Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 173: Information Warfare

The steward snorted coldly, clearly not believing him. "It better be!" After saying that, he found a stone stool and sat down, adopting a supervisor's posture.

Su Ming said nothing more. He turned around to face the team he had built from the ground up, his voice calm yet powerful.

"Begin work."

At his command, the small courtyard instantly transformed into a precise machine.

Twenty formation plates, shimmering with sharp golden light yet dim in spiritual radiance, were laid out one by one. Old Li, with Zhao Tiezhu, carefully removed the casings according to the *Sharp Metal Formation Plate Standard Dismantling Procedure*, sorting the internal components into categories. A faint, burnt smell of metal scorched by spiritual energy began to permeate the air.

Zhang Asheng, wearing a pair of specially-made deerskin gloves, used a soft cloth soaked in "Dust-Clearing Liquid" to polish every disassembled part until they shone, then used the Faint Light Technique to check for hidden damage.

Meanwhile, Old Wang sat behind a desk in the corner, his charcoal pen scratching softly against paper.

*[Third hour of the Shen period (approx. 3:45 PM), received twenty 'Sharp Metal Formation Plates' from the Vessel Hall.]*

*[Fourth hour of the Shen period (approx. 4:45 PM), dismantling commenced. Recorder: Wang Ming. First formation plate: three impact dents on casing, energy node of the core 'Armor-Piercing' rune burned out...]*

His records were exhaustive, detailing every scratch and the result of every spiritual energy probe.Su Ming took command at the center, responsible for the most critical rune repairs. Before him lay only three rune brushes and a dish of spiritual ink. His movements were not fast, but each stroke he made was incredibly precise, the output of his spiritual energy as stable and unwavering as a straight line.

Initially, the Vessel Hall steward stood with his arms crossed, watching coldly, waiting to see how this "ragtag bunch" would make fools of themselves. But after an hour passed, the mockery on his face gradually morphed into astonishment.

There was no frantic scrambling, no arguments or discussions.

Only silent, highly efficient coordination and a process that seemed pre-programmed. Every person was like a perfectly meshed gear, operating with precision within the machine named the "Repair Hall."

Night fell as the last rays of sunset vanished from the sky.

Su Ming set down his rune brush.

Twenty "Sharp Metal Formation Plates" were neatly arranged on the stone table, each one emitting a full, sharp golden spiritual light.

"Steward, the mission is accomplished," Su Ming said, handing over a list. "All twenty have been repaired. Please inspect them."

picked up one plate with suspicion, and

*Hum—*

beam of golden light shot from the formation plate, cutting a fierce arc through the air. The very air seemed to be sliced apart, emitting a faint hiss. He tested five or six more in succession, each performing identically. The flow of spiritual energy was so smooth it was even better than some newly manufactured

turned pale, then flushed, his

how is this

not

steward gave Su Ming a deep look, said nothing, turned,

...

Artifact Forging Hall of

cast the stone walls in a dark red hue. The air was thick with the smells

nearing completion. This was one of the three chief elders of the Vessel Hall, the Golden Light True Person, renowned for

side,

the 'Sharp Metal Formation Plates'

Person grunted from his nose without turning

...

efficiency and "peculiarity" of the Repair Hall soon stirred up ripples, small but not insignificant, within the External Affairs

first, it

urgent task from the Vessel Hall, that group

Hall even added an extra reward

"unintentional" channels (like Qingfeng and Mingyue's loud chatter in the dining hall), curiosity quickly fermented

tea room somewhere in the External Affairs

actually manages to make a name for himself?" A sharp-faced, weaselly Manager Liu took a sip of tea, his tone sour. He was originally responsible for part of the material procurement. Since the Repair Hall's establishment, several lucrative operations

up to the standard for inner sect disciples! What a waste!

Ma must be getting senile

rumors began

Repair Hall is wildly extravagant, wasting

began to feel the

Old Wang went to the material warehouse to collect this month's allocated supplies, the warehouse steward delayed him for a full two hours on the pretext of "incomplete procedures." The spiritual ink he brought back was also

it on purpose!" Old Wang fumed, his

flicker of