“Hmm? What is this?”
He Yiming's curiosity was piqued as he examined the newly acquired Diamond Cutter, which appeared before him.
The machine was a massive device, spanning seven or eight meters in length and width. While it seemed metallic, the material was clearly something extraordinary. On the left was a conveyor belt, likely for lng raw materials, while the right had an outlet for finished products. At its center was a control panel where parameters like the dimensions of the final product could be adjusted.
After a quick inspection, He Yiming understood how to operate it—it was surprisingly straightforward.
“This is amazing!”
He Yiming couldn't help but praise the ingenious design.
As its name implied, the Diamond Cutter could process raw stone materials placed on the conveyor belt. After setting the desired parameters, the machine would either merge or cut the materials into perfectly shaped bricks. The finished bricks, delivered through the outlet, were inscribed with formations that gave them three unique properties:
Lightweight: The bricks weighed only a tenth of their original mass within the first hour of creation, making transportation easy.
Modular Design: The bricks could automatically lock and assemble with one another.
Fusible: After being placed together for an hour, the bricks would fuse into a seamless, unified structure and regain their full weight.
This machine was undoubtedly the ultimate tool for constructing sect infrastructure.
“With this, I can pave r, build arenas, and even set up dormitories for the disciples!” He Yiming was thoroughly impressed.
Over the past few days, He Yiming had gained some understanding of the system's workings.
“The check-in rewards seem focused on improving sect infrastructure, while the tasks primarily serve to enhance my own cultivation.”
The Sect Mission: Cultivating Spirit Fields was a prime example. He Yiming resolved to complete it no matter what—it was far too important to miss out on the rewards.
Stepping outside the main hall, He Yiming's expression suddenly changed.
“What… What is this smell?”
A nauseating stench assaulted his senses, nearly making him retreat back indoors.
“Could it be… are the players actually cooking dung?”
Turning toward the sect's main square, He Yiming was utterly dumbfounded.
“Fresh SH froth! Grab it while it's hot!”
“Over here, I need a portion! I'm next in line to refine some SH!”
“Phew… Three full sacks of War Camel Beast dung, delivered! I'll leave them here!”
“Alright, leave it to me. I'll start boiling them right away!”
The square was chaotic. At least a dozen large cauldrons were bubbling away, releasing thick plumes of SH stench into the air.
Dozens of players were hauling bags of War Camel Beast dung to the square. Each would dump their l then immediately rush back down the mountain for more.
One player, with his nose tightly plugged, skillfully poured a sack of dung into a cauldron, tossed in some firewood, and expertly stirred the boiling mixture.
“Are… are they really cooking SH?”
He Yiming stood frozen, his mind blank.
What on earth was going on? Why were the players doing this?
Could it be… they've grown tired of eating War Camel Beast meat hotpot and are trying a new flavor?
No, that couldn't be it.
Could it?
Maybe?
Could they actually…?
He Yiming began to doubt his understanding of reality. These players were capable of anything.
“Wow, you're amazing! You've boiled dozens of cauldrons already!”
“Actually, don't judge it by the smell. It's like stinky tofu—smells bad but tastes incredible!”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!”
The players were joking and laughing as they worked. He Yiming cleared his throat, drawing their attention.
Finally! He could stop this absurdity and restore some dignity to the sect.
But just as he was about to speak, the system's familiar chime interrupted him.
“Ding!”
“Congratulations, Host! Mission completed. Evaluation: S!”
“Reward: Special Physique – Heavenly Thunder Body!”
“Heavenly Thunder Body!”
He Yiming was overjoyed.
This was an incredibly rare physique. Among thunder-element constitutions, the lowest tier was the Thunder Spirit Vein, where the cultivator's spiritual veins naturally carried traces of thunder energy.
Mid-tier would be the Thunder Spirit Body, capable of withstanding ordinary lightning and even absorbing minor thunder energy for cultivation.
But the Heavenly Thunder Body was an upper-tier physique, capable of channeling the terrifying power of Heavenly Thunder.
He Yiming could now faintly sense golden strands of thunder energy coursing through his body—just a taste of the Heavenly Thunder's might.
Once he reached the Heavenly Core Realm and fully mastered this physique, he could even summon Heavenly Thunder at will, making it his ultimate weapon.
“This reward is incredible!” He Yiming clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within him. “The Azure Emperor Longevity Body is exceptional for cultivation, but the Heavenly Thunder Body gives me immediate offensive power!”
Meanwhile, the players were watching him nervously.
“Boss is here!”
“Crap, is he going to blow up at us?”
“He's gotta be mad. I mean, we're boiling SH right in the middle of the square…”
The players fidgeted, some even halting their activities entirely. They weren't sure how the sect NPC—err, their Sect Leader—would react.
After all, if someone set up a dozen cauldrons to boil dung in your front yard, wouldn't you be furious?
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