The Divine Craftsman--Mo Heng.

The next day, Murong Mansion.

Murong Huai woke from his dream and began his daily training. His long sword danced in his hand, carving out yet another mark; the blade light flickered and sword intent raged, carrying the distinct air of a master.

An hour later, Murong Huai sheathed his sword and stood still, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

"The Holy Son's swordsmanship grows increasingly refined. It seems it won't be long before the Holy Son comprehends the next sword technique." Tu Zhen, Ju Qinglan, and Gui Mei stood to the side, voicing their admiration.

As for Yue Guan, he had gone off with Dugu Bo to help detoxify Dugu Bo's son.

Murong Huai looked at the three of them and pondered. With Gui Mei, Yue Guan, and Dugu Bo currently at his disposal, he had enough for the time being, so he said:

"Ju Qinglan, Tu Zhen, my physique has now reached a level comparable to a Spirit Emperor. You two no longer need to follow me. Martial Soul Hall has just finished a great war, and with so many wounded, it is precisely the time when healing-type spirit masters are in short supply.

Ju Qinglan, you go there and help treat the soldiers of Martial Soul Hall."

"Yes, Your Highness Holy Son." Ju Qinglan bowed in response. Subsequently, Murong Huai turned his head to speak to Tu Zhen:

"As for Tu Zhen, the Black Flame Army is currently recruiting new soldiers and lacks a chief instructor. I have already mentioned this to my father and my teacher. If you are willing, go to the Black Flame Army."

Hearing Murong Huai's words, Tu Zhen felt a surge of joy. Joining the Black Flame Army had always been his ideal, so he hurriedly bowed in salute, "This subordinate thanks Your Highness Holy Son."

The two then left Murong Mansion. Murong Huai then looked at Gui Mei and instructed:

"Gui Mei, go prepare a carriage. I need to make a trip to the Engineering Department."

"Yes, Holy Son." Hearing this, Gui Mei turned and left to make preparations.

Murong Huai entered his room and walked to the table. Four stacks of blueprints of varying heights lay there. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he stored them into his Soul Tool, turned, and left the room, heading outside Murong Mansion.

Gui Mei had already prepared the carriage, and the two set off in the direction of the Engineering Department.

Engineering Department.

Murong Huai and Gui Mei arrived at the Engineering Department and made their way to the main hall. The craftsman at the front desk was Zhang Wu, whom Murong Huai had met last time. The moment the latter saw Murong Huai, he hurriedly stood up and walked forward to salute, "This subordinate pays respects to Your Highness Holy Son."

Hearing Zhang Wu's words, the others working nearby turned their heads to look. Murong Huai's name had become quite renowned within the Engineering Department; the Red Barbarian Cannon had drawn praise from all the master craftsmen, and even the head of the Engineering Department held him in high regard.

"Heavens, that is the Holy Son!"

"I heard the Red Barbarian Cannon was designed by the Holy Son himself..."

"He is so young..."

"..."

Listening to the surrounding chatter, Murong Huai frowned. Seeing this, Zhang Wu hurriedly scolded the others, "What are you all looking at? Have you finished your tasks? Whoever keeps looking and whispering, get out and go mine ore!!"

Hearing Zhang Wu's reprimand, the crowd hurriedly returned to their work. Although Zhang Wu was only a craftsman, he was among the very best at this front desk.

"Your Highness Holy Son, this subordinate has failed to maintain discipline. I hope Your Highness will forgive me." Zhang Wu hurriedly bowed to Murong Huai to apologize.

Murong Huai waved his hand, "It is fine. Find a quiet room and call a few master craftsmen over. I have a few things I need them to forge."

"Yes, Your Highness Holy Son."

The group arrived at a quiet room. Not long after they sat down, several men slowly pushed the door open and walked in. Leading them was a sturdy man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a red-gold robe. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes upon seeing Murong Huai, but he still bowed and saluted, "Mo Heng, head of the Engineering Department, greets Your Highness Holy Son."

"We pay our respects to Your Highness Holy Son." The others also hurriedly bowed in salute.

Before coming, Murong Huai had learned about the general situation of the Engineering Department, especially this head, Mo Heng. His martial soul was the Thousand Mechanism Hammer, which possessed many special functions and could transform into various forms such as a carving knife, mountain-drilling weight, diamond drill, and more. Through the cultivation of Martial Soul Hall, he now possessed level 78 spirit power.

Moreover, he held another status: he was one of the only two Godly Craftsmen on the current Douluo Continent. Murong Huai was somewhat surprised to hear this, but he quickly realized that this was Martial Soul Hall; it was not too strange to have a Godly Craftsman sitting in command.

After all, even Tai Tan, the old monkey of the Strength Clan of the Clear Sky Sect, could become a Godly Craftsman later on, let alone Mo Heng, who had the resources of Martial Soul Hall to cultivate him.

"Head Mo, no need for formalities. Sit." Murong Huai nodded, signaling for them to sit.

"I, Mo Heng, heard long ago that the designer of the Red Barbarian Cannon was the Holy Son of our Martial Soul Hall. I have long wanted to pay a visit, but I did not expect that upon seeing you today, Your Highness Holy Son would be so young. Truly, a hero emerges from youth."

Listening to Mo Heng's words, Murong Huai was quite pleased and said with a smile:

"Head Mo is too kind. This Holy Son has also long heard of Head Mo's reputation as a Godly Craftsman; it is truly extraordinary."

Hearing this, Mo Heng beamed and then said:

"Your Highness Holy Son is too flattering. My meager skills are not worth mentioning. I wonder why Your Highness has come this time..."

Hearing Mo Heng's words, Murong Huai stopped with the pleasantries. He took the four stacks of blueprints out of his Soul Tool, placed them on the table, and said:

"Head Mo, this Holy Son has come this time to have these items forged. You may take a look."

Hearing this, Mo Heng became interested. He hurriedly stood up, walked to the table, and picked up a blueprint to examine it. Before long, a bright light flashed in his eyes, "Oh my, this craftsmanship is so ingenious!"

"What is this? It can pull..."

"Rifling, magazine..."

Mo Heng set them down and picked up another blueprint, immediately exclaiming in admiration:

"Excellent. Although this weapon is compact, the design is ingenious..."

Finally, he picked up the last two blueprints and could not help but feel a bit puzzled.

"Holy Son, I wonder what these two items are? They are so small, yet they require gunpowder?"

Hearing this, Murong Huai smiled and did not answer him directly, instead asking:

"Chief Mo Heng, you will know what these are later. I wonder if you can forge two of each within half a month?"

Upon hearing Murong Huai's words, Mo Heng did not press further and patted his chest directly, saying:

"Rest assured, Holy Son. I guarantee that the finished products will be delivered to you within half a month."

Murong Huai nodded. "Good. Also, remember that when forging the last two items, there must be no open flames, the indoor temperature must not be too dry, and no fuzzy materials are allowed. Otherwise, it could easily trigger static electricity, ignite the gunpowder, and cause an explosion. As for what static electricity is, I will tell you later."

"Understood, Holy Son." Mo Heng cupped his hands in response.

"Very well. In that case, I shall await good news from Chief Mo Heng."

Having said that, Murong Huai stood up to leave. Seeing this, the group hurriedly bowed.

"We will certainly not disappoint the Holy Son."

After Murong Huai and Gui Mei departed, Mo Heng and several master craftsmen gathered around, all of them sighing in amazement.

"Good heavens, what are these things..."

"My god, how is this weapon so peculiar..."

"What a treasure, a real treasure!"

Hearing their exclamations and seeing the way they looked at the blueprints as if they were their own wives, Mo Heng hurriedly said:

"Go, go, go! Don't mess up the blueprints! Listen, call every master craftsman here for me. We are going to forge these items with everything we've got!!"

"Uh, Chief, most of the master craftsmen are on leave right now..."

"Damn it, what leave? Call them all back! As long as they can forge these items, I'd even let my wife warm their beds if I had to!!"

"Yes, Chief."

"Wait, Chief, don't you not even have a wife?"

"Don't force me to slap you while I'm in such a good mood!"

"Oh."