More than half a year later, in Jiang Lin's Peach Blossom Valley—no, it was now called Artifact Forging Valley—two figures, one large and one small, each carried a huge pack filled with minerals they had mined from the Monster Mountain Range. They brought them back to Artifact Forging Valley and smelted certain rare metals themselves, cutting out the middleman.
"Pei Xuan, get to work." Upon returning to Artifact Forging Valley, Jiang Lin tossed all the minerals he was carrying to the Mystic Armor Puppet beside him. Pei Xuan was the new name he had given the Mystic Armor Puppet. Calling it Pei Suo over and over again felt somewhat disrespectful to his big brother. The fact that he had not named it Peppa was already Jiang Lin's final show of respect for his big brother.
The Mystic Armor Puppet was exceptionally burly, two meters tall, clad in a black robe and black armor with an iron mask covering its face. Its arms were as thick as Jiang Lin's thighs. Without a word, it accepted Jiang Lin's pack, then dragged the two bundles of broken ore weighing several hundred pounds toward the smelting area with heavy steps.
Pei Xuan possessed a degree of simple intelligence and could handle basic repetitive work. Jiang Lin happened to need such a perfect workhorse. Having been a workhorse himself in his previous life, he had never expected that he would one day turn things around. Heh.
"Almost a year, and I'm only a Six-star Dou Zhe. I feel so useless." Jiang Lin, who had just turned thirteen, sank into his daily melancholy before shaking his head and beginning to sort through his equipment.
Everyone outside thought he was dead, after all. Without a set of equipment that could ensure his safety, a mere Dou Zhe