Selling Human Trafficking, the Value of a Scholar

"We're going to usher in a new era."

Lei Chui Gong was bursting with excitement.

Having his name go down in history was every divine smith's dream.

And at this moment, he was only a hair's breadth from achieving his dream.

Xi Rong Blacksmith had ushered in a new era, greatly bolstering humanity's prestige and delivering a savage slap across the face to the already weaker sea race.

Now, their sea race was going to rise as well.

Although this linear three-flower method of forging an immortal artifact had no real technical merit, and was far inferior to Xi Rong's superb technical prowess in ushering in an era,

no matter how you looked at it, they were still ushering in an era!

Who knew how many divine smiths across the generations had researched this kind of artifact factory, studied artifact source-machines—using artifacts to produce artifacts.

Who didn't understand the allure of full automation?

Who didn't want to be a capitalist?

But all sorts of assembly lines producing standardized weapons had merely failed to live up to expectations.

The assembly-line factory that the various major forces had thought of before was the Ancestral Grave Factory.

Combat-type ancestors went out to adventure and clear dungeons.

Non-combat-type ancestors stayed in the ancestral graves, becoming super-model workers who never rested twenty-four hours a day: hammering iron, hammering iron, hammering iron.

Using embers as unattended workers—could these aristocratic clans think of it while the smiths couldn't?

But.

The dead lacked that sliver of spirit.

The weapons they forged seemed lifeless, lacking that touch of spirituality, and were contaminated with a great deal of eerie energy.

So their quality was too low.

The various high-grade, peak divine weapons would never be forged by these embers.

Therefore, these ancestral-grave divine smiths were mostly responsible for teaching the