Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

"Elder Qin, what kind of books do you usually read?"

"A book on formations," Qin Shuxin answered without hesitation.

"Besides the book on formations?"

"The principles of spiritual power, the evolution of array patterns, and an examination of ancient array diagrams."

Qin Shuxin thought for a moment and then added a sentence.

"There's also the science of weapon crafting materials."

"What about storybooks? Besides the one Tang Ruoyin gave you, have you read any before?"

Qin Shuxin shook her head, her white hair rustling softly as it rubbed against the ground.

She lowered her head and continued drawing, uttering a few words softly.

"For over a hundred years, they have only studied books on battle formations."

Looking at Qin Shuxin's profile as she focused on drawing, Mu Tianmiao suddenly understood Tang Ruoyin a little better.

Faced with a clean sheet of white paper, who wouldn't want to drop a couple of drops of ink on it and see the effect?

The thought of gradually adding one's own colors to Qin Shuxin, a pure white flower that even Mr. Jiao didn't recognize, gives one a strange sense of accomplishment.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea.

That's inappropriate, absolutely inappropriate.

Qin Shuxin isn't the kind of person Lin Yanluo can withstand any hardship. If this innocent little flower were really dyed, she might just wither away right before your eyes.

Let's get her something normal to watch.

He remembered reading many classic novels in his previous life, such as The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Return of the Condor Heroes. He would carve them out on jade slips in his spare time and send two copies to Qin Shuxin.

Let her at least be exposed to normal literary works.

"All right."

Qin Shuxin's voice suddenly rang out, pulling Mu Tianmiao back from her reverie.

He was taken aback. Less than a quarter of an hour had passed since Qin Shuxin started drawing.

The array imprints for all three products, along with the three array seals, have actually been completed?

"So fast?"

Mu Tianmiao picked up a seal in disbelief and turned it over to take a look.

The bottom of the seal was densely covered with extremely precise array patterns. Each pattern was clear and neat, and the spiritual energy nodes were evenly distributed. It was more meticulous than any array engraving he had ever seen.

The other three are of the same quality: one is engraved with a vibration array, one with a telescoping array, and the other with a composite array of vibration and telescoping.

"It's very simple."

Qin Shuxin said expressionlessly, arranging the three seals in order, then picked up the three samples from before and pointed to the grooves reserved on the samples.

"I'll show you."

Chapter Nineteen: Effective Today, You Are Stripped of Your Saintly Status

Qin Shuxin picked up the vibrating stamp, aligned it with the groove, and pressed it gently.

The moment the seal fell, the patterns within the groove were fully activated, and a pale golden light shone from the array and then quickly disappeared.

The finished product is now complete.

The whole process took only about three seconds.

"How did you get the stamp on?"

Mu Tianmiao pointed at the seal that had been engraved with an array at some unknown time, her face full of disbelief.

He had been standing right next to her the whole time, and Qin Shuxin handed him the seal immediately after finishing the drawing, without any further embellishment.

"Just now, when you were spacing out."

Qin Shuxin remained expressionless, but perhaps it was just my imagination, but the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly.

"Don't forget my storybooks, two of them."

Mu Tianmiao put the three array seals and the finished product sample into her storage ring.

He waved to Qin Shuxin and turned to leave the tenth floor.

A soft rustling sound came from behind me; it was the sound of the engraving brush landing on the paper again.

Qin Shuxin had already buried herself in the array diagram again, as if the brief interlude of the past ten minutes had never happened.

She made a few strokes, then suddenly stopped.

She looked down at her chest, then turned her head to look at her buttocks, her brows furrowing slightly.

A pure, untainted doubt surfaced in those empty, lifeless eyes.

She recalled that when Mu Tianmiao was standing beside her waiting for her to inscribe the array, his gaze fell on her several times.

It wasn't her face, nor her hands that were drawing, but rather the fabric of her dress and the position of her hips when she turned to the side.

Although each stay was very short, so short that it was almost negligible.

But having worked on formations for over a hundred years, her perception of details far surpasses that of ordinary people.

She put down the engraving brush, cupped her heavy body parts in her hands, and weighed them in her hands.

Then he turned around and looked at the curve of his buttocks pressed against the chair when he was sitting, and pondered for a while.

"Why do you always watch these things..."

She muttered to herself, her tone neither shy nor angry, but rather the kind of bewilderment that only arises when faced with an incomprehensible array puzzle.

What's so interesting about it?

Mu Tianmiao, carrying three array seals and samples, arrived at the standard manufacturing area behind the weapon refining pavilion.

This is where the Immortal Shadow Sect mass-produces magical artifacts. Several production lines operate year-round, responsible for turning the blueprints designed by the elders into actual products.

Because the crafting work is delicate, the manufacturing area is almost entirely staffed by female disciples, each with their sleeves rolled up and sitting in front of their workbenches.

Some were polishing, some were assembling, and some were inspecting quality—everyone was working enthusiastically.

As soon as Mu Tianmiao entered, the previously noisy workroom suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then erupted into chaos.

"The eldest brother is here!"

"Young Sect Master, what brings you here today?"

"Hey, what's that Senior Brother holding?"

Mu Tianmiao walked to the front workbench, laid out the samples and molds one by one, took out the array seal and placed it next to her, cleared her throat and began to explain the production process.

The female disciples crowded around, picked up the sample and examined it. At first, they were just curious, but after seeing the shape and details of the object, their expressions became quite interesting.

The girls at the front were the first to realize what was happening, and their cheeks flushed red.

You push me, I push you, and we cover our mouths to giggle.

People behind tried to squeeze in to see, but those in front wouldn't let them, creating a noisy commotion.

A few of the more timid ones buried their faces in their hands, peeking out through their fingers.

The bolder ones would examine the samples over and over, their faces growing redder with each look, yet they couldn't bear to put them down.

Mu Tianmiao was being stared at by dozens of bright eyes, and even with his thick skin, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ahem, these are the new products that the sect is going to launch."

He tried to maintain a serious expression and spoke in a businesslike tone.

"If this batch is done well, the quality is up to standard, and the sales are good, all the disciples who participated will receive extra rewards."

A bold girl held up the sample in her hand and asked with a grin.

"Uncle-Master~ What if we can't sell them? Why don't we give them to the sisters? Consider it a benefit for the sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of laughter and agreement erupted from the surrounding area.

Mu Tianmiao was both amused and exasperated, and waved his hand, saying:

"Fine, fine, if we can't sell them, we'll give them to you, okay?"

The laughter grew louder.

Several female disciples took the molds and ran off to test the printing, glancing back at him as they went.

After explaining the production process and precautions, Mu Tianmiao couldn't withstand the enthusiastic onslaught from the group of girls. Using the excuse that he needed to inform the affiliated elders, he slipped away.

Anyway, he doesn't need to follow up on the rest himself; Manager Zhou will definitely be able to handle all the promotions and sales with exceptional professionalism!

Go and cultivate!

Qingyun Sect.

The main hall was solemn, and the jade inlaid on the four walls emitted a cold, white light, illuminating the patterns of every blue stone brick in the hall.

Eighty-one eternal lamps hung from the ceiling, their flames burning silently under the power of spiritual energy, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day, yet failing to warm the cold and somber atmosphere within.

Yun Qingyao knelt in the center of the hall, her back ramrod straight.

Her Azure Frost Sword had been taken away, her hair was disheveled, and a few strands of black hair fell on either side of her face. She was still wearing the plain white robe she had worn when she returned.

Her lips were slightly pursed, her gaze was fixed straight ahead, and there was not a trace of pleading or explanation on her face.

The sound of the whip slicing through the air echoed in the hall.

Standing behind her was a female cultivator dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a cold and stern face, holding a long whip, a magic weapon made entirely of black.

The whip was engraved with punitive array patterns, and each lash carried the burning power of spiritual energy.

Yun Qingyao's clothes on the back had been torn in several places, and her exposed skin was covered with crisscrossing crimson whip marks.

Some of the blood had already seeped out as beads of blood, but she knelt there motionless, without even frowning.

"After going out to train, I even lost my Yin energy when I came back."

The female cultivator holding the whip spoke with a voice as cold as iron, but the whip in her hand did not fall again.

"Your position as Saintess will be stripped, and Bai Lingyin will succeed you."

When Yun Qingyao heard the name Bai Lingyin, her fingers hanging at her sides curled slightly, but that was all.

Her expression remained calm, even somewhat relieved.

She had already anticipated losing her position as a saintess on her way back to the sect.

The holy maiden of the Qingyun Sect must have a cinnabar body; this has been an unchanging rule for thousands of years.

Now that she has lost her virginity, she is naturally unworthy to sit in this position.

The female cultivator holding the whip put it back into her sleeve, her tone softening slightly, but still retaining that aloof indifference.

"Considering your contributions to the sect over the years, I will no longer be harsh on you."

"That Qin Shou has been arrested by the sect and is currently being held in the dungeon."

"Such a treacherous and cunning villain is best dealt with by you personally. Go..."

"I will resolve your issue regarding your cultivation technique in a few days..."

Yun Qingyao kowtowed, her voice hoarse but calm: "Disciple obeys."

She stood up, the whip marks on her back pulling at her muscles, each step burning with pain, but she didn't stumble at all.

When she stepped out of the main hall, the sunlight outside was blinding.

The dungeon of the Qingyun Sect is located in the mountainside to the west of the main hall.

As Yun Qingyao walked along, the disciples guarding the gate bowed their heads in greeting, but after she passed, they whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

She doesn't care.

She just wanted to see that person and then put an end to everything herself.

In the deepest part of the dungeon, Qin Shou was chained to the wall.

His robes were tattered and his face was covered in blood, clearly indicating that he had suffered greatly since being captured.