Seventh Dormitory, the work-study students' dormitory at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
It was late at night, and the oil lamp's flame was no bigger than a bean.
Tang San sat at the table, with a pile of assorted iron plates, hammers, and other parts spread out before him.
His fingers flew, their tips gleaming with a faint jade sheen, a sign that his Mysterious Jade Hand had reached the second stage.
A bowl of rice porridge, long since cold, sat at the corner of the table. Beside it lay half a pickled radish with a bite taken out of it.
Nearly half a month had passed since he returned empty-handed from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Tang San's cultivation had steadily advanced to rank eighteen, but that little progress could not begin to ease the anxiety within him.
That woman, Qian Renxue, was like an iron wall barring the path of his destiny. She had cut off every move he could make before he made it.
He needed to break the deadlock. He needed a trump card Qian Renxue knew nothing about.
Tang San set down a spring mechanism he had just finished polishing and rubbed the smooth edge with his fingertip. A smile rose at the corners of his mouth.
He had skipped classes every day during this time, spending his days and nights hunched over this battered table. At last, he had managed to produce the Godly Zhuge Crossbow.
The Shrek Seven Devils had once used it at the Great Soul Arena to wipe out a team composed entirely of Power Attack System Soul Masters above rank forty. This was undoubtedly one of the signature high-grade Trigger Mechanism hidden weapons he had recreated on the Douluo Continent.
According to the normal course of history, he