Sword Forging Manor.
The Golden Core assembly-line factories were arranged like terraced fields.
The current Sword Forging Manor was a factory that built whatever production line could make money.
A group of blacksmiths worked with the Ember Workers, managing a hundred automated Golden Core factories in perfect order every day.
A hundred factories sounded like a lot?
That was because they did not understand the power of infrastructure in the cultivation world. One person could build a city with their bare hands, so what was one factory?
At this moment.
Food God and Shao Chai Kun switched back from their game characters. When they returned, they wore slightly awkward smiles.
"Hang yourselves from a streetlamp."
"Disembowel yourselves!"
"Fish yourselves up. Don't make us force you."
"You two really dared to court death."
The players surrounded the two of them, preparing to let them experience a brand-new wave of social death.
Food God scratched his head awkwardly. "Brothers, putting everything else aside, if you saw a treasure chest deep in a mine, could you really resist opening it?"
Shao Chai Kun was grief-stricken and furious. "You can only blame our bad luck! Think about it—if there had been a good treasure inside, you'd be praising us for doing a great job."
Everyone thought about it. That did seem to make sense?
If they did not open the chest, who would know whether it held a treasure or an opportunity?
Wait, these two were spouting nothing but crooked logic.
The players suddenly came to their senses.
Food God shouted, "We've rendered meritorious service to the Mountain Villa! We've bled for the Mountain Villa! This is our ill-gotten loot—ten storage rings in all. We'll hand them over!"
Although the other accounts they had used to enter the dungeon were still hiding in the