I've already cultivated-I really want to smash this thing!

Chinese people had a whole set of universal four-character phrases:

Since we're already here.

Since they're already dead.

It's New Year's, after all.

They're just children...

Although these four-character phrases had been criticized by countless people, plenty still wielded them like weapons, throwing their weight around everywhere, making others want to shut them up with the same phrases:

For example, whenever someone said, "It's New Year's, after all," or "They're just children," you could hit them with, "They're already dead—"

Shen Le naturally wasn't in that position. By now, no one could say such things to his face. But for him, it was still the same old saying:

Since I've started repairing it.

The progress was already more than halfway done. No matter what, he had to grind through the rest. Whether it was paper-crafted, clay-molded, or made of some even more unimaginable material—he just had to keep grinding!

He sat upright before an urgently custom-made, extra-large glove box, leaning forward with both hands inserted inside, resting on the clay dowry chest.

He circulated the power in his dantian and carefully poured spiritual energy into it, letting it flow into every corner of the dowry chest:

Especially those delicate, fragile silks, satins, and gauzes that looked light and flowing, as though they might fly away at the slightest touch—or simply vanish!

Shen Le practically held his breath as he slowly turned the "faucet" of spiritual energy down to its lowest setting.

As the spiritual energy flowed through the chest, the clay chest beneath his hands gradually became smooth and solid. The dusty gray clay chest, which looked as though it might shed powder at any moment, soon took on the color and grain of wood:

Then, the corners of the wooden chest, the edges of its lid, and the lock