Sneaking into the Village, No Shooting Allowed

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

The equipment assembly line was also set up very quickly.

Lin Xiao looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The principle was actually quite simple: a long conveyor belt connected the manufacturing stations for various parts.

As for electricity...

There was no nearby stream that could be used for hydroelectric power, and Lin Xiao did not want to make his living quarters smoky, so he ultimately chose human-powered electricity.

Several large rotating wheels resembling giant hamster rollers were firmly connected to the power-generation setup.

A few disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect stayed inside the rollers, covered in sweat with their tongues hanging out from exhaustion as they ran continuously.

Aside them held a few fat Gugas with whips; whoever moved too slowly received a lash to speed them up.

The rollers spun wildly and rapidly, driving the gears outside to make clacking noises as a trickle of weak current was transmitted along the lines.

One disciple's legs went soft and he breathed heavily.

I'm exhausted to death, when can this end?!

Sweat poured continuously down the forehead of another disciple:

"Hang in there! Young Master Lin Xiao said there's a big feast after we finish!"

"I... I can't take it anymore... I need to rest for a while..."

A sect disciple inside the roller had weak legs and his pace gradually slowed down.

"No slacking allowed, Guga!"

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Draw three times upon going online!

"Awooooo!!"

Stung with pain, the disciple gritted his teeth, forced his legs to move again, and ran desperately, causing the large roller to spin rapidly once more.

As for the screw-driving working-stiff Gugas and some sect disciples—

They sat on small stools, hurriedly assembling parts and twisting screws.

Lin Xiao acted just like a slave driver, half-lying leisurely on a lounge chair while wearing sunglasses to sunbathe.

Xiao Wu wore a maid outfit hastily made by the tailor Gugas.

She sat obediently beside him, her fingertips picking up plump grapes and feeding them to Lin Xiao's mouth one by one.

"Now this is life~ Awesome~"

Right at that moment—

A dark shadow suddenly blocked the sunlight.

Lin Xiao's brows immediately furrowed.

"Who is it? Daring to blo—Grandpa Jian, why are you here?"

Chen Xin's gaze swept across the sect disciples who were being whipped while running wildly, and then looked at Lin Xiao lying on the lounge chair.

Spotting Xiao Wu in her strange outfit feeding grapes beside him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"I came over to see how the equipment is turning out."

Lin Xiao quickly stood up from the lounge chair, pushed the sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose up onto his head, turned around, and made a welcoming gesture.

He then led Chen Xin to the finished-goods area.

Inside baskets on the ground, apple-sized round spheres were laid out.

Chen Xin stopped in his tracks, lowering his head to look at these round spheres in the baskets with a hint of doubt in his gaze.

"What are these little round spheres?"

Lin Xiao bent down, picked one up, and weighed it in his hand.

"These are mini grenades, dealing area-of-effect damage. It's just a pity the materials aren't good enough, and there's still a lot of room for improvement."

As he spoke, he picked one up, pulled the safety pin, and tossed it into an open space.

BOOM!!

A deafening explosion blasted out!

Dirt and shattered stones splattered in all directions, the ground was directly blasted into a small crater, and billowing black smoke rose up.

Chen Xin nodded in approval.

"Not bad, this power is immense! It's comparable to the full-strength strike of a fierce-attack-system Spirit Ancestor. If the sect's disciples carry a few of these, when enemies try to attack, they can definitely catch them off guard and hit them hard."

"Little Lin, you and your Martial Souls have truly rendered a great service!"

Yet Lin Xiao was very dissatisfied with this.

Although the gunpowder was converted and proportioned through Alchemist Guga, the power was still somewhat weak.

He really couldn't understand it; was Tang San's Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus really reasonable? It blew dozens of Titled Douluos—no, Spirit Saints—to their deaths in a single blast.

He heard it relied on Lou Gao's forging technology combined with that Tang Sect secret formula: Super Concentrated Gunpowder.

That was how it achieved such might.

Sigh... What a pity, the current Gugas hadn't unlocked such high earth-shaking wisdom yet.

Otherwise, the firearms they produced would definitely be stronger than Tang San's!

"Grandpa Jian, take all of these back to be equipped by the sect disciples."

Chen Xin was somewhat surprised.

"Little Lin, aren't you going to store some for yourself?"

"No need, these grenades were made for the sect in the first place. As for me... whatever is fine."

Lin Xiao smiled, though in his heart he thought of the more than one hundred grenades bound together with gas tanks sealed inside Ninja Guga's sealing scroll.

To convert the combustible gas inside the gas tanks, Alchemist Guga had completely drained the Spirit Power in its body four whole times!

Through constant experimentation, it managed to convert just that one canister with the greatest lethality.

And this weapon of mass destruction could cause injuries upon touch and death upon impact for intermediate spirit masters.

If the gas inside could be converted to be even more violent, it truly could become a super little Ivan, a mutual-destruction-of-heaven-and-earth device.

"Good child."

A hint of admiration lingered in Chen Xin's eyes as he raised a hand to gently stroke Lin Xiao's head.

Afterward, he stored all the grenades into his Soul Tool.

The two chatted idly about the assembly line and subsequent equipment manufacturing.

Meanwhile.

In Holy Soul Village, a squad composed of ten thief Gugas, plus one ninja Guga and one chef Guga, quietly sneaked into the village.

They crouched in the bushes, concealing their figures.

Thief Guga No. 1 spread out the map.

"Guga, this should be the Holy Soul Village the boss mentioned. Thief Guga No. 2, go find out where the back mountain is, Guga."

"The rest of the Gugas, regroup in place and ensure your condition is fully restored, Guga!"

"Guga!" ×11

Ninja Guga released the sealed ingredients, pots and pans, and a makeshift stove.

Chef Guga made a fire on the spot, preparing to cook to replenish everyone's condition.

Thief Guga No. 2 drilled out from the bushes.

She sneaked around to an old man sitting at his courtyard gate weaving a bamboo basket, lifting her round little head.

"Guga! Old grandpa, let me ask, which way does the back mountain go?"

The old man's bamboo-weaving hand movements paused abruptly, and he lowered his head, staring with wide eyes at this little penguin-like creature at his feet.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong.

"Eh? Just now... were you talking?"

"It was me, Guga! May I ask how to get to the Holy Soul Village back mountain?"

At this, the old man was completely dumbfounded, and the bamboo strips in his hands dropped with a clack onto the ground.

Several villagers passing by heard the commotion and all gathered around, forming a circle with curious expressions on their faces as they lowered their heads to stare at the small penguin.

"My goodness, this little thing can actually talk?"

"What kind of spirit beast is this? It looks just like a penguin, and it can even speak human language!"

"I've never seen this kind of spirit beast before. Should we catch it and sell it for money?"

"Good idea!"

A crowd chattered all at once, and a sturdy man didn't say another word, turned and rushed back to his home, picked up a large landing net, and quickly rushed toward Thief Guga.

"Don't let it run! Catch it!"

All the fur on Thief Guga stood on end from fright.

"Guga!!"

She shrieked, her body rolling as she darted out close to the ground, her short legs scrambling with all her might to flee toward the other side.

The landing net slammed down with a whoosh, catching only a puff of dust.

"Don't run!"

Several villagers chased after her from behind, the sound of their footsteps clamoring loudly through the street.

After circling more than half the village, Thief Guga flashed her figure and hid in a nearby courtyard.

Yet the villagers still chased forward holding landing nets and farming tools.

Inside the small courtyard, Guga squatted by the corner of the wall, listening as the footsteps gradually receded, only then letting out a sigh of relief.

"A penguin? Just right to supplement Dad's meal."

"Guga?!!"

Guga jumped in fright and hurriedly turned to look.

Only to see a ragged, short little boy holding a kitchen knife, staring at himself with burning intensity.

"What the guga, you actually want to eat me?!"

"The penguin started talking!!"