Full-time Creation Master

Five steel warriors, five explosive guns, unleashing their full firepower.

In just five seconds, more than half of the arrogant "mob" who rushed to the front were shot dead.

This was because many rioters, upon hearing the gunshots, immediately dropped to the ground in terror and dared not move.

The Iron Warriors adhered to the principle of "only dealing with the resisters."

They did not continue firing.

Otherwise, the casualties would only be more severe.

On the other side, Guan Ning and Zhang Qiwen, at the moment the gun fired,

They also brought out the same explosive gun as the Iron Warrior, ready for battle.

However, just as they had predicted, these "mobs" from 6 years ago were too "sheep".

They only know how to boast and shout because they have a large number of people.

Once they faced a strong counterattack, they immediately backed down, not giving them any chance to fire freely.

Some people may wonder why Guan Ning and Zhang Qiwen, who are from 6 years in the future, would use the equipment of the Iron Warriors.

In fact, the items, equipment, and even some memories they brought with them, which were far ahead of this era, were gradually erased by the power of time after they traveled through time and space.

Therefore, they obtained special permission from His Majesty the Xia Emperor.

Each person is equipped with a set of Starlight 3 Steel Warrior Armor and a standard-issue explosive gun, ensuring they have sufficient self-defense capabilities in this era.

"Looks like we don't need to lift a finger?"

Zhang Qiwen turned his head and transmitted his voice to Guan Ning,

Although the tone was questioning, it carried a strong sense of certainty.

Magic is a power that exists both 6 years ago and 6 years from now.

Therefore, their magical cultivation and mental strength remained unaffected and remained at their peak.

Only martial arts that have not yet developed to the level of what they were 6 years in the future have been sealed by the power of time and space.

Now they only have their physical attributes left, which is insufficient to unleash the full power of martial arts.

But the technique of transmitting sound is a basic skill that even elementary school students know, so it poses no difficulty for them at all.

Guan Ning nodded slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes, and replied telepathically: "The formation of the trial team was designed with various unforeseen circumstances in mind. For the sake of cost-effectiveness, it should be able to handle at least 90% of crises."

"What we are seeing now is just a riot by a group of savages blinded by outdated customs who dare not truly resist. It is not even a real crisis, so there is no need for us to intervene."

On the high platform, Su Nan and Zhang Yimin remained resolute, showing no sign of emotion.

The villagers who had gathered to watch lay prostrate on the ground, trembling all over.

No one dared to shout anymore, no one dared to plead for mercy.

The scene was deathly silent, with only a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

Their actions proved that the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty are not to be desecrated;

No matter how deeply ingrained bad customs may be, they will eventually be destroyed by justice.

Anyone who attempts to challenge the bottom line of the law will pay a heavy price.

Guan Ning and Zhang Qiwen put away their bomb guns and looked at Su Nan and Zhang Yimin with approval in their eyes.

These two young judges have shed their initial awkwardness, witnessed bloodshed, and truly grown into guardians of the Great Xia Dynasty who can uphold the bottom line and defend justice.

.......

The central art hall of a university in Beijing.

As the core venue of the top university in Yanjing City, this place is decorated with extra grandeur today, exuding the style and elegance of the top university in the Great Xia Dynasty.

Above the dome, a giant holographic projection slowly rotated.

The pale gold Xia Dynasty pattern intertwines with flowing cloud patterns.

Sometimes it switches to silhouettes of young students striving forward.

The gilded words "Da Xia Youth" occasionally appear, their light soft yet dignified.

The surrounding pillars are carved with exquisite jade patterns, and warm white palace lantern-style spotlights hang from the top of the pillars. They collide with the neon lights intertwined in the air, weaving a dazzling light curtain that illuminates the entire hall with shimmering brilliance.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance mixed with the smell of paper and ink.

A stirring and powerful arrangement of traditional ritual music came from the speakers; the melody was strong and resonant, devoid of any fussy or sentimental elements.

It exudes a new era of vigor and confidence, with every note resonating in every corner of the hall.

In the front row of the guest seats, the school's senior officials were dressed in well-fitting dark gray uniforms with small badges of the Great Xia national emblem pinned to their chests, and their expressions were dignified.

Celebrities from all walks of life sat among them, conversing in hushed tones, their gazes occasionally drifting toward the catwalk.

Several foreign "guests" of various skin tones, with blond hair and blue eyes, sat upright to one side, their eyes filled with a sense of inquiry and scrutiny, their fingertips lightly tapping the table, seemingly waiting for this fashion show that was touted as "showcasing the style of the youth of Great Xia".

The dozen or so rows of seats in the back were already packed with students.

Most of them had managed to get their tickets through a lot of effort, clutching their tickets with the permitted logo in their hands, their faces full of anticipation and excitement.

They whispered amongst themselves about the models who were about to appear, their eyes filled with longing for something beautiful.

Everyone knows that students at a certain art academy in Beijing are known for both good looks and talent.

The fill lights on both sides of the runway slowly turned on, and the warm white light focused on the entrance to the runway.

The host wore a well-tailored modern Western-style dress and held a microphone inlaid with shimmering crystals.

He strode quickly to the front of the stage, a warm smile on his face.

The sound, amplified by the speakers, reverberated throughout the venue, so powerful and energetic that it almost cracked.

Holographic projections flowed across the dome, neon lights intertwined to form a dazzling light screen, and rousing background music emanated from the speakers; every detail exuded sophistication and grandeur.

The host, dressed in a sharp suit and holding a microphone, spoke with such passion that his voice almost cracked as it resonated throughout the venue.

"Now approaching us are the most outstanding university students of our Great Xia Dynasty, embodying the collision of tradition and modernity, showcasing the spirit of Great Xia's youth..."

In the front row of the guest seats, school officials and celebrities from all walks of life sat, along with several blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign "guests" with varying expressions.

The students in the back row, a dozen or so, had eyes full of anticipation, hoping to see a stunning fashion show.

Immediately afterwards, a group of models slowly walked onto the catwalk.

Their clothing had no trace of "tradition," instead they regarded tattered clothes as fashion, with torn fabrics, rough edges, and even deliberate patches.

What's even more jarring is their makeup; one by one, they all have the standard "squinty eyes."

In addition to having naturally small eyes, she also uses makeup to deliberately extend the outer corners of her eyes, making them thin and droopy, giving off a sense of "submission" in Western stereotypes.

They all had flat noses, their skin was deliberately painted a sallow yellow, and they had no energy or spirit at all.

They vividly portrayed all the malicious stereotypes that the West holds about Asian communities.

One or two might be accidents.

A whole row of mannequins,

Not a single exception?

.......

An overwhelming sense of discomfort washed over me.

The reactions of the guests in the front row, however, seemed out of place with the general discomfort in the room.

Among them were foreign friends who specifically covered travel expenses and paid exorbitant invitation fees.

Among them were middle-level leaders from the school in charge of arts, as well as several celebrities who pandered to Western aesthetics and deliberately tried to please foreigners. Their brows gradually relaxed, and their previously furrowed brows completely unfurrowed.

A subtle smile slowly crept onto her lips, her eyes even revealing a hint of approval, her gaze towards the runway filled with "satisfaction."

In their view, such makeup and clothing are "in line with international standards" and can win the favor of foreign guests.

Someone discreetly turned their head and gave a fawning smile to the foreign guest beside them.

She nodded slightly, as if showing off her "international" aesthetic, completely disregarding whether her "fashion" would be discussed by the students.

In stark contrast, the students in the back seats instantly erupted in an uproar.

Whispers filled the back corner.

The expectant look in their eyes was instantly replaced by astonishment, confusion, and dissatisfaction.

Some people subconsciously frowned, while others lowered their voices and muttered curses.

Some people clenched their fists, their eyes filled with resentment—this was not the fashion show they had expected at all.

"Have we gone to the wrong place?"

A boy wearing glasses in the back row was clutching the hem of his shirt, leaning slightly forward.

He leaned close to his companion's ear, his voice barely audible, yet overflowing with dissatisfaction and disbelief.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes behind his glasses were full of confusion, and his tone carried a hint of anger: "Is this what you call a beauty?"

"These tattered, crooked clothes and those deliberately elongated, squinty eyes—can they really represent the charm of a young woman from the Great Xia Dynasty?"

His companion's face was extremely pale, his lips twitched slightly, his brows were furrowed, and even his tone was filled with a bewildered gritted teeth:

I was stunned too!

Everyone knows that our school's art department, whether students or models, has always been known for its combination of good looks and charisma.

Anyone could hold their own.

But this time, surprisingly, there wasn't a single normal one; they were all good-looking.

Moreover... this isn't just plain ugly.

It's a deliberate attempt to distort Western stereotypes and make them look ugly; it's disgusting!

"Stop your nonsense, you two!" A sharp and sarcastic voice suddenly rang out.

A girl was sitting not far away, dressed almost identically to the models on the runway, with squinty eyes and tattered clothes.

Her eyes were full of contempt and disdain as she looked at the two boys.

Do you even know what fashion is?

What does it mean to align with international standards?

She crossed her arms and spoke arrogantly.

"Wearing Manchu clothing before was merely to cater to you vermin, to satisfy your own selfish desires!"

"Now that we have foreign guests, we should of course proceed in a formal manner."

We must show our foreign friends our beauty, respect, and obedience…

When she spoke of the word "obedience," her fawning tone was undisguised, and she even spat at the end: "Pah!"

A bunch of ignorant, lowly men!

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