Sword Douluo: My Sword Intent Is Actually Inferior to a Red-Hot Iron Pipe

Ning Fengzhi stood at the end of the line, his posture straight and tall.

He remained motionless, a gentle smile still gracing his face, as if he were not the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but merely an ordinary merchant here to purchase ironware.

However, the expressions of Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong behind him were unsightly to the extreme.

Especially Chen Xin; his hand had been resting on his sword hilt the entire time, and the sensation of being locked onto by the cold machines still made his skin crawl.

It was the second time in his life he had felt his own life beyond his control.

The first time was when facing the hammer of that Clear Sky Douluo.

The second time was just now.

Ning Rongrong was so angry her face turned red. She tugged at Ning Fengzhi's sleeve and complained in a low voice, "Father! Why do we have to line up with these stinking blacksmiths? Wouldn't it be easier to just have Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa tear this broken building down?"

"Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi's voice remained gentle, yet carried an unquestionable authority, "Watch quietly."

Tear it down?

That automated turret from earlier could even suppress Chen Xin's sword intent. If it truly opened fire, whether they could escape unscathed was an unknown.

Furthermore, could someone capable of producing such things not have even more terrifying trump cards up their sleeve?

Ning Fengzhi knew very well that he was not facing an arrogant brat today, but a power he had never understood—a power capable of overturning the rules of the world.

Just then, with a "creak," the side door of the factory opened.

A guard wearing Power Armor walked out, holding a metal plate with a number on it, his voice devoid of any inflection.

"Next, Ning Fengzhi."

The small merchants waiting in line around them shivered in fear and scrambled backward, clearing a path for the richest man on the continent.

Ning Fengzhi straightened his robes and stepped inside.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong followed immediately.

"Stop." The guard extended a mechanical arm to block them, "The boss only called for Ning Fengzhi."

"Insolent!" Gu Rong, possessing a fiery temper, felt his soul power surge as he prepared to lash out.

"Gu Rong." Ning Fengzhi turned back and shook his head slightly.

He turned to the guard and smiled, "These two are my bodyguards; they never leave my side. If they cannot enter, then I can only wait here."

The red light beneath the guard's helmet flickered a few times, seemingly transmitting information.

A few seconds later, the mechanical voice sounded again: "Allowed. But you must maintain a ten-meter distance and are forbidden from using any soul power. Otherwise, you will be executed on the spot."

The coldness of those four words made the eyelids of the two Title Douluo twitch.

Upon entering the factory, Ning Rongrong's complaints grew louder.

There was no reception room, no tea, and not even a decent chair to be found.

They were led directly into a massive, roaring workshop.

The air was thick with the scent of machine oil and the distinct smell of cooling metal. The floor was clean enough to reflect light, and rows of strange, silvery-white machines were operating in an orderly fashion, emitting a rhythmic sound that was strangely soothing.

Qin Feng stood at the end of the production line, wearing a white lab coat, holding a tablet and recording something.

Grey Wolf crouched at his feet, a wrench in his mouth, cursing at a machine: "Which blacksmith made this piece of junk bearing? The tolerance is so huge, it'll wear out sooner or later! Replace them all with ball bearings later!"

"Sect Master Ning, sorry to keep you waiting." Qin Feng put down the tablet without looking up, "The place is crude, don't mind it."

Crude?

Ning Fengzhi looked at the operating machines and the mechanical arms dancing in the air, the light in his eyes growing ever brighter.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had its own hidden weapon workshop, employing the best craftsmen on the continent. But compared to this place, those workshops were like the caves of primitive men.

"Boss Qin is too modest." Ning Fengzhi got straight to the point, "I came today to find out, what exactly is it that Boss Qin is selling here?"

"Selling what?" Qin Feng laughed.

He didn't answer, merely snapping his fingers.

"Brother Wolf, stop fixing things and show Sect Master Ning our 'Production Line No. 1'."

"Tch, and I was just at the critical part." Although Grey Wolf complained, he still jumped onto the console and slammed a red button.

"Boom—!"

The entire production line was activated in an instant!

Chunks of crimson iron ore the size of washbasins were carried by the conveyor belt into the first station.

"Zzzzt!"

A blue arc of electricity flashed—it was a high-temperature plasma jet. Under the heat exceeding three thousand degrees, the hard ore instantly turned into a pool of molten red iron, and the impurities were vaporized in an instant.

Ning Fengzhi's pupils constricted.

Purification! Such highly efficient purification! It was even more effective than any master refiner using soul fire to calcine ore for seven days and seven nights!

The molten iron flowed into the mold.

"Clang!"

A massive hydraulic press slammed down, the ten-thousand-ton pressure forcing molten iron into shape and purging every air bubble from within.

"This is... single-piece stamping?" Ning Fengzhi's voice was somewhat dry.

Even the top-tier hidden weapons of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect required various components to be pieced together. Yet, the object before his eyes had been formed in a single pass!

The scene that followed caused the breathing of all three men to hitch.

The formed metal component was grabbed by a robotic arm and spun rapidly under a laser cutter, sending sparks flying everywhere. Gun barrels, receivers, springs, triggers... precise parts were cut out one by one, with a margin of error no greater than a single strand of hair.

Finally, at the end of the assembly line, several robotic arms, moving like the most dexterous surgeons, assembled all the parts in less than two seconds.

"Click."

The crisp sound of a chambering round.

A pitch-black metal creation, exuding an aura of death, slid out of the output chute and dropped into the iron bin below.

"Clang."

The bin was already half-filled with identical finished products.

Grey Wolf glanced at the timer and proudly announced, "This demonstration took 4.8 seconds. That's 0.2 seconds faster than last time. The yield rate is one hundred percent."

Ning Fengzhi stood rooted to the spot, dazed.

4.8 seconds.

For a weapon with such a complex structure.

He stepped forward, his hands trembling as he picked up one of the "iron tubes" that still held residual warmth from the bin.

Cold, heavy.

Every component was seamless, filled with a cold, industrial aesthetic.

He had spent his entire life dealing with money and treasures, and he considered himself to have seen at least eight hundred divine artifacts, if not a thousand. Yet, not a single one had ever brought him such immense shock.

That was not just a weapon.

That was... death that could be replicated infinitely.

[Ding! Detected that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi's worldview is collapsing, values are being reorganized!]

[Ding! Detected that Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong are in a state of extreme shock and self-doubt!]

[Ding! Shock value +10000!]

Qin Feng looked at the skyrocketing numbers on the system panel, his heart remaining completely calm.

Just a routine operation.

"Sect Master Ning." Qin Feng's voice broke the silence of the workshop. "Now, do you know what it is I'm selling?"

Ning Fengzhi forcibly suppressed the raging waves in his heart.

He looked up at Qin Feng, his eyes brighter than ever before.

"Boss Qin, name your price."

"The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wants to be your only client."

"No, the only... partner."

"Dad!"

A sharp cry interrupted Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Rongrong's face was filled with disbelief as she rushed over, pointing at the machines that were still running.

"Have you lost your mind? Aren't these just a pile of scrap metal? You must be using some kind of trick!"

"Which one of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's hidden weapons isn't the painstaking work of a master? How could this kind of shoddy, mass-produced trash compare!"

She could not accept it.

She could not accept her father showing such high regard for these "toys."

In her eyes, this was a complete insult to the craftsmanship of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

"I don't believe it!"

Ning Rongrong's spoiled temper flared; she flipped her wrist, and a string of iridescent beads appeared in her hand.

"Watch me use the Illusion Glazed Bead to shatter your scam!"

She channeled her soul power, preparing to throw the Soul Tool—which possessed the ability to break illusions and disrupt energy flow—at the production line.

"Rongrong, stop!" Ning Fengzhi cried out in alarm.

However, it was already too late.