Chapter 00229: This Is What Craftsmen Are Like
# This Is What Craftsmen Are Like
Chapter 229
Novel: Above Destiny
Chapter 229: This Is What Craftsmen Are Like
Ji Jue's perception lingered at the outskirts, quietly watching for a long time.
He did not send the spider further inward.
With his abilities, it was simply impossible to evade Jian Yuan's gaze and contact the engine.
He feared that as soon as he crawled inside, he would be discovered—ending up with nothing and possibly causing alarm.
One must eat a meal bite by bite.
The Sect of Evil did not rise overnight!
For today, a promotion would suffice.
Ji Jue withdrew his gaze, controlling the spider to crawl around.
He found three spots around the workshop, dug a pit, and buried himself inside.
Again, he opened his eyes.
He took out a piece of paper and began to write.
After finishing, he placed the letter into the toolbox.
Finally, he glanced at the corner of the office.
The president, who had been lying down, suddenly got up, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail.
Done working? Do you want to be petted? Can you play with me now?
“Thanks for your hard work, go run another errand.” He rubbed the president's head and once again stuffed the toolbox handle into its mouth. “Once you get there, put it down. In half an hour, bring the stuff back.”
The president blinked, appearing somewhat wronged.
It whimpered a couple of times.
Soon, it obediently picked up the toolbox and turned to leave, disappearing from sight.
Ji Jue let out a sigh, lying back in his chair, unable to help but marvel at the president’s convenience… However, its mouth was still a bit too small; otherwise, it could have just grabbed the engine and dragged it away.
Everyone would save some trouble and return to their homes.
By now, they themselves were probably having breakfast in the Cliff City.
Why make things so complicated?
He closed his eyes, listening to the distant howls and wails that seemed like hallucinations, letting out a silent sigh.
Spring City!
Not knowing how much time had passed, he fell into a deep sleep.
An hour later, the alarm clock within his soul woke him up on time.
He opened his eyes to see the toolbox back on the table, and the president beside him gazing eagerly.
“Back already? Hard work?”
Ji Jue smiled and reached out to pat its head, praising, “Who is the world's best dog? Our president, right? You're the best…” Providing emotional value for the leader is also part of a subordinate's work.
After managing to flatter the president, the only temporary worker in the Tian轨 Group sighed and opened the toolbox.
Inside, on top, was a letter in reply.
[Received your letter.
We are all well; you take care.
At seven-thirty tonight, I will execute according to the plan you devised.
Enclosed with this letter are two pieces of the Hand of Correction and one page of the Correction Book, along with an extra two blades from the Streamlight.
Safety first; preserve yourself. —Zhong Zhi]
Ji Jue lowered his head, looking at the fully packed toolbox, unable to help but grin.
He quietly whistled.
After all, it was Zhong Zhi, reliable indeed!
“Do you think this is a bit ridiculous?”
Meanwhile, on the other side, in Lou Feng's temporary workshop, Tong Shan couldn’t help but pinch the stubble on his chin, filled with doubt, “In less than a day, he managed to rise to a management position in the Abyss and even found Lou Feng's aunt, bringing back so much intelligence? How did he manage to pull that off?”
If he wasn't deeply familiar with Ji Jue and did not have absolute trust in him, Tong Shan would definitely think that this guy was colluding with Jian Yuan as soon as he arrived, and now baiting them!
But if he could quietly place the toolbox in front of him without him realizing, why go through all that trouble? Wouldn’t it be better to send a bomb over or simply bring supernatural soldiers from the Abyss crashing down?
“Could it be that we have misunderstood something all along…”
Xu Guan was silent for a long while, filled with curiosity, “Is it really that simple to work undercover?”
Tong Shan opened his mouth to speak but ended up with nothing to say.
In the corner, the old soup who was quietly eating raised his head, asking, “Is there a possibility that he isn't going undercover but can finally reveal himself?”
In that instant, everyone fell silent, exchanging glances.
How to put it? Although the efficiency and progress seemed exaggerated, from Ji Jue’s peculiar nature, it strangely felt normal?
“After all, craftsmen are like this.”
Jiang Xuan had already learned to push all the shady matters onto the remnants, making Lou Feng next to him increasingly uncomfortable, a mouthful of old blood choked back.
At this rate, what kind of mess would Ji Jue make of the craftsman profession? When will the remnants send down a bolt of lightning to strike you?
But... after all, he found his aunt.
Thinking of this, Lou Feng’s heart softened a little, and he sighed: Don’t strike now; wait a couple of days before striking.
If it leads to death, I’ll pay for a grand burial for him.
Bang!
A faint sound emerged in the room, and the air shimmered as a piece of paper appeared out of nowhere, falling into Tong Shan’s hand.
“What’s the news?” Ji Liu leaned over, “What did the outpost say?”
Tong Shan glanced, sneered slightly, and passed the order letter, “Same old story: encouraging us to face the big picture without caring about ourselves, urging us to contribute to Haizhou.”
“What nonsensical stuff is this?” Ji Liu took a look, immediately tearing it up.
Contributing to the big picture while being cold?
The reason everyone still lurked in Spring City as rats was all to risk life and death for Haizhou, right? Instead, their heads were in the noose for the work, and others were urging them to draw fire for their chaotic plans.
I’ll be damned!
Who do you think you are?
Printing useless papers here with the outpost’s carrot seal?
In these past two days, Tong Shan hadn’t been idle.
After going through much toil, he finally managed to contact the large forces, but unfortunately, what he got back were all rubbish.
Anyway, Tong Shan didn’t care; without Tao Gong and Lv Yingyue’s seals, they ignored it completely.
Being in the field, a commander’s orders could still be disregarded.
Besides, you’re not even my direct superior; if you have the ability, send me to the Heavenly Yuan Court after this battle!
As for Lv Yingyue’s orders, they didn’t mention what to do; they just said to keep themselves safe and wait for the right moment.
As for when to wait and how to act, that was left entirely to their own judgment.
Thus, the responsibility and trouble were smoothly shifted onto them.
Sometimes, whether the workload was adequate or challenging was secondary.
With a competent leader to shoulder the burden, work became genuinely easier.
With Tong Shan’s assistance, the old soup had also successfully cleared his name, becoming an undercover informant infiltrating the Sect of Evil, and any previous cases in Haizhou were no longer held against him.
Now, his daily concerns were reduced to what to eat and those thirty-odd resurrection coins specially for his great-uncle.
“In the coming period, we may take action.”
Tong Shan reminded solemnly, “Everyone be prepared. Mr. Soup, don’t look at me; you’ve already filled up three toilets. As long as you’re willing to dig yourself, food will definitely be ample... In short, be ready for action at any time.”
Thus, as time ticked by, when Lou Feng’s meticulously maintained and remade flag finally emerged and was handed to him, he ceased to hesitate and turned to leave his hiding place under the protection of candlelight.
The repaired flag could be considered spiritually vibrant.
Its craftsmanship was incredibly perfect, almost untraceable to its previous breaks, but it lacked the previous smoothness and ease of use, making Tong Shan let out a silent sigh.
He felt an emptiness inside.
A sense akin to losing one’s beloved moonlight and trying to find her shadow in others.
Every one of them seemed akin to her, yet ultimately not her…
Once the situation in Spring City was resolved, should he place an order under the sound of the tide? Would requesting Ji Jue’s participation make Master Ye feel mistrusted, impacting Ji Jue's relationships in the workshop?
Moreover, would bluntly giving money humiliate Ji Jue?
Hmm, I’ll think it over later.
He also needed to remind Ah Hua; their interactions seemed pleasant, and she shouldn't just eat melons all day.
Though depending on his sister’s dimwitted level, he couldn't expect much progress, at least maintaining a good relationship was her specialty—good friends are just good friends!
For now, it appeared Ji Jue's safety was not an issue.
And after signing the Heavenly Yuan contract, old soup was also relatively worry-free.
But Ji Liu's injury was somewhat severe.
If the curse on the wound wasn’t dispelled, it could leave remnants over time, so there was no time to lose…
As he strolled along, his chaotic thoughts kept resurfacing.
As per usual habits, when alone, he repeatedly pondered the current situation and other threats and possibilities.
Although in front of his team and subordinates, he was always imposing and decisive, in truth, he was well aware of that part of himself that was indecisive and procrastinating.
Tong Hua called this part “fussy.”
Even though he was labeled as a talent of Heavenly Yuan, unlike the seasoned powerhouses like Tao Gong who were almost fused with the Heavenly Yuan, the closer he got to it, the more Tong Shan could feel that part of himself that did not belong to the Heavenly Yuan becoming clearer and livelier.
Every predecessor reminded him to be cautious.
If he couldn't manage the relationship between self and order, intellect and rules well, any ensuing conflicts might bring about latent dangers.
But he didn’t care.
In fact, he was subtly happy because of it.
His grandfather once told him that hardship is like a carving knife; as one carves through the world, by the time you admire your reflection, you’ll understand your shape.
Only within the cracks of rules and order did this little self shine so distinctly, allowing him to perceive his own existence even amidst recurring pain, confusion, and loneliness.
He chose rules and order, like iron bars constricting a tree, hoping that one day, he could grow into the shape and form he desired.
No matter how much suffering, even if death were to come midway, he would never hesitate.
At this moment, he stood atop the perilous tower, gazing in the direction indicated by the map.
“Ready, Ji Jue?”
Tong Shan murmured softly, watching as the time on his watch gradually ticked down to zero.
In that moment, he took a deep breath, raising the flag once again.
Vast spiritual waves erupted, spreading out, no longer concealing, rolling like a tide, soaring into the sky.
From the sudden roar of thunder, electric totems interlaced appeared on the flag.
The colors flowed, shifting from orange-yellow to crimson, then to indigo, finally turning pitch black.
Violent torrents of spiritual essence instantly condensed into a beam, leaving behind blackened trails in the air as the flag waved.
It paid no heed to the countless rainbows sweeping across the heavenly firmament or the swiftly approaching spiritual waves.
Tong Shan opened his mouth, roaring silently.
The flag in his hand ruptured once more.
Pointing towards the distance!
The night sky trembled, as if a blade rushed by.
The entire world dimmed for a moment; under the fleeting brilliance, everything lost its color and trembled.
And just in that next moment…
Amidst countless fractures, above the core of Spring City, near the phantom-like workshop, a flash of intense light whizzed past.
Heading far away.
Yet at the same time, around the workshop, three mechanical spiders deep in the earth suddenly shook, exploding, revealing fragmented waves of spiritual essence that began to call.
Thus, without warning, the intense light abruptly veered.
Directly downwards.
Like divine punishment falling, it ruthlessly struck upon the invisible defenses, then, the compressed destructive force suddenly expanded, bursting like an endless storm of electric light.
In mid-air, faint light membranes flashed and vanished, violently trembling.
The storm spread; ruins cried out in collapse from the shock, the earth quaked, stirring ripples.
Inside the workshop, amidst the shock of the earthquake, everyone stumbled and found it difficult to stand.
“What’s happening?”
“An earthquake?”
“No, it’s an enemy attack!”
“The Security Bureau is coming!”
Amidst the spreading chaos, piercing alarm bells rang out; red lights flickered, illuminating every bewildered or terrified gaze.
“Great job, Zhong Zhi!”
Ji Jue smiled, stepping out of the door, casting aside the façade of the crutch, moving with light steps.
He blended into the chaotic crowd, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
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(End of Chapter)