Death Assembly Line

Beep, beep, beep!!

Lin Xiao rode his beloved little tricycle.

The back of the vehicle was connected to several spliced carriage beds, moving forward like a greedy snake.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were squeezed into one spot, and a large bunch of little Gugas were also huddled together sitting inside the carriage beds.

Quite a few Gugas clung to the edges of the carriage beds, poking their little heads out to curiously inspect the scenery along the road, occasionally letting out a few cheers of "Guga, guga!"

Xiao Wu rested her head on the edge, leisurely blowing in the breeze as her two rabbit ears swayed slightly with the wind, her eyes squinting comfortably.

"Hahaha~ So much fun! Big Brother Lin Xiao, go a little faster!"

Ning Rongrong waved her little hands and shouted loudly, her long hair blowing wildly everywhere in the wind.

"Rongrong, hold on tight, don't get thrown out, or it won't look good if your front teeth get knocked out."

Lin Xiao turned his head to give a warning.

Yet, whether it was due to the hormones influencing a child's body.

He was as happy as a kid receiving a new toy, wanting nothing more than to drive it out and show it off.

He had ridden tricycles a few times, but this was the first time driving one himself, hehehe~

Besides, the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect possessed this awesome vehicle exclusively.

Cruising through more than half of the sect, he attracted gazes no matter where he ran, completely becoming the focal point of the scene.

It greatly satisfied his vanity.

When the tricycle passed by the sect's large garden.

Their commotion was naturally noticed by Ning Fengzhi and the Sword and Bone Douluos, who were drinking tea and chatting inside.

"Little Lin, over here."

Chen Xin waved his hand.

Lin Xiao changed direction and drove into the garden.

The tricycle and its string of carriage beds slowly decelerated, the wheels crushing over the slate path beside the garden and making a rumbling sound.

"Screech."

The vehicle slowly pulled over and parked.

The crowd of little Gugas tumbled about in disarray, climbing up while clawing at each other and constantly muttering "guga, guga" in their mouths.

Upon seeing Chen Xin, the fear of being caught earlier rushed back into Xiao Wu's heart.

She jumped straight out of the carriage bed to hide behind Lin Xiao, gripping his clothing tightly with her face half-hidden behind him, only daring to reveal a tiny sliver of her eyes.

Ning Rongrong opened her arms with a silly smile.

"Sword Grandpa, hug Rongrong down~"

"Alrighty then~ My little princess~"

This made Gu Rong separate into a state of jealousy.

He was helpless; Rongrong was still young right now and simply fancied things and people that looked good.

Though he treated her very well too, he looked like a bag of bones, making it easy to scare children.

He just wasn't as endearing as that old sword-man's face.

"Hmph!"

He heavily gulped down a cup of tea and slammed the teacup back onto the table.

Ning Fengzhi laughed helplessly and shook his head.

"Little Lin, is this the thing created by your Martial Soul?"

Lin Xiao proudly held a Mechanic Guga in his arms to display it.

"It's what they made! Abandoning the traditional method where carts needed to be pulled by horses or spirit beasts, it's changed to be driven by electricity!

I call this creation technology!

As for electricity, it can be generated by water, fire, or manually, completely without needing a shred of spirit power!"

A flash of sharp light crossed Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and he instantly sniffed out the huge stakes hidden within.

This creation called technology looked very much like a Soul Tool, but the biggest difference was that ordinary people could also operate and use it.

The materials used were also just ordinary metals and common supplies, not requiring expensive rare materials; it could be considered a business with a tenfold profit.

Leaning his upper body slightly forward, he looked at Lin Xiao and asked.

"Little Lin, that set of iron armor of yours last time—was that also made by this so-called technology?"

"That's right." Lin Xiao nodded calmly and reached out to pat the frame of the tricycle.

"Aside from vehicles for getting around, we can also build all kinds of offensive weapons and quite a bit of defensive equipment.

It's just that with my current level, I can't build higher-tier ones."

Gu Rong's hand stroking his beard paused, his gaze instantly turning solemn.

"The basic ones are already about enough... If they are produced in batches, then quantitative change leads to qualitative change."

Chen Xin's eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze sweeping over the bizarre vehicle before him.

"Fengzhi, Little Lin is a strategic talent. With him, the sect's strength can rise by a large margin."

How could Ning Fengzhi not know Lin Xiao's importance?

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging thoughts at the bottom of his heart, and slowed his tone:

"Little Lin, I wonder if these Gugas of yours can craft a batch of equipment for the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect in batches?

The sect can produce a large amount of materials and Golden Soul Coins in exchange. Of course, if you want other resources, that's fine too—even spirit bones; the sect can invest in advance."

"No problem, Uncle Ning. After all, I am a part of the sect, and contributing to the sect is only right and proper. As for spirit bones, I won't take them; they should be given to those who need them more."

Lin Xiao put on an expression of being utterly devoted to the sect.

The moment these words left his mouth, the gazes that Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong cast toward Lin Xiao immediately changed, their favorable impression of him shooting up by several tiers instantly.

The few of them sighed inwardly, just look at this young man's vision.

At such a young age, he saw things so far ahead and was single-mindedly loyal to the sect. This was truly the pillar material capable of supporting the sect!

Ning Fengzhi smiled, rubbed Lin Xiao's head, and said softly:

"Rest assured, Little Lin, the sect will not treat you unfairly."

Lin Xiao smiled.

Actually, it wasn't entirely for the sect; another reason was that he wanted to borrow the sect's resources to elevate his spirit ring's age limit.

Take today for example: he built this single tricycle plus more than ten sections of carriage beds, bustling about for half a day, only to increase his first spirit ring's age by a mere month.

If he dragged it out bit by bit like this, wanting to pile all nine spirit rings up to one hundred thousand years would consume an incomparably long stretch of time.

Therefore, he still had to rely on the Gugas utilizing their professions heavily.

The Chef Guga, Musician Guga, and the others were easy enough; they could increase it anytime and anywhere.

However, the screw-tightening Ox-Horse Guga, Mechanic Guga, and Alchemist Guga required consuming vast amounts of resources.

And this was the moment to cooperate and win-win with the sect.

The sect obtained equipment, and he elevated his spirit ring's age limit.

"Uncle Ning, the materials I need might be very numerous, and I'll need a piece of land to build an assembly line."

Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement almost without the slightest hesitation.

"No problem. From now on, whatever resources you need, the sect will help you search for and assemble them at the very first moment."

Yet the moment the three words "assembly line" entered her ears—

The Ox-Horse Guga, who was sleeping soundly while lying in the carriage bed, suddenly trembled all over her body.

Before she had even fully woken up, an instinctive wave of exhaustion washed over her entire body, and every part of her felt out of sorts.

She groggily tossed and turned, her little penguin feet kicking restlessly twice while she muttered unconsciously.

"Guga... no overtime... no Death Assembly Line, guga..."

Ning Rongrong hurried over to the edge of the carriage bed, crawled halfway inside, and reached out to gently stroke the head of the trembling Ox-Horse Guga.

"Guga, don't be afraid! Rongrong will help you~"

The Ox-Horse Guga half-opened her drowsy eyes, groggily rubbing against Ning Rongrong's palm, and whimpered softly:

"Guga... work less overtime... eat more fried rice, guga..."

Lin Xiao shook his head.

Oh, young girl~

You probably haven't experienced the terrifying nature of the Death Assembly Line.

Moving your hands twelve times a second was merely the speed of an absolute beginner, and even an adult couldn't handle it, let alone a little girl like you.