"My knife won't do! We have to use a Hundred Refined Steel Knife!"
"Bleeding it like this is too slow. The meat is almost turning sour... Hurry up and figure out how to build a platform. Hang this beast upside down and bleed it out! If the second-revolution Lieutenants can't lift it, call over the third-revolution Commanders!"
"The feathers are too sharp. You have to wear iron gauntlets, or you'll get cut!"
Under the cover of night, Lan Cui Manor, located in the outskirts, was brightly lit. Thousands of soldiers surrounded the manor in layer after layer. Inside, people streamed back and forth. They had torn down the buildings to clear a vast area for more than twenty Thunder Eagles and one Chongming Bird.
Nine veteran Artisan Masters and more than thirty apprentices from nearby military towns were busily dissecting the dead beasts. Even though they had rushed over exhausted, nothing could cool the fervor in their hearts.
They had been somewhat unwilling to come at first. After all, they were veteran artisans from military towns across the land. Even if they were not messengers, they were still figures whom Commanders and Protectors had to respect—prominent among the prominent. But the instant they saw the Dragon-Locking Bodhisattva, they all willingly knelt on the ground, not daring to look directly at the Bodhisattva's holy countenance. When they learned that they were qualified to kiss the ground the Bodhisattva had walked upon, they made up their minds to complete the Bodhisattva's instructions even if it killed them.
When they saw what they were supposed to work on, even the lowest-ranking Artisan Apprentices could not help but burn with excitement.
They were actually Foundation Establishment Demons!
And so many of them!
The Great Zhou had dozens of military towns and hundreds of artisans,