Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8342: Flowing water (1)

In an instant, the group materialized within a different teleportation array. This one was situated atop a verdant patch of grass, which felt as plush and inviting as a thick carpet beneath their feet. The crisp, clean air surrounding them provided an immediate sense of rejuvenation to everyone present.

As they inhaled deeply, they noticed a delicate floral scent permeating the atmosphere. The fragrance was incredibly soothing, clearing their minds and lifting their spirits. This pleasant sensation brought genuine smiles even to the faces of the Sect Master and the gathered Elders.

Zhao Hai turned toward the leadership and gestured politely. "Sect Master, Elders, if you would please follow me." He stepped out of the array, and the rest of the party trailed closely behind. As they moved, they surveyed their surroundings, taking in the sight of towering trees draped in vines, interspersed with a vibrant variety of flowers, shrubs, and fruit-bearing trees. The landscape was a brilliant tapestry of color and natural beauty.

"Zhao Hai, is this truly your island?" the Sect Master inquired. "I recall the Sect granting you Blood Gale Island. You even earned the moniker of the island master with the lowest Cultivation in history. Hahaha! However, I have visited Blood Gale Island before, and it looked nothing like this. How did you manage such a transformation?" The Sect Master chuckled, his tone filled with genuine curiosity rather than any hint of displeasure.

Zhao Hai replied with a modest smile, "Indeed, Sect Master, this is Blood Gale Island. It was quite different when I first arrived. Eventually, I decided to level all the existing structures. I then sowed the seeds of these plants across the island and employed a secret technique to force their growth. That is how it reached this state. It is merely a minor trick, hardly worth mentioning; I simply wished for a more comfortable environment to live in."

Hearing this, the Sect Master laughed heartily and offered a word of advice. "While everyone desires comfort, you must remember that a cultivator cannot allow themselves to become too complacent. If the environment is too easy, the cultivation of the mind will lag behind, leading to potential bottlenecks." The Sect Master found Zhao Hai quite likable, which prompted this sincere reminder.

"Yes, Sect Master," Zhao Hai acknowledged respectfully. "I shall keep your words in mind. Sect Master, Elders, please continue this way." With that, Zhao Hai took flight, leading the group toward the island's center. They soon reached a grove of massive trees, among which stood several specimens of a brilliant fiery red. This hue was distinct from the typical deep, dark blood-red; it was a vibrant, luminous crimson that resembled flickering flames from a distance, creating a stunning visual effect.

Zhao Hai guided the group to the crown of one such fiery tree, where a large opening had been carved. Standing by the entrance, he signaled to them. "Sect Master, Elders, please enter!" Without hesitation, the Sect Master and the Elders stepped inside the tree hole, with Zhao Hai following last.

Upon entering, the Sect Master and his companions were momentarily stunned. The interior of the tree housed a vast chamber containing three metal puppets. These constructs were quite basic in design; two were exceptionally tall, while the third was much shorter. Numerous storage bags were piled beside the taller puppets, while a massive cauldron sat before the smaller one.

The cauldron stood roughly two meters high but possessed a broad, stout shape, appearing like a flattened water tank with a diameter of about ten meters. A thick pipe emerged from the top of the tank, extending toward the floor below. The entire apparatus was supported by three short legs, hovering only about a foot above the ground.

The observers could see that the tank was split into two levels. The lower section featured several circular vents through which a faint fire glowed. The upper section was further divided; one half housed the pipe connection and was entirely sealed, while the other half faced the two tall metal puppets. A red radiance emanated from the open side, though the contents remained obscured.

Zhao Hai explained the setup to the group: "Sect Master, Elders, I have constructed this furnace to process the waste materials provided by the Sect, refining them into standard liquid metal. This liquid is then funneled to the lower level through that pipe. These three metal puppets manage the furnace's operation. The two taller ones are tasked with feeding the waste into the forge, while the smaller one monitors the heat levels. A fire-gathering array is positioned at the base. The upper chamber serves as the refining zone—the open side is for loading materials, and the pipe acts as the conduit for the molten metal." He pointed to each component in turn before indicating the constructs. "These puppets are relatively small, only requiring a few common souls. By imbuing them with souls, I give them enough intelligence to perform these repetitive tasks; otherwise, the process could not be automated."

The Sect Master and the others examined the unconventional furnace with great interest. They were impressed by Zhao Hai's ingenuity in creating a system that could seamlessly refine waste into liquid metal and transport it to the next stage of production. It was remarkably efficient.

Zhao Hai looked at the Sect Master and suggested, "Sect Master, Elders, let us descend to the next level to see the rest." The group nodded in agreement. Having seen the furnace, they were eager to discover what lay beneath and how the molten metal was being utilized.

They soon reached the next floor, which was a hive of activity. The room was filled with several long metal workbenches, each flanked by metal puppets. At the head of every table, a pipe discharged glowing red liquid metal into molds that seemed equipped with a cooling mechanism. The metal solidified instantly upon entering the molds, taking on specific shapes while remaining red-hot. There were ten such tables in total, each producing a different component.

The puppets worked with mechanical precision. As the metal pieces were released from the molds, they moved down the line. Each puppet along the table was equipped with a massive hammer for a hand, which they used to strike the metal blocks repeatedly. The Sect Master and the Elders noticed that every puppet struck the exact same spot with identical force before passing the piece to the next worker. By the time a block reached the end of the line, its shape had been completely transformed. Finally, the pieces were pushed through a hole in the floor leading to the level below, still glowing with heat.

The high-ranking cultivators watched as the metal flowed like water through the assembly line, changing shape through the coordinated efforts of the puppets. Each construct performed only a single, simple action, yet the collective result was highly effective.

Zhao Hai turned to the group and explained, "Sect Master, there are ten distinct production lines here. Each one creates a specific part: the head, the torso, the arms, the hands, and the legs. By manufacturing these ten components separately but to uniform dimensions, we can assemble a basic metal puppet much faster than traditional methods."

The eyes of the Sect Master and the Elders gleamed with excitement. The speed of the operation was staggering. In the brief moments they had spent on this floor, dozens of components had already been produced. At this rate, they could produce scores of puppets in no time at all.

Zhao Hai smiled at their amazement and added, "Sect Master, let us proceed to the next level. That is where we inscribe the arrays onto these components." He understood their shock, as this was a completely novel concept to them, but he was eager to show them the final stages.

The group followed him down to the subsequent floor, which mirrored the layout of the one above. Long tables were lined with puppets, each possessing one regular hand and one arm ending in a hammer. However, the faces of these hammers were engraved with protruding runes.

As the red-hot metal blocks arrived from the floor above, these puppets struck them, stamping runes directly into the surface. The pieces were passed from one puppet to the next, each adding its own mark. By the time a component reached the end of the table, it was covered in an orderly and intricate pattern of runes. Despite the density of the inscriptions, the work was precise and clean. Once finished, the rune-covered parts were pushed down to the final level.

All ten lines functioned identically. Because the metal remained red and malleable throughout the process, the engraving was effortless. The puppets required very little intelligence since they only performed one repetitive motion, yet their efficiency was unparalleled—blocks were processed and moved to the next stage in the blink of an eye.