Dead silence.

In the study, apart from the sound of the thermal mug being picked up and put down, there was dead silence.

Ye Xian had just picked up the mug when he heard about the 'remarkable feats' Ji Jue had accomplished outside, and immediately fell silent.

Tactical drinking water failed.

After a long while, he picked up the mug again, gazing at the steam rising from the water, and couldn't help but sigh silently.

It's ruined.

It's too late to clean up the house...

Tell me, in just over a month, you have been messing around in Xinquan, caused a commotion that reached the Panghuang Sea, colluded with various parties, had a head-on battle with a Water Ghost leader named Pacquiao and a large group of Water Ghosts, sold your 'civilian equipment' to both Thousand Islands and Central Earth, became a military industrial supplier of the Seven Cities, a strategic partner of the Dragon Remains Fleet, and an external sacrificial priest of the Red Country, and in the meantime, you bloodily cleared the wilderness and didn't know how many settlements?

Ye Xian couldn't speak for a long time.

If it were just that, it would be fine to calm down, but look at the things involved in these matters!

Both Desert Market and Northern Realm have to step aside.

What mysterious Great Group Old Deng taught you the secrets of vanquishing evil, issued a mission for you to embark on the journey to collect the Six-Day Ancient Ghosts to become the strongest Great Group Trainer, some secret inheritance of the Swordsmith within the Ye Family, even the tape in front of me, the Seed of Abyss in Spring City, and damn Evil Demon...

Each one is more heavyweight than the last!

After the initial shock and confusion, a weird suffocating feeling arose naturally.

It's like, as soon as you blinked, the travel toad you just threw out the door, while you weren't paying attention, brought back a lit-bomb home... still joyfully asking you what it is?

Blood pressure is about to burst.

Stomach ache!

Ye Xian closed his eyes, took a deep breath...

Couldn't help but want to suggest: why don't you go do Nirvana!

At least that's a bit safer!

Who knows if he continues to dig around the wilderness like this, would he dig out a pit leading straight to the Vortex like Lu Changsheng...

"Close the door." Ye Xian suddenly said.

"Huh?"

Ji Jue was stunned, instinctively tucked his neck in, was the Spiritual Attack and Defense Class about to start?

No, right!

I didn't do anything wrong, and I saved a lot of materials!

Even so, he still dawdled, got up, closed the door, blocking Ye Chun's gloating gaze, then returned to his chair and carefully sat down.

Obedient.

Fortunately, Ye Xian was not deceived by this dog's act of selling adorable after flipping the dung pit, holding the teacup, staring straight at him.

Expressionless.

After a long while, he reached out, pulled open the drawer, and took out an hourglass from inside.

Placed it on the table.

The bronze hourglass had an ancient shape, with a distinct exotic flair, but the amount of sand inside was not so much, only enough to barely fill half of the bottom.

The moment it was flipped, a crisp ticking sound immediately rang out, spreading, with strands of shimmering light emerging from it, so brilliant.

Yet as the sand fell, Ji Jue felt as if something invisible filled the room, enveloping them within.

All the sounds outside disappeared.

Not only the sounds, but also the waves of spiritual operation in the workshop, the electrical appliances from Mechanical Descent perception, even the feeling accustomed to with long-term contact with the Ether series of materials quietly changed.

If you have to say it, it's like a shield.

The black ink dripped on the paper covered the writing marks beneath, leaving no way to glimpse, severing all possibilities of prophecy and divination.

A consumptive Blessing Relic!

Seeing the teacher so vigilant, Ji Jue immediately sat upright, daring not to think wildly again — joking, the teacher could easily beat him with a single slap, if truly displeased, why bother with such trouble?

"Originally, I thought, of the Ye Family's mess and all the chaotic stuff, the less you know the better, I didn't intend to tell you.

Yet I didn't expect, you would dig it up with a shovel on your own..."

Ye Xian sighed lightly, took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose: "That's right, the inheritance in the Hai Xiang Mirror indeed has its flaws — family inheritance is the most ridiculous thing, always liking to hold back, clearly all one family, yet always loves to divide what's mine and yours, to ensure the main line's predominance, suppressing the craftsmen of other branches, even the critical inheritance like Nine Types have orally passed down, without leaving anything in writing."

The Nine Forms is profound and vast, and the inheritance and secrets behind it are enough for a craftsman to pursue for a lifetime.

But so what?

Ye Family studied it for so many years, so many people revolved around Nine Forms all their lives, patching and repairing, yet the Ye Family is still gone, isn't it?

Four hundred years, did even one Great Grandmaster emerge?!

If it were truly that impressive, a branch descendant like Ye Xian wouldn't have run away from home.

Sick of the stench of seniority, the intra-house struggles, and those foolish old-timers relying on age, the once famous genius junior shook his head without thinking when faced with the grace of the main line's kindness, left home, pursuing the path he chose.

Even with such wandering for so many years, this inheritance returned to his hands, yet Ye Xian still never gave it much weight.

What meaning does it have to rummage through piles of old papers for words and phrases?

The Nine Types are just stepping stones for Ji Jue, no need to invest a lifetime into it. By comparison, Fluid Alchemy is more suitable for him.

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