Chapter Ninety-Four: Acceptance and Transformation

Seeing Ming Shuang’s expression turn to one of understanding, Heng Shu continued, “Top-tier spirit craftsmen usually possess a single-element spiritual root. By your standards, most of the highest-level craftsmen’s innate talent for cultivation would be considered exceptional. But we do not practice spells; our spiritual roots merely enhance our sensitivity to various materials. When a craftsman resonates with the object they create, the results can often be astonishing beyond expectation.”

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the scattered little inventions on the floor, then withdrew, lowering his eyes to the tea in his cup. After the flying plump teapot refilled his cup, he slowly said, “Originally, like everyone else, my goal was to become a top-tier spirit craftsman. We took pride in having spiritual roots, believing that superior perception made us the most formidable artisans. But until—”

Zhuge Buliang smiled with a hint of embarrassment, glancing at the monkey sleeping soundly beside him, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Fortunately, Song Jingchu, standing nearby, took up Ma Zunhui’s words, effectively helping to cover the slip.

Thankfully, Chen Lan was not yet dazed by the cavalry from Chen Yan’s army; upon careful observation, he immediately discerned the crucial point.

Zhao Liangsi felt his anger subside upon hearing this. What he feared most was Yang Pu’s tendency to brush him off as he had done to Ma Zheng last time, leaving him empty-handed and unable to report back in the capital. But if he could meet the financier, as Yang Pu claimed, then whether or not the princess and the general of Liaonan appeared would be irrelevant.

Lin Xiao held his tea cup with a bitter smile, wondering how others were treated during their tests—probably divided into upper and lower eight ranks as well.

Brother Xiang suddenly said as if recalling something: “Forget that, do you know what day it is today?” He looked at me mysteriously.

The difficulty of assassinating the Qianqing Gate without anyone noticing was extraordinarily high. Even so, Ma Zunhui was unwilling to easily abandon his original plan.

“You, what’s your name? What did you call me?” Only now did Xue Jingxian recover from his shock, gripping the knife handle tightly as he whispered his questions.

“A poor family on a wealthy road, sir, you’d better not refuse. If you do, it would be insincere!” Manager Li chuckled again, his words loaded with implication.

“That depends on your skill.” Over the years, Tang Feng had never encountered a true master of the martial world before and was quite eager to spar properly.

Within this palace, if a string broke during the zither performance, it was considered an omen of misfortune—a great taboo here. Unless absolutely necessary... no matter how brave she was, she would never gamble with her life.

“A weary traveler fears the dust; allow me to bathe and change first,” Lou Zhi said, and Qian Xun clearly saw a faint glimmer of illness flash in his eyes.

“Do you even need to report to me when you go to the restroom?” Qiu Lingyang was boiling with anger, and seeing him now only fueled it further. She spoke in a voice no softer than his.

He would relay the situation to his wife Jingjing when appropriate, but he would never utter this out loud.

When everyone regained their senses, there was no sign of the black-clad men—only footprints stained with rouge beneath the scorching sun.

Though angry, the thought that Gong Chenye was just next door slowly calmed her previously restless heart.

“Someone who has reported to the King of Hell’s Hall could never know the truth,” he sneered, then turned and walked away.

Watching Shang Xufeng’s tall figure, Min Pengyi’s expression shifted repeatedly before he finally shook his head and sighed.

“It’s getting late; this prince must return to rest.” Even during his provincial visit, Qin Aotian had clearly shown his intention to stay overnight at the Gu residence. This served two purposes: to observe the Gu family and to avoid Yu Shuxian.

I heard the bitterness behind her smile. Surely much had happened in the past, which was why she now appeared so composed and unruffled.

“Well... I forgot to tell you, as soon as we discovered you had the spatial jade slip, we completely sealed off all your surrounding space. You have no way to send this message out now—unless you self-destruct...” Jing Tang stepped forward, a mischievous grin on his face as he looked at Peng Qing.