Douluo Continent: Huo Yuhao, the Thief of Heaven

The next day, the entire Soul Guidance Hall of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School began to be renovated.

Apart from the area of ​​the Third Laboratory where Huo Yuhao was located, the entire area underwent extensive demolition and reconstruction.

The construction of engineering mechs is itself a transformation of the existing industrial environment.

Once this production line is completed, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School will be able to reach or even surpass the existing level of Douluo Continent in terms of both industrial production level and research and development capabilities.

Benjamin's research over the past three months has revealed that the metals in Douluo Continent seem to possess certain dimensional rules and characteristics.

Metal produced by assembly lines and mechanical pressing can only reach a maximum of a thousand forgings. To achieve a higher level of refining, it must be manually forged.

This is currently the best solution.

"Are you going to send these two little girls to me?"

Lou Yi, who was completing a weapons order for the Heavenly Soul Empire's military by the stove, looked at the two little girls Huo Yuhao had brought with a puzzled expression.

He was one of the few former members of the Soul Guidance Hall who survived Ning Zhiyuan's purge. He only thought that his old comrades had been sent to remote areas by Ning Zhiyuan, unaware that he had escaped a calamity because he was sensible.

"Yes, their martial spirits are all quite good. They are very suitable to learn forging from you." Huo Yuhao smiled and pushed Wu Feng and Wang Qiu'er out.

Lou Yi glanced at Wang Qiu'er. Although the girl was very pretty, this was not a place where you could make a living just by being pretty.

Looking at Wu Feng again, the little girl's eyes were a little red, obviously she had cried secretly in bed last night. Could she have been forced to come here?

"Hmm..." Lou Yi crossed his arms and pondered. He really didn't want to go through all that trouble with the two ladies.

Finally, he spoke up and said, "Okay, you two can work with me for a day first."

And so Wu Feng and Wang Qiu'er were left behind by Lou Yi. In Lou Yi's opinion, these two delicate girls would definitely not last more than two days here.

But after all, they were people brought by Huo Yuhao, and Wu Feng was someone who often followed the young sect leader. If he were to drive these two away directly, it would be too disrespectful.

Na'er, on the other hand, became Ning Tianxin's study companion.

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Liu Dali, with the martial soul "Mud Donkey," is a steward of Notting City in the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, possessing a soul power of level 42.

This was his eleventh year as a steward of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. At the age of 45, he led 14 subordinates and had long since had his edges smoothed out by the comfortable life he led.

The ambitions of my youth are gone.

He had just arrived at his office when he found a man in a white robe waiting for him inside. His eyes widened in surprise at the man's appearance.

He recognized him; he was a direct disciple of the sect.

"Your subordinate Liu Dali greets the direct descendants of the sect." Liu Dali immediately knelt on one knee before the newcomer.

Normally, given his status, there would be no need for him to kneel before someone who was merely a direct disciple. It was only because Liu Dali saw what the newcomer was holding in his hand that he did so.

Sect Mobilization Order.

Moreover, it was a mobilization order of the highest level, and receiving the order was as if the sect leader were in person.

"Liu Dali, in recognition of your hard work and outstanding contributions, the sect has specially transferred you back to work there. Your monthly salary will be increased by 20%. Are you willing?"

"what?"

Liu Dali raised his head blankly.

He didn't know when he saw the deacon who came to deliver the mobilization order off, nor did he know how the deacon got home.

The noise from his wife and children inside the house failed to rouse Liu Dali to his senses immediately; he looked down blankly at his hands.

The ancient token felt so unreal in his hand, and looking at it, he didn't know why, but he felt his heart pounding.

That's something called passion.

Advancement in the Soul Master world is extremely slow, and Liu Dali has given up hope of breaking through to Soul King.

Including Liu Dali, thousands of earth and wood elemental soul masters belonging to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School felt the same stirring.

They felt that they, as insignificant people with no outstanding abilities, had finally been noticed by their superiors because of their diligence.

"I want to go back to my sect."

Liu Dali interrupted his wife and child's commotion and stood up, his eyes revealing what he had thought was completely gone.

His wife and children looked at Liu Dali with puzzlement, wondering why this man, who was as hardworking as an old ox, would suddenly make this decision.

This scene appeared in various branches, strongholds, and subordinate sects of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School throughout the Douluo Continent.

This group of people constituted the largest human migration wave in the history of Douluo Continent, rushing to the places where they were needed.

Within a month, all of them arrived at the new Soul Guidance Hall location pre-planned by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School.

They all put on helmets marked "Safety First" and got to work hard on the construction site.

This ushered in a 50-year-long era of earth and wood civilization in the Douluo Continent, during which all parents hoped that their children could awaken earth or wood-type martial souls.

After that, the Civil Engineering Department faced an eternal winter.

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"Zhiyuan, this is not like you. Without any prior preparation, you wiped out the original staff of the Soul Guidance Hall within two weeks of our absence."

Inside Ning Zhiyuan's office, an old man with a white beard sighed deeply, raising his unibrow as he looked worriedly at the child he had watched grow up.

These files must be destroyed at least once; releasing them again ten years later would practically be a death sentence for Ning Zhiyuan.

There were four people in the room: Ning Zhiyuan, Wu Yun, an old man with a white beard, and a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties with short black hair.

They were the highest-ranking members of the sect: Ning Zhiyuan and the three titled Supreme Elders.

If they were there, one would be a saint who didn't want Ning Zhiyuan to get his hands dirty or for anyone to die, and the other would be someone who wanted to maintain the status quo.

The one most accepting of the current situation is actually the unchanging, stability-maintaining faction of the frozen land.

Now that it's already been done, the situation can't get any worse, right? The ancient permafrost says so.

"Alright, Uncle Cao, there's no need to persuade me anymore. Trust my judgment; Huo Yuhao is worth our investment."

The white-bearded old man, known as Uncle Cao, hesitated before sighing, "Alas, I only hope he won't be the next Tang San."

"No way." Wu Yun, who was massaging Ning Zhiyuan's shoulders, revealed a confident smile. "I believe our daughter has the ability to win him over."

Upon hearing Wu Yun's words, Old Cao was stunned for a moment. When he realized what Wu Yun meant, he immediately pointed at her with a glare and a puff of his beard.

"Oh, you... how could you be so cruel? She's your daughter, are you really going to ruin her life like this?"

The old man clenched his fist, making a cracking sound.

The reason why the affectionate Douluo, who is a kind-hearted person and could even be called a saint, was so angry was entirely because he, who had no children, regarded Ning Tian as his own daughter and treated her as his granddaughter.