pjbooks Chapter 127 Where did this country bumpkin come from?
Chapter 127 Where did this country bumpkin come from?
The next day, Xiong Chumo took Ye Feng to the Taoist temple.
The full name of the academy is "Great Xia Martial Arts Academy".
The highest institution of learning in the Great Xia Dynasty.
It is the cradle for cultivating martial artists and spiritual power masters.
The main hospital is in the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, and this one in Shanhe Prefecture is a branch hospital.
However, it is quite large, covering several thousand acres and housing several thousand students.
Xiong Chumo graduated from here. His teacher was the only Grandmaster of Weapon Forging in the Shanhe Prefecture branch who could forge spiritual weapons.
Master Ouyang, known as the "artifact fanatic".
"My teacher is in seclusion today," Xiong Chumo said as he walked.
"But he should be out of quarantine soon. I'll introduce you to him when he comes out."
Ye Feng hummed in agreement, his gaze drawn to the buildings in the Taoist temple by the roadside.
To be honest, this Taoist temple is quite large, and the architectural style is very ancient.
This is not quite the "institution of higher learning" he had imagined.
Xiong Chumo led him through a maze of twists and turns to the Taoist temple's magical artifact production workshop.
Before entering, he turned back to look at Ye Feng and grinned.
"Ye Feng, you're skilled at crafting artifacts, but you've definitely never seen this before. This is a new magical artifact, a war puppet, invented by our academy."
The moment he stepped inside, Ye Feng's eyes widened slightly.
The factory is very large, covering tens of thousands of square meters, and is brightly lit with machines humming.
Hundreds of weapon refiners are working diligently.
Each of them occupies a workstation.
Each workstation was piled high with various materials, tools, and semi-finished products.
This is where wolf-shaped puppets are being produced.
It is over half a meter tall and over a meter long, with a silvery-white body and a pair of red, glowing eyes on its head.
Its body is filled with intricate parts and spirit arrays, and its limb joints have flexible transmission devices.
It can operate autonomously without human control.
This is one of the latest war weapons invented by the Taoist Academy Research Institute.
Each wolf-shaped puppet has the combat power equivalent to a third-tier martial artist.
The production cost is much lower than training a third-tier martial artist.
Moreover, they are not afraid of death, they don't get tired, and they won't betray you.
Ye Feng then looked at another workstation—a bird-shaped puppet.
It is smaller than the wolf-type puppet, with a wingspan of about one meter. It is entirely black and has a pair of golden eyes on its head.
It can fly, it can scout, and it can even launch suicide attacks.
Bird-type puppets are not as powerful as wolf-type puppets, but they are more agile and can fly to places that wolf-type puppets cannot reach.
There are also artillery emplacements.
This is a heavy artillery turret, a fixed defensive weapon.
He was entirely black, and the cannon barrel was thicker than Ye Feng's waist, with intricate spirit array patterns at the muzzle.
It is said that one shot can kill a fifth-tier alien beast.
Of course, the charging time is a bit long.
It will take about fifteen minutes.
Ye Feng recalled what Zhang Lizhuo had said in front of the Nanshan Stele.
So that's what it is.
Sure enough, it's similar to the tanks, drones, and robot dogs in his world.
Soon, Ye Feng noticed something was wrong.
Only one person works at each workstation to complete all the processes from start to finish.
He saw someone first design the spirit array diagram, and then inscribe the spirit array on the material.
Then the parts are forged, assembled, and tested.
From beginning to end, it was the same person.
More importantly, each spirit array is drawn by the same person from beginning to end.
Holding a spirit array pen, he carefully inscribed the spirit array stroke by stroke.
You should know that each puppet is composed of many spirit arrays.
Hundreds of spirit array patterns were carved one by one.
Even the most skilled weapon refiner would need several days to carve it.
And it cannot be interrupted in the middle.
The failure rate is extremely high!
"Doesn't the person who draws from beginning to end get tired?"
Ye Feng muttered to himself.
Xiong Chumo burst into laughter when he saw Ye Feng's pensive expression.
"Ye Feng, you don't even understand this?"
His tone was very smug.
Just as Ye Feng was about to speak, a voice came from behind him.
"Where did this country bumpkin come from?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it was very harsh, and the tone was sarcastic and disdainful.
Ye Feng turned his head and saw a young man walking towards them.
That person was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
He was wearing the academy's uniform, with a golden badge embroidered on the chest.
That's the mark of a genius in the academy's weapon-refining department.
His features are quite regular.
However, the arrogant smile at the corner of his mouth disrupted the harmony of his entire face.
Several people were following behind him.
Judging from his attire, he should also be a student of the Taoist academy, probably his follower.
Xiong Chumo's expression was not good.
He is the city lord of Haicheng, a senior who graduated from the Dao Academy.
He brought guests to visit today, and was actually ridiculed to his face by a junior.
Anyone would be embarrassed in that situation!
However, he didn't react on the spot because he knew this young man.
Ouyang Tian.
He is a direct descendant of the Ouyang family of Shanhe Prefecture and the grandson of the grandmaster Ouyang, a master craftsman.
He is extremely talented.
It is said that he broke through to the fifth level of mental power master before the age of twenty-five, and was able to independently forge S-level artifacts.
It ranks first in the weapon crafting department of the entire Shanhe Prefecture branch.
These so-called "geniuses" are all arrogant and disdainful of others.
Xiong Chumo had heard of his great reputation before, but today was the first time he had "experienced" him.
Ye Feng looked at Ouyang Tian, his expression unchanged.
"Who are you calling a country bumpkin?"
Ouyang Tian's lips twitched.
He understood the implication of those words but didn't respond.
His gaze swept over Ye Feng.
Ordinary clothes, ordinary temperament, and ordinary cultivation fluctuations.
He couldn't see anything special about this person.
"Which college are you from? What are you doing here? Don't you know the magical artifact production workshop isn't open to the public?"
Ye Feng looked at Ouyang Tian, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"I'm not from any college. I'm just a country bumpkin. I came here to broaden my horizons."
Ouyang Tiantian's face turned even uglier.
This person is either a genuine country bumpkin or pretending to be stupid.
Either way, it made him very unhappy.
"A country bumpkin should stay where a country bumpkin is. This is a Taoist temple, not a marketplace. Not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come in."
Xiong Chumo's face darkened completely.
"Ouyang Tian, he is my guest."
Ouyang Tian glanced at Xiong Chumo and recognized him. The city lord of Haicheng, his grandfather's student, and his nominal senior uncle.
But so what?
A peak fifth-tier mental energy master hasn't even broken through to the sixth tier after all these years.
His weapon crafting skills are also mediocre; he can't craft spirit weapons, only ordinary S-grade items.
He never took this person seriously.
"Uncle-Master, your guest? Then that's even more inappropriate," Ouyang Tian said sarcastically.
"You're a graduate of the Taoist academy, after all. Bringing someone like this on a visit, aren't you afraid of embarrassing the academy?"
"Besides, this is a restricted area of the academy! It's not a place where just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come!"
"you!"
Cheng Daxiong grabbed Xiong Chumo and shook his head.
"Don't be impulsive. It's pointless to waste words with these people."
Ye Feng looked at Ouyang Tian for a long while, then suddenly laughed.
"You're right, a country bumpkin should stay where country bumpkins are. I really shouldn't have come to a place like this Taoist temple."
"But I have a question! With your method of refining artifacts, one person does all the processes from start to finish, and one person inscribes all the spirit arrays stroke by stroke."
"Isn't it tiring? Isn't it slow? Isn't it a waste of talent?"
Ouyang Tian was stunned.
It wasn't the question that stumped me, it was the person who asked the question that annoyed me.
What does a country bumpkin know about weapon crafting?
He originally intended to make a sarcastic remark.
But looking at Ye Feng's serious face, which didn't seem like he was joking at all, he couldn't bring himself to say those sarcastic words.
He didn't know why, but there was something about this country bumpkin that made him uncomfortable.
He snorted, didn't answer, and left with his followers.
Xiong Chumo watched Ouyang Tian's departing figure and sighed.
"Ye Feng, don't bother with him. The young master of the Ouyang family is spoiled."
Ye Feng shook his head.
"I didn't bother arguing with him. I just feel that there's something wrong with your Taoist temple's production methods."
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes, there's a big problem."
Ye Feng looked at the busy weapon refiners in the workshop, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He already had a plan in mind.
assembly line.
The complex spirit array is broken down into hundreds of simple steps, with each person responsible for only one step.
This will greatly improve proficiency, increase efficiency, and naturally reduce costs.
This isn't some profound theory; it's what he faced every day in that world—assembly line work.
He didn't say it.
It's not the right time yet.
He planned to discuss this further with Master Ouyang.
"Let's go, Lord Xiong." Ye Feng turned and walked towards the workshop door.
"Take me to see other places."
Just then, an old voice came from deep within the workshop.
"How arrogant!"