Heave-ho!
Heave-ho!
One muscular giant after another carried heavy steel and threw it into the furnaces.
Other men shouted slogans as they pulled bellows several meters tall, blasting out gust after gust of wild wind.
There were also blacksmiths sent by the Zuo Family and several other lineages, hammers in hand, clanging away at the steel.
Not far away:
Zuo Qianqiu led a group of maidservants and attendants, tearing down building after building.
More strongmen hammered the ground, making it flatter and more even.
Zuo Yan directed the crowd until she was spinning like a top.
"You lot, hurry up!"
"The chains Brother Qing wants must be finished!"
"It's already been ten days!"
"You still can't even forge the simplest iron chains!"
"Believe it or not, I'll throw you into the furnace and burn you alive?"
Originally:
Zuo Yan had been very gentle.
Ever since Chu Qing had wanted to cultivate a new path, she had stopped being gentle.
Because:
Chu Qing's demands were too high.
The project was enormous, and time was tight.
Even though everyone cultivated martial arts, under his relentless squeezing, they were worked until they spun like tops.
Fortunately, more than ten days ago, the Hou Family had sent over a group of skilled blacksmiths and several thousand strongmen.
Otherwise:
She would have been even busier.
Amid her busy schedule, she had wondered more than once:
Why had the Hou Family sent people to Chu Qing?
Heave-ho!
Heave-ho!
Chains as thick as an adult's thigh and stretching more than ten thousand meters were laid around the Martial Academy like great dragons.
There were three hundred and sixty-six such chains in total.
Of them:
Three hundred and sixty-five were forged from ordinary steel, gold, silver, bronze, and a small amount of black gold.
Only one was forged