Death Assembly Line

"Beep beep beep!!"

Lin Xiao rode his beloved little tricycle.

Several connected trailers were hitched behind it, moving forward like a hungry snake.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were squeezed together, while a whole bunch of Little Gugas huddled inside the trailers.

Quite a few Gugas clung to the edges of the trailers, poking out their little heads to curiously inspect the scenery by the roadside, occasionally letting out cheerful "Guga guga" cries.

Xiao Wu rested her head on the edge, leisurely enjoying the breeze. Her rabbit ears swayed gently in the wind, and she was so comfortable that her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Hehehe~ This is so fun! Brother Lin Xiao, go faster!"

Ning Rongrong waved her little hands and shouted loudly, her long hair flying wildly in every direction.

"Rongrong, hold on tight. Don't get thrown off, or it won't look good if you chip your front teeth."

Lin Xiao turned back to remind her.

Perhaps it was the hormones in a child's body affecting him.

He was as delighted as a child who had gotten a new toy and wanted nothing more than to drive it around and show it off.

He had ridden a tricycle several times before, but this was his first time driving one. Hehehe~

And in the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he was the only one with such an awesome vehicle.

After making the rounds through more than half the sect, he drew attention everywhere he went. He was absolutely the center of attention.

It greatly satisfied his vanity.

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

its commotion naturally caught the attention of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Grandpa, and Bone Douluo, who were drinking tea and chatting inside.

"Little Lin, over here."

Chen Xin waved.

Lin Xiao turned the vehicle toward the garden.

The tricycle and its string of trailers gradually slowed down. Its wheels rolled over the stone path by the garden, making a rumbling sound.

"Screech."

The vehicle slowly pulled over and stopped.

The Little Gugas tumbled all over one another, grabbing at each other as they climbed back up, muttering "Guga guga" without stopping.

The moment Xiao Wu saw Chen Xin, the fear from being caught earlier surged back into her heart.

She immediately jumped off the trailer and hid behind Lin Xiao, tightly gripping the corner of his clothes. Half her face was hidden behind his back, and she only dared to peek out with one eye.

Ning Rongrong grinned foolishly and opened her arms.

"Sword Grandpa, carry Rongrong down~"

"Of course~ My little princess~"

This made Gu Rong so jealous he practically shattered.

There was nothing he could do about it. Rongrong was still young and simply liked things and people who looked good.

Although he treated her very well too, he looked like little more than skin and bones, which could easily scare children.

His face simply was not as lovable as that old sword bastard's.

"Hmph!"

He gulped down a mouthful of tea and heavily set the teacup on the table.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a laugh.

"Little Lin, is this something your Martial Soul created?"

Lin Xiao proudly held a Mechanic Guga in his arms and displayed her.

"They made it. It abandons the traditional method of using horses or Spirit Beasts to pull vehicles and uses electricity instead!

I call creations like this technology!

As for electricity, it can be generated through hydropower, thermal power, or even manual generators. It does not require even a trace of Soul Power!"

A gleam flashed through Ning Fengzhi's eyes. He instantly sensed the enormous significance hidden within it.

These creations called technology looked very similar to Soul Tools, but the greatest difference was that ordinary people could operate and use them.

They only required ordinary metals and common materials, not expensive rare materials. It could be considered an extremely profitable venture.

He leaned forward slightly and looked at Lin Xiao as he asked,

"Little Lin, was that suit of iron armor from before also made through this so-called technology?"

"That's right." Lin Xiao nodded openly and patted the tricycle's frame.

"Besides vehicles for transportation, it can also produce all kinds of offensive weapons, as well as quite a few defensive pieces of equipment.

It's just that at my current level, I can't make anything too advanced."

Gu Rong's hand, which had been stroking his beard, paused. His gaze instantly grew solemn.

"The basics are already enough... If produced in batches, a quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change."

Chen Xin raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze sweeping over the strange-looking vehicle before him.

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

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

He took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent thoughts in his heart as his tone softened.

"Little Lin, could your Gugas make a batch of equipment for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

The sect can provide large quantities of materials and Gold Soul Coins in exchange. Of course, if you need other resources, that is also possible. We can even invest in advance with soul bones."

"No problem, Uncle Ning. I'm part of the sect, after all, so it's only right that I contribute. As for soul bones, I don't need them. They should go to those who need them more."

Lin Xiao looked as though he had the sect's interests entirely at heart.

The moment those words left his mouth, the way Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong looked at Lin Xiao immediately changed. Their favorable impression of him rose by several levels.

The three of them secretly sighed to themselves. Look at his broad-mindedness.

At such a young age, he already saw things so far ahead and was wholeheartedly devoted to the sect. He truly had the makings of a pillar who could support the sect!

Ning Fengzhi smiled as he rubbed Lin Xiao's head and said gently,

"Don't worry, Little Lin. The sect won't treat you unfairly."

Lin Xiao smiled.

In truth, it was not entirely for the sect. Another reason was that he wanted to use the sect's resources to increase the age of his Spirit Rings.

Just today, after making this tricycle and more than ten trailers, working for half the day had only added one month to his first Spirit Ring's age.

If he continued grinding away bit by bit, raising all nine Spirit Rings to one hundred thousand years would take an unimaginably long time.

So he still needed the Gugas to use their professions more often.

Chef Guga and Musician Guga were easier to handle, since they could increase their progress anytime and anywhere.

But Ox-Horse Guga, Mechanic Guga, Alchemist Guga, and the others who tightened screws required enormous amounts of resources.

This was when he needed to cooperate with the sect for mutual benefit.

The sect would obtain equipment, while he would increase the age of his Spirit Rings.

"Uncle Ning, I may need a lot of materials, and I'll also need a place to build an assembly line."

Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement almost without hesitation.

"No problem. Whatever resources you need from now on, the sect will help you locate and gather them as quickly as possible."

The instant the words "assembly line" entered her ears,

Ox-Horse Guga, who had been snoring soundly in the trailer, suddenly shuddered all over.

Before she had even fully awakened, an instinctive wave of exhaustion swept through her body, making her feel terrible all over.

She groggily rolled over, her little penguin feet kicking uneasily twice as she unconsciously muttered,

"Guga... no overtime... no assembly lines, guga..."

Ning Rongrong hurried over to the trailer, climbed halfway inside, and gently stroked the trembling Ox-Horse Guga's head.

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

Ox-Horse Guga half-opened her sleepy eyes and groggily rubbed against Ning Rongrong's palm, softly whimpering,

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

Lin Xiao shook his head.

Young girl~

You probably had never experienced the horrors of the Death Assembly Line.

Twelve motions per second was only the beginner's speed. Even an adult could not endure it, much less a little girl like you.