Rarely, Ji Jue had insomnia.
His excellent sleep—where he would pass out the instant he closed his eyes—had suddenly vanished. He spent the night drifting in and out of several dreams, all of them scenes of predators hunting in the wild.
Wolves, bears, tigers, leopards, giant anacondas, massive pythons—they suddenly appeared before him, opening their bloody jaws, biting down, and refining him in an instant.
When had Ji Jue, a little white rabbit, ever seen such cruel scenes? He woke up terrified on the spot.
After being frightened awake several times, he simply decided in a fit of anger not to sleep at all.
He climbed out of the hotel bed and switched on the desk lamp.
Pulling out paper and a pen, he immediately began writing the paper he had already drafted in his mind along the way—<A Brief Discussion on Six Methods for Handling Impurities and Contamination During the Spiritual Substance Purification Stage of Blood Sacrifice Weapons>!
Since he could not sleep anyway, he might as well work harder than everyone else.
At least then nobody else would be able to sleep either!
Besides, these were all stepping stones on his academic path. What great master did not have a body of published work to their name?
Before becoming an Artisan, apprentices only needed to figure out how to outwork other apprentices and obtain their certification. But after becoming an Artisan, the people they competed against were every Artisan in the world.
Let the world feel pain!
First, he would sprinkle two bags of salt over that flopping Salted Fish Senior—kehehehe!
At the thought of Ye Chun rolling around on the sofa, crying and screaming, Ji Jue couldn't help laughing out loud.
Until, at seven o'clock, the doorbell sounded with a ding-dong.
After opening the door, Ji Jue