Pull Out the Golden Fork? Bring in the Pulleys and Great White Sharks
The white jade floor tiles in the Sea God Hall were smashed to pieces by Tai Long swinging his giant iron hammer.
Beneath the rubble, a thick, dark gold handle was visible. Tai Long spat into his palm, his two large, black hands gripping the iron handle tightly. His veins bulged all over his body, and he used every ounce of strength he had, his face turning red and his neck bulging, but the handle remained completely still.
"Brother Yun! The chassis is so heavy, it weighs at least 100,000 jin, it's like it's rooted to the ground, we can't pull it out!" Tai Long panted heavily, turned around and howled in his hoarse voice.
Ling Yun strolled over and kicked the exposed golden iron rod with his toe, having no intention of using any Soul Power to communicate or for the deity to recognize him as its master.
He tilted his chin up and looked at the towering roof of the Sea God Hall, then waved his hand dismissively:
"You're making such a fuss over pulling out a pitchfork? Stop with the divine power and resonance nonsense, get the weapons out there!"
Ling Yun directed his men to immediately begin construction work inside the temple. "Boss Dai, take down that thickest golden nanmu beam from the roof of the main hall and use it as a crowbar support! Fatty, take the thick iron chain from the ship and tie a tight knot on the fork head!"
Several people responded quickly and, in no time at all, dismantled the magnificent Sea God Hall into pieces, and managed to erect a crude, makeshift pulley system in the middle of the main hall.
The other end of the iron chain stretched all the way from the main entrance of the hall to the shallow waters of the beach, where it was tightly tied to the necks of twenty Demon Soul Great White Sharks that had just caught their breath.
"Big whitefish! Time to eat and get back to work!!"
Ma Hongjun stood on the beach, holding a Phoenix torch that was emitting sparks, and Leer the group of 100,000-year-old Sea Soul Beasts in the water.
The twenty great white sharks were so frightened that their eyes rolled back. They dared Slack Off and swung their big tails with all their might in the water, the enormous force pulling the iron chain taut!
Inside the main hall, Tai Long and Dai Mubai were pressing down hard on the golden nanmu crowbar. Ling Yun, hands in his pockets and a straw in his mouth, was shouting work orders like a ruthless contractor:
"One, two, here we come!!"
Creak--boom!!
With a scraping sound like grinding metal, the altar in the center of the Sea God Hall was instantly turned upside down!
The Golden Trident, weighing a staggering 108,000 jin and symbolizing the might of the Sea God, was pulled out by these people with a lack of sportsmanship, using pulleys and white shark-like laborers, as easily as pulling up a rotten radish! It kicked up a cloud of dust and crashed heavily onto the marble floor, creating a large crater.
"We've dug it up! We're rich! We're rich!!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes gleamed with greed, and she pounced on the attack like a hungry wolf.
She held the massive Golden Trident tip in both hands, opened her mouth, revealing two rows of Xiao Bai teeth, and took a vicious bite into the gleaming golden surface!
Oh my goodness!
Ning Rongrong let out a miserable scream, clutching her cheek and jumping up and down, Delia welling in her eyes from the pain. "This thing is going to kill me! What kind of rubbish is this?!"
Enraged, she squatted down, pulled a metal file from her pocket, and began to scrub the spot on the trident where it had been bitten.
The golden surface crumbled and fell away, revealing a dark, heavy iron base underneath!
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Enraged, Ning Rongrong slammed the iron file to the ground and pointed into the air, cursing, "What kind of 108,000-jin pure gold artifact is this! It's just a thin layer of gold plating on the outside, and inside it's all heavy black iron! That old man in the sky is a con artist! He's using a gold-plated thing to swindle our treatment fees!"
This is Sea God Trident.
If the worshippers on the Sea God Island heard this, they would be so angry they'd slit their own throats on the spot.
But in the eyes of Blue Tyrant and his gang, as long as it doesn't fetch a good price, they don't care what kind of divine artifact it is. When Dai Mubai and Fatty heard that it was gold-plated, they immediately slumped over and kicked it with their feet in disgust.
"Brother Yun, this lump of black iron is too heavy, and it's not pure gold. It's hard to move. Selling it as scrap metal wouldn't even be enough to fill the cabin. What should we do?" Ma Hongjun asked, rubbing his hands together.
Ling Yun strolled over, stroked his chin, and glanced at the weapon that had shaken the world.
"It's a shame to throw it away; it weighs over 100,000 jin (50,000 kg) and is quite heavy."
Ling Yun made the decision. "Those three large vats of pickled cabbage downstairs in the hold, haven't they been bubbling with white foam these past few days? This iron fork is the perfect weight. Tai Long, carry it back to the Black Dragon and use it as a weight in the pickled cabbage vats to prevent it from losing its flavor!"
"Alright, Brother Yun!" Tai Long slung the Sea God Trident over his shoulder and happily headed towards the big black ship on the beach.
The mighty Sea God Trident gloriously became a ballast stone on a pirate ship.
More than half an hour later.
Blue Tyrant and his gang had long since fled, leaving only a pile of broken bricks and Sea Soul Masters still in a daze on Sea God Island.
In front of the Sea Horse Sacred Pillar, whose base was partially removed, a figure, soaking wet and covered in white sand, was limping towards the base of the pillar.
Tang San.
He scrambled and crawled to the base of the Sea Horse Sacred Pillar, staring at the pillar with a large crack and black smoke billowing out, his heart aching so much that tears streamed down his face.
This is his last hope for a comeback.
Tang San, panting heavily, bit his right index finger so hard that blood beaded on it.
He knelt upright on the ground, pressing his bleeding fingers against the remains of the Sea Horse Sacred Pillar, screaming in his heart:
Lord Sea God! Grant me power! I will begin the Sea God Nine Trials! I will draw your weapon and slaughter those ungodly scum for you!!
Blood seeped into the stone's texture.
The broken Sea Horse Sacred Pillar shuddered with a "hum".
The divine light that should have soared into the sky and lit up in sequence with white, yellow, purple, black, and red lights now looked like a damp, rotten firecracker.
The inside of the pillar made a crackling sound as it crumbled, and the black smoke billowed even higher.
The array inside the pillar had long been destroyed by Ling Yun's high-pressure water jets and mental power, even the Sea God's divine sense was so frightened that it cut off the connection. This broken pillar held out for the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea before it could barely squeeze out a dim white light, no bigger than a firefly, from its top.
With a "plop," the lowest-grade white light fell onto Tang San's forehead.
Tang San was stunned.
There was no red light, no majestic voice of the Sea God.
A dull, broken sound, like a broken gong, echoed intermittently in his mind:
"Beep... The temple has been forcibly demolished... Everything needs to be rebuilt..."
"Identifying outsiders... Triggers White-Level First Trial."
Tang San's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The lowest level, the White-Level First Trial?! He, a genius with Twin Martial Souls and a grandmaster of the Tang Sect, was only qualified for the lowest level White-Level First Trial?!
Immediately afterwards, the broken gong continued to chant the exam questions in his mind:
"White-Level First Trial Task Requirements: Go to the quarry in the back mountain to move bricks and mix mud to repair the marble floor tiles and load-bearing walls of the main hall. Deadline: Three months... Includes two meals of dried salted fish."
Buzz!
The white light on Tang San's forehead flashed and transformed into a palm-sized light imprint, clearly displaying four large characters: "Bricklaying Laborer".
The sea breeze blowing across the beach was refreshingly cool.
Tang San knelt at the foot of the Sacred Pillar, staring intently at the four words displayed on his forehead, his blood running cold at that moment.
He risked his life crossing the ocean, he Crunch his teeth and acted like a coward in the sewers, all he could think about was getting the divine artifact and becoming a powerful force.
Result.
The magical tool was used to weigh down the sauerkraut jar.
The Divine Examination he had painstakingly initiated turned into a job posting for a bricklayer to work in the back mountains, offering food and lodging, and two meals of salted fish a day.
Tang San stared blankly at the starry sky, two streams of blood trickling from the corners of his eyes. He let out two hoarse, dry laughs, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious beneath the smoking Sacred Pillar.