One Crossing of the True Spirit Ends Dusty Ties; Daoist Radiance Shines as She Ascends to Spirit Transformation

The marketplace was indeed bustling, with all sorts of novel objects displayed on the stalls lining both sides of the street.

There were painted clay dolls that bounced when wound up. Their little faces were dabbed with rouge, and they even wore cloth skirts embroidered with tiny flowers. With each hop, they sprang half a foot into the air.

There were little clocks marked with the hours. Give one a shake every now and then, and it would keep track of time on its own, letting you know the hour without having to look at the sun.

There were even wooden nesting dolls that could be taken apart and put back together, with big dolls holding smaller ones inside. Each doll wore a different expression, making the children gathered around clap their hands in delight.

Xiangli Qin and Qin Guli were indeed outstanding talents of the Mohist School in their generation. They were not only obsessed with Mechanism Arts but also fascinated by all kinds of ingenious ideas.

When they discovered that Zhao Cheng had an exceptionally unconventional way of thinking and all sorts of astonishing concepts, they kept drawing out his ideas.

And in the end, building on Zhao Cheng's notions, they came up with even more ingenious ideas, developing all sorts of little products and novel trinkets.

Qiongxiao and Jinyao said nothing, but followed Bixiao and stopped in front of the stalls.

Qiongxiao's gaze fell on a string of glass beads with little bells. Her hand moved unconsciously at her side.

Jinyao picked up the wooden nesting doll and gently took it apart, layer after layer. Each face wore a different expression. She looked amused and exasperated. "Who came up with this thing?"

Only Zhao Gongming stood off to one side, his brow furrowed tight, both hands clasped