter, Princess Honglian." Mo Bingyi sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache. "Why did this happen to me when I was on duty?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Princess Honglian. Seeing her with her hands on her hips, looking furious, he thought to himself, "What the hell is going on? When did the commander-in-chief provoke this person?"

"Where is Mo Jiayi? The commander-in-chief is busy with this kind of thing, so she should handle it, right?" Yan Lingji asked curiously.

Although she was quite afraid of Mo Jiayi's cold face, in this situation, the first person Yan Lingji thought of besides the commander-in-chief was Mo Jiayi.

"Qin Mo's here, and the boss is meeting him." Mo Bing revealed his mask of pain, his tone filled with helplessness, "Things just happened to happen at the same time, and the commander and she are not here. I've sent someone to notify them, I hope the boss can spare some time."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji raised an eyebrow, glanced towards the depths of the stronghold, and said with a smile, "Then let this girl yell for a while longer." After a pause, she said jokingly, "But then again, why is this little princess looking for the commander-in-chief?"

Mo Bingyi smiled bitterly, "Who knows? I heard that Princess Honglian is just like that. Maybe she's here to cause trouble." He waved his hand to signal several Mo disciples to come forward and whispered, "Calm her down first. Don't let her get too violent, but don't engage in a head-on confrontation with her."

Several disciples nodded and slowly walked towards Princess Honglian, trying to dissuade her, but she just said "Go away" and left them at a loss. The scene was extremely awkward for a moment.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the reception room of the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce was completely different.

The hall is decorated simply yet elegantly, with some fruit plates placed on the sandalwood table.

Mo Jiayi stood beside the table, looking heroic in his black suit. He personally brewed a pot of good tea for the old man in front of him, and the aroma of tea wafted in the air.

However, the old man didn't even look at the teacup. His gaze was firmly drawn to the design drawings on the silk book in his hand, and his cloudy eyes were shining with excitement.

"The foot-operated spinning wheel, the slant loom, the jacquard machine, the reeling machine and the winding machine are all wonderful and great." The old man sighed in a low voice, his skinny fingers stroking the silk book, his eyes wandering between several drawings.

As one of the few master craftsmen of the Xiangli family among Qin Mo, he could conceive the style and function of the finished product in his mind just by looking at the design drawings.

He went over the entire textile process in his mind, his expression of amazement deepening. "Commander Han Mo truly lives up to his reputation as a master craftsman. This improved textile technology will at least double our efficiency." He paused, then spoke excitedly, "If we can bring this technology back to Qin, within three years, our cloth production could double!"

The old man's name was Xiang Li Ze, a top-notch craftsman of the Xiang Li clan. Nearing sixty, his hair whitening, he remained vigorous and energetic. He had devoted his life to the art of mechanical engineering, and his study of Mohist techniques was almost obsessive.

Qin Shimoyu's reputation as a master craftsman had long been known throughout Qinmo. For this transaction, the old man insisted on coming in person despite the hardships and dangers of the journey.

Now seeing this set of textile drawings, he was shocked beyond words, and at the same time, he felt that this trip was worthwhile.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are the four major necessities of life, and clothing ranks first, and this is no joke!

He carefully put the drawings into a black wooden box. A sharp light flashed in Xiang Lize's eyes, and the two Qin Mo disciples with stern faces took a step forward consciously.

These two men were from the Xiangli clan, but they disliked the ways of craftsmen and instead joined the army. They stood out from the Iron Eagle warriors and were known for their superb martial arts, loyalty and reliability.

Xiangli was worried about the old man's safety, so she specially assigned them to guard him.

Xiang Lize handed over the box and said solemnly: "You two should engrave several copies of this set of design drawings and activate all the roads of Qin State in Xinzheng City. No matter the sacrifice or the cost, you must bring this technology back to Qin State!" As he spoke, he took out a bronze tiger talisman from his arms and placed it in the box.

The surface of the tiger talisman was engraved with Qin seal characters, emitting a faint glow and exuding a sense of majesty.

When the two disciples saw the tiger talisman, their pupils suddenly shrank and shock flashed in their eyes.

They held high ranks in the army and were well-versed in the Qin seals, so they believed they had obtained this item.

This tiger talisman was bestowed upon Qin Mo by the King of Qin himself. Holding it, one can mobilize any Qin army that is not in combat. If the king himself is present, it symbolizes the highest authority.

Qin Mo rarely used this tiger talisman, but every time he used it, it brought huge benefits to the Qin State.

Because of this, the authority of this tiger talisman is greater than it was at the beginning, and Qin Mo is more cautious when using it, and will never use it lightly unless it is of vital interest to the country.

When Xiang Lize brought the tiger talisman back to the world, it meant that even if all the Qin people in Xinzheng City were killed, Qin would not give up, but would send a large army to demand it back.

"Yes!" The two men swallowed silently and agreed solemnly.

One of them respectfully held up the box with both hands, and the two figures quickly disappeared outside the reception room, their steps hurried and determined.

Only then did the old man finally have the leisure to pick up the cold tea on the table and savor it carefully, pondering some new technologies in the design drawings that he had never thought of.

Mo Jiayi was no longer surprised. He stood aside and silently poured tea for the old man in front of him.

Qin Mo was like this, and the Xiangli clan's master craftsmen were even more so. Each of them was obsessed with craftsmanship, spending their days in the workshop. Even though each family had beautiful wives and concubines bestowed by the Qin State, they really didn't even bother to go home when they had to fulfill their obligation to continue the family line.

But this doesn't mean they are stupid, they just don't care about many things.

Xiang Li Ze drank a few cups of tea, scratched his head, and asked the question in his heart: "I still can't understand. If the commander-in-chief is unwilling to enter Qin, why would he give this precious item to Qin?"

As for the Luowang stronghold as the object of exchange? Haha, that thing is not even a gift compared to this set of things.

Not to mention a mere Luowang stronghold, even if there were ten of them, Xiang Rize wouldn't even blink an eye in exchange for this set of things. Even if Lu Buwei knew about it, he would only praise the old man for making a good deal.

"I don't know either." Mo Jiayi shook his head, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and said, "The commander only told me that the weather has been cold in recent years, so give the people some more clothes."

Xiang Lizhe fell silent, a hint of emotion in his cloudy eyes, and said with a tone of regret: "Alas, the commander-in-chief clearly knows that Qin is the place where he can best display his talents, but why is he unwilling to come to my Qin?"

After a pause, the old man seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up: "What do you think if I persuade the king to destroy the Kingdom of Han and make the commander-in-chief the King of Han?"

"..." Mo Jiayi's hand holding the teacup froze, and the tea in her mouth almost spit out. She put down the cup and coughed dryly: "Old man, don't say such nonsense."

At this moment, a Han Mo disciple hurried in and whispered, "Master Jia, Princess Honglian is clamoring to see the Grand Commander in front of the Chamber of Commerce, and our people can't persuade her."

Mo Jia frowned, drank the tea in his cup, and said calmly, "Let Yan Lingji handle it. Tell her that if she can't handle it well, she will be punished by copying the Mozi ten times."

The disciple retreated in response. Xiang Rize stared at his back, stroking his white beard, his slightly narrowed eyes revealing a thoughtful look.

Princess Honglian, Princess Yanling

The old man nodded slowly, as if he had figured something out, with a determined look in his eyes.

How could the great commander, a man of extraordinary talent, waste his time in a tiny country like Han? He must recruit this great talent for the Qin State!
(End of this chapter)