Artist: What? They jumped into the forging furnace?

There was trouble on both sides, but the Artist's situation was truly miserable.

These blacksmiths were useless enough as it was. More importantly, he hadn't had time to finish drawing them.

The portraits of these blacksmiths were incomplete, missing most of their memories.

One had to know that the minds of high-level cultivators all contained Spirit locks that sealed away their memories.

Thus, False Human body snatching could not invade their Seas of Consciousness, and the body snatchings would all turn them into amnesiacs.

But he was different.

His paintings pursued perfect lifelikeness.

He didn't merely paint their essence, energy, and spirit, or the paths of their cultivation techniques. He even completely depicted their Spirit locks.

He had even painted the password lock outside the safes of their deepest memories. Although he couldn't pry into the memories inside the "safes," the Embers themselves would retain most of those encrypted "safe" memories.

Just like ordinary Embers, they would retain most of their encrypted core memories after death.

But now?

He had acted too hastily.

These fellows had not had their core essence, energy, and spirit painted. The finishing touch had not yet been added to the dragon's eyes; they were missing more than half their memories, and their sealed core memories had not been painted.

As a result, chaos had erupted when they took over the management and operation of Adventure Town.

Still, these "Ancient Demon Gods" were ultimately practical workers with solid foundations. And the Artist was a master teacher who had taught countless sages and geniuses throughout history, such as the Human God.

He retrieved his old teaching certificate and spent the whole night directing and instructing these useless blacksmiths, who possessed nothing but combat power. He personally filled in the gaps in their foundations, properly lecturing them as