I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

In an instant, all the information about Cheng Laiyun came to mind.

Jade Pivot Giant Elephant... Breakthrough to the Eighth Rank...

The Mysterious Pearl of the Ink Sect...

In just a moment, she sensed that something was amiss.

She raised her head, narrowed her eyes, and murmured softly:

"A fifth-rank martial artist with the same combat strength as me now, how could these few possibly escape with their lives?"

Watch out for theft!

This thought, like a seed growing wildly, appeared in Gao Heyun's mind in an instant, taking root and sprouting...

Others might not know what Xuanzhu was being used for, but how could she not know?

"I heard this matter has alarmed the elders of the Mo Sect, and Elder Xu has personally gone to Qingzhou." A smile appeared on the colleague's face.

"Qingzhou is probably going to have a headache now."

Xu Miaozhen!

Upon hearing this, Gao Heyun suddenly clenched her hands under her sleeves.

With Xu Miaozhen personally taking action, it will be difficult to keep Cheng Laiyun and Xu Jiayin's secret.

After a long silence, she looked up indifferently, her face expressionless, and said to the newcomer:

"I'll take this job."

His colleague was taken aback.

Just as he was about to ask a question, Gao Heyun's figure had already disappeared into the bedroom.

…………

The night was deep.

Xu Jiayin hung up the projector.

My heart is pounding uncontrollably.

Right now, she has only one thought on her mind:

"Oh no, oh no, Master is coming in person..."

"Master will definitely find out..."

Her little mouth couldn't help but chatter as she looked at Cheng Laiyun, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and said:

"It's all your fault."

"What terrible idea did you come up with?"

"As I had thought, I could keep it a secret for a few more days."

Cheng Laiyun slowly opened his eyes, wincing in pain.

That punch I just gave myself was a bit too hard...

He sat up, looked at Xu Jiayin, and said:

"Young Miss, as you originally thought, it's impossible to hide it from her."

"It's nothing more than delaying the exposure of the Xuanzhu Colossus by a few days."

At this point, Cheng Laiyun's face showed a solemn expression:

"This method is somewhat risky."

"But if we succeed, we will never have to worry about being exposed for the rest of our lives."

He raised his hand and gently placed it on Xu Jiayin's delicate shoulder, comforting her:

"Believe me."

"It can be done."

Xu Jiayin moved her lips twice, just about to speak.

But then Cheng Laiyun took out a token from his pocket.

“Eh…”

Cheng Laiyun, feeling the token vibrate, looked at the words on the token and blinked.

Then, a surprising smile curved the corners of his mouth:

"See, the off-field assistance has arrived!"

Flying Letter Order!

It was given to him by Gao Heyun.

When Gao Heyun returned to Beijing, she did not intend to leave.

Ok?

Xu Jiayin was taken aback, then quickly looked down at the token in Cheng Laiyun's hand.

On the token was a sentence that read:

"I am already aware of the matter concerning the Mysterious Pearl."

"Establish Qingzhou, and we will mediate for you."

Just sixteen characters.

For Cheng Laiyun and Xu Jiayin, this is a very powerful boost!

"Sister Gao!" Xu Jiayin's eyes lit up suddenly.

My mind immediately calmed down.

Xu Jiayin glanced at Cheng Laiyun's hand still lingering on her shoulder and glared at him:

"Take your hand away!"

Cheng Laiyun looked innocent:

"What hand? Take what away?"

"I'm just healing your wounds, aren't I?"

As he spoke, he channeled his spiritual energy, slowly transferring it into Xu Jiayin's body...

"Shameless!" Xu Jiayin turned her head to the side, not letting Cheng Laiyun see her slightly flushed face.

The two were inside the carriage.

A pungent, ambiguous smell was brewing...

"Ouch~"

Outside the carriage, Ling Ziyun's weak voice rang out:

"Is anyone there...?"

"Help!"

"Junior Sister Xu, sob sob..."

"Although you're a bit ugly and have a terrible temper... if you just die like this, how am I supposed to explain this to the Ministry of Works...?"

"Oh my! Junior Brother Cheng is here too!!"

"My junior brother Cheng, whose medical cultivation talent was unparalleled!! The heavens are jealous of his talent! He left us so young..."

"How come I'm left all alone to eke out a living in this world..."

"Waaaaah..."

Ling Ziyun's weeping was truly heartbreaking, bringing tears to the eyes of all who heard it.

Inside the carriage.

Xu Jiayin's eyes, which had originally held a hint of shyness, were now filled with murderous intent.

Her breathing became heavy as she stared intently at the figure lying on the ground outside the carriage curtain.

Her small hands clenched tightly; anger even made her forget the pain in her wounds.

"Ling, Zi, Yun!!"

Her voice, uttering each word clearly, was as cold as ice from the deepest hell.

Cheng Laiyun opened his mouth.

Looking out the car window, Ling Ziyun stood alone and forlorn in the cold wind.

They cast mournful glances their way.

…………

Qingzhou County City.

The Prefectural Governor's Office, the Sub-Prefectural Office, and the Imperial Workshop.

A middle-aged man was staring intently at the stove in front of him.

The middle-aged man wore an indigo robe with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing a lean and strong forearm.

Her hair was meticulously tied up with an ebony hairpin, and not a single stray hair was visible at her temples.

His face is square, with a strong jawline.

Most striking was the pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose—the lenses were as thin as cicada wings, with intricate spiritual patterns inlaid along the edges, occasionally flashing a faint light in the glow of the fire.

Those eyes, hidden behind the glasses, were always slightly narrowed, giving off a sense of distance that made strangers want to stay away.

Eight robotic arms were attached to his back.

Each one is forged from dark blue spirit gold, with the intricate meshing of gears at the joints subtly visible.

Extending from his spine, they stretched out behind him like spider legs.

At this moment, four of them are busy.

A pair of tweezers picked up a needle as thin as a hair.

A rod supports the dark gold metal, adjusting its angle.

A figure holding a carving knife is outlining runes that are barely visible to the naked eye on the metal surface.

There was another one suspended in mid-air, its claws glowing with a faint spiritual light, ready to fill any imperfections at any moment.

The remaining four tails were quietly folded behind them, like sleeping scorpion tails, yet they still exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

They were perfectly integrated with his movements, as if they were an integral part of his body.

He raised his hand, and the robotic arm adjusted accordingly.

He squinted, and the robotic arm brought a lens closer to magnify the details for him.

He didn't even need to turn his head; two robotic arms handed him tools and materials from behind.

He was staring at the half-person-high furnace in front of him, the flames inside a ghostly blue, licking at the metal.

His gaze was so focused it was almost obsessive, as if only that piece of metal remained in the world.

"grown ups."

A cautious voice came from outside the door.

Feng Changjin didn't even turn her head.

Three of the robotic arms behind him rotated slightly at the same time, like snake heads sensing movement, pointing towards the doorway.

But they just hovered, didn't attack, and were just "listening".

"explain."

"Miss Xu has arrived."

Feng Changjin didn't even lift her eyelids, only giving a faint "hmm".

A robotic arm took the carving knife from his hand, while another handed him a soft velvet cloth, which he took and gently wiped his fingertips.

"In her letter, she said she wanted a set of Mo Clan battle armor for a newly initiated ninth-rank disciple."

His voice was flat, as if he were stating something unrelated to himself:

"The set in the warehouse, number three (甲字三), will fit. You can take her to get it."

"Yes."

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded into the distance.

Feng Changjin continued to keep an eye on the fire.

The robotic arms behind me worked efficiently and methodically, one taking the velvet cloth, another handing over the carving knife, and both simultaneously adjusting the angle of the metal.

His movements were extremely fluid.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The footsteps returned.

"grown ups……"

Feng Changjin frowned slightly.

The robotic arms behind him froze for a moment, as if even they sensed their master's displeasure.

"What is it?"

"My lord, Miss Xu said... she's not a ninth-rank official."

"Hmm?" Feng Changjin finally raised her eyelids and glanced at her subordinate.

A robotic arm promptly handed him a handkerchief, which he took and used to wipe non-existent sweat from his forehead.

"Eighth rank? Heh, you're already using eighth-rank battle armor right after entering the Dao?"

"Too ambitious."

Feng Changjin said without turning her head:

"Then go to the storeroom and get the set number one, so as not to offend Junior Sister Xu."

"No, sir." The subordinate's voice was a little tense. "Miss Xu said that she has broken through to the eighth rank."

The eerie blue flames in the stove flickered suddenly.

For the first time, Feng Changjin's hand paused.

The eight mechanical arms behind him froze in mid-air.

If I remember correctly.

Xu Jiayin said in the letter that this disciple had just broken through to the ninth rank in just seven days!

So this is another eighth-rank?!

The big joke of slipping the world!