What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly tense, Senior Brother Yan Rugui shook his head: "Alright, stop arguing. We're all under the same master."

"The paths may diverge, but the harmony among fellow disciples must not be lost."

He looked at Lin Wuhua, trying to persuade him: "Besides, Master's puppet isn't finished yet, is it? It's no use for you to have it."

Lin Wuhua raised his head: "Then I'll finish it."

This left everyone on the field speechless.

"Creation" is not a simple goal.

For thousands of years, no one has been able to accomplish what they have been able to approach infinitely, or even achieve a goal without a specific standard. How could a fifteen-year-old child possibly accomplish that?

Nobody believed it.

The elder sighed and said, "Your talent is great, but this is a dead end."

Lin Wuhua pursed her lips and clenched her fists: "Then tell me, what is right? If it can't be achieved, then we shouldn't do it?"

He knew what the others were talking about.

"Creation" research may be a dead end, but the technology that comes with it is still technology. It doesn't mean that if you choose this path, you don't need to study technology.

Even more sophisticated goals require more complex technologies.

But the key point is that if Lin Wuhua wants to continue his research on "creation," he will not be able to obtain any of the resources of the Qi Sect.

After Lin Wuhua's master, all the other elders of the Weapon Sect practiced the "Material Casting" school, and none of them supported the research on "Creation".

This road is a dead end; that has become a consensus.

Lin Wuhua's shoulders twitched.

The mechanical bird perched on the shoulder lost its footing, flapped its wings automatically, and hovered in the air.

The wings stirred the wind, making his hair flutter.

Once Lin Wuhua's condition stabilized, the bird returned to its nest.

Fourth Senior Brother Huan Chongguang glanced at the bird, a hint of envy appearing in his eyes, but he remained silent.

There is no doubt that Lin Wuhua has extremely high talent, but without resources, everything is meaningless.

Lin Wuhua simply didn't care.

"In that case, I won't use the resources. Let's go our separate ways."

"But I want to take Master's doll with me; it's mine."

......

Lin Wuhua returned alone to the valley of the Weapon Sect.

It is now a day after that allocation meeting ended.

He has completely inherited his memories from the simulation.

This valley is where Master Lin Wuhua, and the simulated version of him, previously studied.

But now that his master is dead, the Weapon Sect will naturally take back the address—his youngest disciple does not have the right to use such a large workshop.

The flames in the workshop had gone out, and without a heat source, the valley, colder than the outside world, was filled with a desolate atmosphere.

Lin Wuhua pushed open the door to his workshop.

Inside the workshop, a mechanical dog half the height of a human suddenly opened its eyes, took a few light steps, and came to him.

As it ran, a clattering sound could be heard.

Lin Wuhua said, "You should apply oil."

A red light flashed in the mechanical dog's eyes, then it turned around and ran into the inner room of the workshop.

The rummaging went on for a while, and then it came out carrying a bottle in its mouth.

It jumped onto Lin Wuhua's worktable and placed the bottle on the shelf.

Lin Wuhua sat down in the chair next to the worktable, put on his focusing glasses, and pressed a few buttons on the worktable.

The robotic arm on the workbench started moving and sank down to aim at the robotic dog.

To be honest, this workbench really has nothing to do with cultivation sects. Instead, it reminded Lin Wuhua of a dentist's chair in real life, or prosthetic adjustment devices in some science fiction stories.

He smiled as he compared his memory to the text.

The Weapon Sect does indeed possess prosthetic bodies, and their technology is quite advanced, so it's really hard to say.

He not only applied oil, but also carefully repaired the mechanical dog.

After all, it's hard to say whether there will be another opportunity like this in the future.

After making the adjustments, he restarted the mechanical dog.

The mechanical dog's eyes lit up, it jumped on the ground, and rubbed against Lin Wuhua's trouser leg.

There was no sound.

"It's a pity there's no time to cover your skin," Lin Wuhua sighed. "You look terrible in this state."

Skin covering is one of the core technologies of the Artifact Sect. Its full name is "humanoid skin covering," which can almost replicate the effect of real skin 100%.

Of course, it's very expensive. Lin Wuhua used his previous resources to practice his skills and didn't use them for this.

However, obtaining resources later on is not so easy.

The mechanical dog rubbed against his calf, and he kicked it.

"Get out of the way, we're leaving."

He began to organize the things he had packed.

This includes my mentor's notes and insights, my own books, personal belongings, and other things that belong to me.

From now on, we'll have to get through this period quickly; what needs to be taken away, we still need to take away.

Lin Wuhua even dismantled the massive worktable, intending to take it with him.

This workbench belonged to his master and was practically the most advanced workbench in the weapon-making sect, so naturally it should belong to him as well.

The bags and packages were piled together, ready to be moved in batches.

The process of dismantling this is not simple; he expects it to take three to five days.

The day after the demolition, my second senior sister, Wen Yining, also came over.

I'm leaving tomorrow, but I came to see you today.

Wen Yining brought bad news.

The Elders' Council of the Weapon Sect cut off all his resource allocation on the grounds of "refusal to implement the sect's resolution" and demanded that he move out soon.

Lin Wuhua was not surprised and accepted it calmly—he had already made preparations when he made the decision.

"There are enough people who take the other path; I'm not an exception," he said.

Wen Yining leaned against the wall, arms crossed, looking at him: "I don't really care, and I'm too lazy to argue with them, but do you really want to do this?"

Lin Wuhua: "Master's puppets are not finished yet."

Wen Yining and his gaze both turned to a corner of the workshop.

There, was the master's final work—a half-finished puppet.

Judging from its shape, it resembles a doll that imitates a woman.

It was only half-finished; its upper body and head were covered in skin, but its hands and feet were mechanical, with exposed spiritual threads hanging down like blood vessels.

Wen Yining pointed this out: "My master said that this puppet leads to a dead end."

Lin Wuhua shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

In any case, this doll already has the core logic circuit, power supply system, and energy core; all that remains is technical work.

He inherited his master's work, so he has a responsibility to complete it.

Wen Yining: "Okay."

She walked over and patted Lin Wuhua on the shoulder.

"This is my workshop's access card. I've taken all my personal belongings, but there are still some materials I can't take."

"Take whatever you want, otherwise someone else will be requisitioning it anyway."

Before saying goodbye, she winked at Lin Wuhua.

"To be honest, I think they did something wrong, but you know, I've always been too lazy to get involved in this kind of garbage stuff."

"Since you're so young, I was thinking of taking you traveling around the world."

The card was shoved into Lin Wuhua's hand.

"But you've already made your choice, so let's just forget about it."

She patted him and then hugged him.

"Bye-bye, junior brother."