Beginning to Forge Armor

Meanwhile, some movement came from outside the courtyard gate, the rolling of a handcart's wheels and the shouts of laborers echoing into the house.

Lin Xiao sat up and stretched.

He hadn't expected them to deliver the promised batch of ores and forging materials so quickly.

He opened the door.

A deacon in charge of hauling immediately walked over.

Sorry, did we wake you up?

Lin Xiao shook his head slightly.

What are all these materials?

The deacon turned sideways to point at a row of wooden chests and iron crates piled high outside the courtyard gate, speaking respectfully:

Inside there are dark iron, refined steel, ink-patterned ore, as well as mica, quenching sand, and various forging adjuvants.

In addition, there are all kinds of hardwoods and softwoods.

The sect master gave special instructions to send a copy of every usable material that could be collected on the market.

Then this deacon pointed to another side.

This here is the forging table we set up, along with the smelting furnace for iron-smelting. If you need help, we can take charge of assisting.

Lin Xiao received a massive shock.

So high in efficiency?

They got all of this ready for me in a single morning?

Letting them help was fine as well, since he could also save some soul power.

He looked at the deacon beside him and spoke:

Then, I'll trouble you.

No trouble, it's part of our duty.

The deacon acknowledged, commanding the disciples under his command to unload the crates of ores and timber all onto the open space of the courtyard.

Then he led his manpower to stand aside, ready to lend a hand at any moment.

Lin Xiao came before a crate of dark iron and reached out, wanting to pick it up for inspection.

Yet this fist-sized lump of iron was frighteningly heavy.

He mustered his full strength before finally managing to lift the iron block out of the crate.

Good grief, so heavy.

Lin Xiao clicked his tongue inwardly.

However, the heavier this iron was, the higher its hardness would be, and the effects of whatever was made from it would also be even better.

Gugas! To work! Today's task is to forge a set of armor for me! Make it handsome! Make it hard! Make it upright!

Guga?

The leading Mechanic Guga scratched its head.

Then it lay flat on the ground and began drawing blueprints together with the other 9 Mechanic Gugas.

Lin Xiao looked at the somewhat crude armor on the blueprint, frowning. This was not the same as what he had imagined.

Guga, can you build me something like Iron Man?

After thinking for a moment, the leading Mechanic Guga shook its head like a rattle-drum.

Guga cannot do it, it seems something has locked the blueprint, Guga.

There were restrictions?

That should be because of the spirit ring.

It seemed that only by obtaining a new spirit ring could he gradually unlock their stronger abilities.

Before that, however, he still had to train some life-saving equipment.

Just like playing an online game, although the later equipment was more formidable and powerful, early-stage low-tier equipment was also indispensable.

Little Guga, then draw the highest tier you currently have.

Leave it to us, Guga!

The leading Mechanic Guga patted its chest and bent down once more to start drawing.

About half an hour passed.

Da-da~ Drawn already, Guga!

The leading Mechanic Guga raised the construction blueprint with both hands to display it.

Lin Xiao tilted his head. No matter how he looked at it, he felt it looked somewhat unpleasing to the eye.

Tch, this model doesn't look good.

The leading Mechanic Guga nodded and then continued modifying it.

No, this model is too clunky.

It continued modifying.

I think the lines should be a bit more graceful...

Then it modified it further.

Pondering for a long time, Lin Xiao pinched his chin:

Mmm... let's go with the first model after all.

Having busied themselves for half a day, the Mechanic Gugas who had repeatedly revised the drawing blew their tops on the spot.

Throwing their pens onto the ground, they jumped on their feet and yelled.

Guga-guga!!!

Lin Xiao smiled embarrassedly, hastily reaching out to soothe Little Guga.

Alright, alright, it's just this model, I won't change it anymore.

Guga!

The Mechanic Gugas puffed out their cheeks, reverting to the first model after its blueprint had been modified.

Meanwhile, everyone waiting on the side watched those ten Gugas with faces full of curiosity.

Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but give birth to sighs of amazement:

As expected of the sect's newly emerging genius.

Even this martial soul exceeded common sense, and its spiritual intelligence was so high it could actually argue with its master!

Admiring, truly admiring.

Once the design blueprints for the armor were finalized, the Gugas began to revolve like a precise machine.

The Blacksmith Gugas first sorted and properly organized all the materials, proportioned the mixtures, and prepared to fuse multiple ores to refine a higher-strength alloy.

Fine iron, crimson steel... send these to the side of No. 1 Furnace, Guga!

Cold iron, mercury... send these to the side of No. 2 Furnace, Guga!

The ten Blacksmith Gugas were each responsible for the smelting of a single special metal.

The remaining Gugas didn't say a word as each shouldered a crate of metal, transported it to the designated location, and fed it into the smelting furnaces in batches.

This left the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect disciples who were helping carry things dumbfounded.

Crates of that sort filled with metal ores were extremely grueling even for two adult disciples to lift together.

Yet these little runts actually carried a crate each with absolute ease?!

Was this reasonable?!!

The smelting furnaces burned fiercely, crimson firelight continuously rolling outward, and the temperature in the courtyard climbed notch by notch visibly to the naked eye.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect disciples were all baked by the heat wave into rivers of sweat, their clothes drenched through by perspiration.

Conversely, looking at Lin Xiao, he sat leisurely in the reclining chair of the garden, eating fruit on one side while enjoying Little Guga fanning him.

He took another massive slurp of the juice made by Chef Guga, emitting a burst of refreshing groans.

Sip--ah~ Refreshing~~

Yet this scene made those working disciples itch with annoyance from anger.

Dammit! The most heinous of slave drivers!

At this moment, everyone's bowels turned green with regret.

Had they known it would be this kind of treatment, they would have beaten to death before running over to do manual labor just to butter up this genius.

If they ever proactively came over again next time, they were dogs!!

The Blacksmith Guga glanced at the state of the metal inside the smelting furnace and hurriedly issued an order.

Guga! Prepare to beat the iron! Strike heavily! Guga!

I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I really can't work anymore...

Ah--I can't either, my back is about to break...

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect disciples collapsed one by one, lacking even the strength to stand up.

The Evil Fat Gugas wore expressions of utter disgust, each seizing two people by the goose-like scruffs of their necks and tossing them aside to prevent them from interfering with the work.

Meanwhile, several Gugas holding large hammers surrounded a few anvils.

The heavy hammers swung out a perfect arc.

Clang!!

Iron stars splattered everywhere.

Immediately afterward, the next hammer caught the timing perfectly and smashed down.

Clang!!!

Ga!

Guga!

Ga!

Guga!

Following the sound of chants, the Gugas beat and pounded in rhythm, strike after strike.

That strength was so great it rivaled a hydraulic press, and every single blow sent large patches of impurities splashing outward.

The deafening din of clanging rang incessantly.

A Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect disciple stared fixedly at a Guga swinging a forging hammer taller than itself, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Too terrifying... Is this really a martial soul that only just awakened not long ago?! I feel like if I were to take a single blow from that hammer, my brains could fly out seven leagues.

Another disciple beside him nodded repeatedly, his complexion turning pale white.

The sound of that single forging hammer cleaving the air as it was swung alone made one's heart go numb, and it was hard to imagine what kind of end awaited anyone who took a solid blow from it.