Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

The Mo Family's Heavenly Craftsmanship Building.

Four underground floors.

The once spacious area is now extremely cramped, filled with countless enormous metal pipes and barrels. Furthermore, the air trembles from the heat; despite the lack of visible fire, the vast open space is unbearably hot, causing one to sweat profusely.

Bai Gu's body was completely covered by the Hundred-Refined Azure Divine Armor. He was squatting in front of a metal pipe, muttering to himself.

"The power source is steam, but if the steam is too strong, the required strength of the external materials will be higher, which will increase the cost, thus defeating the purpose of my research. To reduce the strength, we can use condensation internally, but that would be too inefficient..."

Not far behind Bai Gu, Nan Tie, whose face was as red as a date, was leaning against a giant barrel with extremely high temperature, arms crossed, sizing up his closed-door disciple.

A few days ago, Louis Koo stopped insisting on going out to fight for justice, a change that surprised him greatly.

But instead of learning the art of craftsmanship when he came back, this kid started researching something... something called steam chicken?

He even said that with this item, he could overthrow the Mohist school's dependence on ink cores and its monopoly on ink artifacts... Nan Tie had no doubt about his disciple's talent in craftsmanship.

But shouldn't you consider your own status?

The Mohist philosophy does indeed include universal love and non-aggression, and regarding all people as family. However, after many years of development, although the Mohists have made a lot of money from things like ink cores, they have also incurred huge expenses.

Putting aside everything else, the materials consumed by the Tiangong Building and the taxes paid to Suzhou every year amount to an astronomical figure.

This kid is now trying to destroy the very roots of the Mohist school!

Nan Tie grew angrier the more he thought about it. He walked behind Bai Gu, reached out and, with a touch of ink, covered a spot on Bai Gu's armor above his head.

The Hundred-Refined Azure Divine Armor automatically opened a small opening like flowing water, revealing the back of Bai Gu's head.

Boom!

Bai Gu winced in pain and gasped, "Hiss~~ Master, why did you hit me!"

"I don't like the look of you. Instead of studying the Heavenly Craftsmanship, you spend all your time researching this damn steamed chicken." Nan Tie curled his lip. "Using this Mo family's property here, you think you can dig up the Mo family's roots!"

"I paid the money!"

Bai Gu stood up, exuding confidence: "Venue rental fee, material cost, labor cost—I paid for every single one!"

It would have been better if he hadn't brought it up; the moment he did, Nan Tie's anger flared even more!

According to the rules of Tiangonglou, the Mo family provides funds, materials, and land to support the research of many master craftsmen in the building. When results are achieved, the building takes 30% to 40% of the profits as a return.

There has been no objection from either side for so many years.

But this kid is something else. He said he didn't want to do all the work for Tiangonglou and insisted on paying for everything himself!

Nan Tie glanced around at the pipes and large barrels, then shook his head: "Your savings won't last more than a few days."

My disciple has been obsessed with chivalry and justice for many years. Although he has an exceptionally high talent for craftsmanship, he doesn't spend much time on it.

Therefore, with few achievements, there was naturally little savings.

Seeing that Bai Gu ignored him and squatted down to stare at the metal tube in front of him, muttering to himself, he took a deep breath: "It seems that my friend Qin, who gave you the idea for this steamed chicken, had an accident yesterday."

"Brother Guiyuan, what happened!" Bai Gu sprang up from the ground like a spring as soon as he heard that Qin Ning was in trouble.

Who exactly is your master... Nan Tie's face turned even redder, but he couldn't bear to teach him a harsh lesson. He crossed his arms and walked silently to the side.

Upon seeing this, Bai Gu quickly followed, saying, "Master, please tell me what's wrong with Brother Guiyuan? I'll practice the Heavenly Craft Technique for a day tomorrow if necessary."

Seeing this, the South China Railway wanted to take the bridge again.

Unexpectedly, a disciple of the Mo family dressed in a black robe suddenly appeared by the gate and said from afar, "Senior Brother Bai, there is a man outside who calls himself Qin Ning and says he is an old friend of yours."

Without hesitation, Bai Gu abandoned his master and turned to run out of the building.

The prestigious Mohist art of craftsmanship, ranked ninth among the Nan Tie masters: "..."

......

The first floor of Tiangong Building.

The tea room for entertaining guests.

Qin Ning held the warm tea, lost in thought.

"It's impossible for those four eyes in the garrison to distribute missing person portraits throughout the entire prefecture. In that case, the Sichen Guard must have a real intelligence hub in Bei'an City, otherwise such a large organization would not be able to function properly."

"So my next plan should be to find out the real intelligence hub. Hmm, Huang Mu should be a good starting point."

We must investigate and subdue the ferocious beast.

We must seize the time to improve our strength and be wary of the Gu family's retaliation.

We also need to find a way to enter Si Chenwei's true power center.

Oh yes, I also have an unopened clinic in the east of the city.

Qin Ning had a premonition that she would be very, very busy in the future.

He raised his teacup and took a sip, then heard a thumping sound outside the door. A bronze figure strode in and rushed straight at him!

"Brother Guiyuan!"

"Armor! Armor!"

Qin Ning reacted quickly, leaping up from the ground and landing behind the tea table.

Click!

The original rosewood chair was smashed to pieces by the emotionally charged Louis Koo.

Ouch... If I get hit by that, I'll be covered in bruises.

"I'm sorry. My master just said you had an accident yesterday, and I was so excited to see you're alright." Bai Gu said apologetically, pressing his hand to his chest, causing the cyan-gold armor covering his body to retract completely. "Brother Guiyuan, regarding the steam principle you mentioned last time, I've made some prototypes, but I've encountered some hurdles. Now that you're alright, come with me to take a look."

After saying that, Bai Gu reached out to tug at Qin Ning's sleeve.

He thought that Qin Ning, who could discover the concept of steam, could definitely solve the trouble he was currently facing.

"No rush, I also have a problem, Ji Heng, can you help me solve it first?" Qin Ning said, taking out the ink sac shaped like an eagle and handing it over.

"Can this thing be opened without damaging the contents?"

Bai Gu took it, held it up to his eyes, and muttered, "A custom-made ink pouch from [Hundred Birds]. This should be equipped only by assassins of the [Peregrine Falcon] level. Brother Qin, you ran into them yesterday when you had your accident?"

Qin Ning put down her teacup, somewhat surprised, and said, "I suppose so. Do you know where this thing comes from?"

"Of course, [Hundred Birds] is an underground assassin organization that also does intelligence brokerage. These ink sacs were originally custom-made by Tiangonglou. It is said that they were taken back to the assassins in the organization as rewards, and also as a kind of identification mark." Bai Gu reached out and tapped the eagle ink sac a few times, with a faint ink color running through his fingertips.

"Yes, the restriction has been lifted. You can use your Qi to retrieve the object inside."

Qin Ning put down her teacup, her eyes filled with surprise.

"So quickly? Did your Mohist school leave a hidden trap up there?"

"How could that be? Those old guys at Tiangonglou are still very particular about this, and the Mo family also needs a good reputation when selling Mo artifacts."

"That?"

Louis Koo casually remarked, "The latest restriction concept in the Ink Sac was designed by me."